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I freeze, horrified that he’s going to be repulsed by my body’s reaction, but R’jaal only makes a murmur of pleasure and laps at me with his tongue, cleaning off my release and nuzzling at my sensitive pussy as he does. “My beautiful, perfect mate,” he murmurs between pussy kisses. “I told you I could stay here for an entire day. Now that we are home with nothing to interrupt us, perhaps I will do just that.”
Moaning, I nudge his face away from my overstimulated flesh. “Moment,” I gasp. “I need a moment.”
He keeps kissing me, as if he can’t bring himself to stop. They’re not kisses intended to stimulate, just to caress and show affection. Soft, sweet kisses pressed to my stomach, my thighs, everywhere he can reach.
“Tell me if I do something that does not please you,” he says between kisses. “Or if I get too carried away.”
Too carried away with eating me out? No such thing. “You’re killing it.” R’jaal hesitates, and I realize what I’ve said. “Killing it is good. Really good.”
He breathes a sigh of relief and gives me the most bashful, heartwarming grin. “My heart stopped beating for a moment thinking I had harmed you.”
“I just need to remember not to use slang euphemisms or modern wording around you.” I pause. “Like I just did, because this is trickier than I thought. Shoot.”
“Another?”
Shoot is. Argh.
“Sorry!” I cover my face with my hands, laughing. He chuckles, too, and then he’s lying down on the furs beside me, giving me that charming smile that warms me down to my toes. Being with him just feels so good and so right. It’s like this is exactly where I’m meant to be.
“Never apologize,” R’jaal tells me, laughing. “You are a delight, my mate. I could listen to you all night.”
“You might have to,” I tease with a sigh, snuggling closer to his chest. “I might need some time to recover from those orgasms.”
“Take all the time you need. I am not going anywhere.”
He kisses me again, and he tastes like my body. Maybe I should be appalled, but it’s just another sign of his devotion, and I love it. I turn on my side, kissing him, and the endless hum vibrating in his chest and the insistent press of his cock against my belly reminds me that only one of us has had any orgasms at all, and that this is supposed to be about fulfilling resonance, not just distracting me away from the whole “clone” thing. He kisses me like he wants to devour me, which tells me that he’s not feeling nearly as casual as he said. His tongue teases mine, and when I gently bite his lower lip, I can feel his entire body shudder.
“R’slind.” My name is pure emotion on his lips. It’s full of hopes and dreams and longings, and I nearly break into tears when he opens his eyes and strokes my cheek with his knuckles. “Being with you is everything I have dreamed of. I am so glad you are here.”
God, this man. He’s the best man I’ve ever dated, alien or not.
And then the sobering reality of my situation hits me again. He’s the only man I’ve ever dated because all those other realities weren’t mine. Unease creeps in, threatening to ruin the moment, and I need to get out of my head for a bit.
So I roll onto my front, pushing him under me, and grab a fistful of his hair. Hot urgency races through me, and I want him to know that I feel the edge that he feels, too. Of the hungry need. Even now it’s rising again, as if my body has forgotten entirely that it just had two orgasms minutes ago. I hold his head in place while I become the aggressor in our kiss, stroking his tongue with mine, fucking his mouth with intense kiss after kiss.
His tail thrashes against the floor, and this time when I bite down on his lip, I bite harder. “Do you ever fantasize about holding me down and just having your way with me?” I ask, then lick his mouth in an absolutely blatant fashion.
R’jaal only groans a response, but the heat in his eyes tells me the answer.
“I know how your mind works, R’jaal. You’re going to protect me and be so careful with me.” I stroke my hand down his arm, making sure that I thrust one of my breasts into his face as I do so. “Even if those naughty thoughts of yours make you think of other things. Things like holding me down and fucking me until I scream. Things like pinning me underneath you and wringing orgasm after orgasm out of me. Using me.”
He groans again, his eyes wild. “We should be gentle the first time—”
