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Her thighs tremble and she arches against my face. I don’t let up, determined to make her climax. A woman knows that another woman needs more of the same to come, not a change in the pattern. So I keep lightly sucking, using the tip of my tongue as I do, and I tease the spot deep inside her.
She screams a moment later, and her hot release floods my face.
With a pleased sound, I keep working her to ensure I wring out every bit of her pleasure, until she collapses, limp and panting, back against Jamef’s chest. He holds her tightly, wrapping his arms around her waist and pressing a kiss to the side of her face. His words are full of soft praise, telling Dora how beautiful she is, how good she came for us. I wipe my mouth, pleased, and love that the taste of her is lingering on my mouth. She came so hard, she drenched her thighs and my face, and I couldn’t be more proud of her efforts (and mine, because I’m amazing).
When Dora’s eyes flutter open, the soft look she gives me is adoring. “That was amazing.” Her hand steals up to caress Jamef’s face. “Now it’s Bethiah’s turn.”
Immediately, I go cold. I get to my feet. “Casserole.”
Forty-Seven
DORA
I’m still trembling with the aftermath of that intense orgasm as Bethiah gets up and walks out of the room.
“I…I don’t understand,” I tell Jamef as I close my thighs. “Did we hurt her feelings?”
He shakes his head, his thumb rubbing circles on my arm. “I’m not surprised she ran. Remember, when things get to feel like too much, Bethiah likes to disappear. My guess is that it felt safe to pleasure me and safe to pleasure you, but getting her own pleasure would make her too vulnerable.”
I frown, gazing at the doorway and wishing that Bethiah would change her mind and come back through again. “That’s ridiculous.”
“That’s Bethiah.” He strokes my back. “I suppose the games are done for now. How are you feeling, sweetheart?”
Shrugging, I turn and fit myself under his shoulder, waiting to see how he reacts to this. I’m not ready to get up and leave just yet. Bethiah might be done with us, but I’m still hazy with bliss and need a moment for my brain to settle. “I feel good. Other than the fact that she just left without taking part, I’m good.”
He chuckles. “Oh, she took part. We both had her mouth on us. You can’t say she wasn’t participating.”
I blush. Jamef has an excellent point. His arm settles comfortably over my shoulders, tucking me against his chest, and I snuggle down against him, happy to be held. “I just don’t know why she didn’t want to wait for her turn. It’s like the moment she might show any emotion other than boredom, she’s out.”
“We did say we’d go slow.” He slides his hand languidly up and down my back, ignoring the hard bar of his cock pressed against my side. I decide I’ll ignore it, too. After all, Bethiah isn’t here and we said we wouldn’t touch or engage when one of us was gone. Cuddling’s different, because that’s just comforting each other. Making love is something else entirely.
“Yes, but you thought it was going to be me that needed the slow-going,” I grump. “I’m having a good time.”
Jamef’s chest shakes, and it takes me a moment to realize he’s silently laughing. “I think you’re going to end up being far more than either of us bargained for, sweetheart.”
“I’m going to take that as a compliment.”
“It absolutely is one. Unfortunately for you, both of your mates are a bit maladjusted and not good at being in relationships. Bethiah’s best with a blaster in her hand, and I’m best alone.”
I turn in his arms, gazing up at him. I don’t know why he’s so hard on himself. When I first saw him, I thought he was intimidating and frightening. He’s got a lot of metal parts where he should have flesh, and his face is hard, as if he’s seen too much in his life. But he’s so gentle, his hands so kind as he holds me, that I can’t find any flaws with him. Jamef is an itinerant knight like they used to have back on Earth, a man that lives by his own code and wanders the world, waiting until someone needs him to spring forth.
True, he’s a bounty hunter like Bethiah, but…not quite like Bethiah. Jamef would save people that needed saving, I think.
Bethiah would sell them out just to prove that she’s got a hard heart.
Except…I know she doesn’t. I know she’s soft underneath. I think of the first night I was saved from the slave traders. Bethiah didn’t leave my side, holding my hand and letting me clutch her weapon so I could feel safe.
