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People watched me have sex for years on a stream to make sure I behaved. This wasn’t really different. Feelings I had a hard time digesting in front of others. I’d decided I wanted these guys.
I rocked against him, and his cock hardened. I smiled. Yes, that was what I wanted. “Do you want to go inside?”
He shook his head. “Only if you want to.”
“What I want is you and me right now.” I kissed his chin, loving the feel of his scruff against my softer skin.
“Me too.” He cupped my face. “Raven, you make me feel human. Like I really am what I always wanted to be. Like I was born to do this with you. Like I’m not just something badly created in a petri dish.”
His words didn’t make sense at first, but then I gathered the gist past my needs. “You are absolutely a man. A human man, everything you should be and more. You take my breath away with your kindness and…”
He stole mine in that second, kissing me so soundly, I forgot I needed air at all. It became just the two of us in the night to me. We touched one another in exploration until my breath wheezed out in desperation, reveling in the unique sensations we could cause in each other. He pulled my shirt over my head and discarded it, gazing at my body as if he’d waited a lifetime for the view.
My breasts ached, so when he palmed them in his callused hands, I cried out. He stopped and stared at me. “That okay?”
I leaned into his touch, nipping at his bottom lip. “Very okay. Good noises.”
He grinned at me, looking down at his hands as he clenched them, causing a firestorm of sensations to cascade through me. “I don’t want to assume.”
“Feel free to do just that.”
I was shirtless, he wasn’t. I tugged on his until he took it off. That’s better. Much, much more so. He really was beautiful.
My hands slid and dipped over his curves as I explored his chest, all golden skin in the warm crackle of firelight. His fingertips closed over my nipple, tugging slightly, and making me gasp for him. “Your body is like a piece of art. Raven, there has never been a woman as beautiful as you. I’ve been everywhere—across the galaxy, through black holes. Trust me. No one has ever been as beautiful as you.”
I shook my head. He was too much. The galaxy was too broad, too expansive, for me to be the most beautiful woman in it, but arguing wasn’t sexy. His chest was, so I licked it. Although they taught me men liked to be tasted, I never felt the need to nibble my way across anyone’s flesh before. With him, it seemed natural, so I dragged kisses and nips across his skin, pleasing myself with the taste of him as much as I pleased him with my caresses.
He gasped and gripped me tighter, pulling my face to his so that he could kiss and kiss me. Our tongues danced together, his in my mouth, mine in his. I tried to show him what I wanted to do to him with my tongue, then I smiled, deciding showing him to be my best course of action.
I pulled away, slightly. “Lean back.”
He tilted his head in question but obeyed me without hesitation. I pulled his pants down fast, before he could focus too much on what I was doing, and then rid him of his underwear.
“Raven?” The slight unsteadiness in his tone—the uncertainty—would vanish the moment he took my body, so I decided to revel in these moments before he claimed his power. Before he drove me wild, I could torment him a bit.
I took him in mouth. Usually I looked at the act as a task to be fulfilled, like any other in my work, something else to just get through. But my mouth watered as I considered his hardened length, twitching slightly in the cool night air. It was so nice to crave it, so nice to be able to say it was my choice. I moaned as I took him deeper down my throat, covering him with my mouth in one long pull. The flavor of him on my tongue seemed warm, spicy, and just like I somehow knew Gunnar would taste. The more I took him, the wetter I got, so I squeezed my legs together as I rolled my eyes up to see his reactions.
He threw his head back, clutching onto the ground, anywhere, as though he were looking to hold onto the planet for dear life. “Raven, fuck. Fuck.”
I ignored him and kept at it, redoubling my efforts as his hips jerked helplessly. What I wanted—no, craved—was Gunnar coming undone in my mouth. That would be heaven. That would be just what I needed.
“No,” his one word got through to me. “Inside of you for the first time.”
I let go of him with a pop of noise and a small smile. If that was what he wanted, I could afford to be cooperative. Quickly, I took off my pants. He panted heavily, as if he’d run a race as I climbed on top of him.
“You’re so fucking amazing.” He took my mouth then in what could only be called a kiss to claim me. I might be slightly bruised from it later, but I loved the open- mouthed need and gave him back the same attention. With as much finesse as I could while still basically seated on his lap, I took him inside of me. He was large, erect, and ready, but I was wet for him. I had to really breathe to make the first pass but then he was there, deep inside of me, filling me until I sighed around the sensation. I stopped moving just so I could meet his eyes for a long second.
He said I was beautiful, but he’s the beautiful one.
“I never…” His voice faded off before he kissed me again.
I hoped he was as lost as me, because I was flying. I moved then. Slowly riding him, I’d lift myself up and then slide back down quickly. It gave me control, and I found an easy rhythm. I could rub against him in steady pulses, then jolt myself with pleasure by plunging down hard. He squeezed against me, lifting his hips. We groaned together. I did it again, over and over until he stopped me, grabbing my hips and changing our movements. Oh yes, Gunnar had quickly caught the knack, and he wanted to control it.
I grinned at him. That didn’t surprise me at all.
His movements were stronger, demanding, and I loved it. Pleasure mounted inside of me, growing with each stroke. He learned my body, my movements, and he was giving me just what I needed. I dug my fingernails into his shoulders and held on for the ride, grinding down into him.
Finally, I exploded, throwing my head back, my muscles clenching around him. With a shout he followed me. We panted, gripping each other as if we might fall over any second. The sounds of the world rushed back at me—the crackling of the fire, the crickets’ song, the whisper of the wind, and the fact that it hit my bare back.
