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My breathing was rough, and my fingers dug into the sheets. He lifted them to his hair—and I buried them in the thick, soft waves, gripping tightly while he continued kissing my core, dragging his finger slowly over my g-spot at the same time.
It took longer to get there in round two, but shit, he got me there. My wail was louder when I went over the edge that time—and his heady satisfaction curled between us through the bond, making my mind spin.
He gave me another moment, resting his nose on my clit again. I couldfeelhow much he liked my scent, and that was really damn hot for me.
“How do I share my emotions with you?” I asked him, as my heartbeat finally slowed a little. The fact that he seemed more than content to just sit there, giving me pleasure without taking any for himself, made me feel really damn loved.
“Find the bond, in your mind,” he murmured against my clit. It would’ve made my hips jerk, if he hadn’t just exhausted me so thoroughly.
I forced myself to look for it—to find that bridge between my mind and Remmo’s. When I found it, it didn’t feel like a bridge. It felt like… a pulse. Like our heartbeats had intertwined, connecting us so much more fiercely than I’d ever imagined.
“Good.” His approval made my heart swell. “Feel how my end is open, and yours is closed.”
It wasn’t a question, but an instruction. He was the best teacher I’d ever had, in every damn way.
It took a few minutes, but I followed the bond. When I found his side, I understood what he meant about it being open. His steady confidence and pride flowed through, along with a few snippets of thoughts brushing past me.
They were soft, and wordless. Not so much as thoughts… more like things his mind was noticing subconsciously. I tuned in carefully, and the sensations he was feeling rolled through me.
The sweet, sexy smell of my pleasure.
The damp, soft slickness of my skin beneath his hands, against his face.
The hard, pulsing need in his cock.
The satisfied pleasure that accompanied him being able to make me shatter again, and again.
An image hit me, almost like a video from Earth—one of my body, from the spot Remmo occupied between my thighs. I was arching, my face twisted in pleasure, as I cried out while I lost control.
Slowly, I withdrew from his mind.
“Don’t think I did that right,” I whispered, though my body was now hot and needy all over again.
Shit, I wanted him.
“Try again.” His thumbs stroked my inner thighs. “After you’ve done it, I’ll reward you.”
“With what? Chocolate?” I was a little breathless as I teased him, but he still met my small grin with his own gleaming eyes.
“Something better.” He dragged his tongue over my clit, torturously slowly before repeating, “Try again, Iloli.”
He wanted to feel my emotions, to slip into that stream in my mind.
And… maybe I wanted him to, too.
I nodded, closing my eyes and following the bond again.
This time, I found myself on my end of the connection. And where Remmo’s had been wide open, there was some kind of invisible force field over mine.
I felt it there, though I couldn’t press up against it or anything.
“The feelings will be intense when you first take it down,” he murmured against my core. “I nearly lost control all over your backside.”
A soft laugh escaped me. “You should’ve woken me up.”
“You needed rest.” He inhaled my scent slowly, and I felt wisps of his joy, and his pleasure.
“Then you should’ve just jerked off all over me. I wouldn’t have minded.”
