“Bear what?”He glanced at his fingers trailing circles across her skin.
“Your desire, the imagery, what you longed to do to me.”
He lifted his chin and smirked.“So my control failed?”
“Yes,” she said, throwing her head back when he nudged her legs apart with his knuckles.
Her garment pooled across the juncture of her thighs, exposing her black undergarment so transparent, she could have skipped wearing it.His breath hitched, and in a daze, he ran his hands up so that he could rub her sex through the sheer fabric.
“Oh,” she gasped, her eyes squeezed shut.
He paused to remove the coat, tossing it aside.In that split second, he committed to pleasing her.What the training vids on human mating had shown him was that a male didn’t need to pursue his own gratification.In fact, he had to ignore his needs to ensure she remained well.His malehood twinged in protest.
He drew in a deep inhale, savoring her scent.His mouth watered, his tongue recalling the taste of her.This wasn’t what he’d had in mind when she’d asked for a date.But now, with her leaning back on her elbows, her glorious legs bare, his hands at her sex, he wanted to be nowhere else.He lay on his side next to her and stroked along her jaw to guide her mouth to his.
“Just kisses,” he whispered against her lips.
Meeting his gaze, she pouted.“Stupid DNA.”
He chuckled.“Indeed.”While he nipped her bottom lip, he trailed a pattern from her knee to her sex, drawing moans and pants from her.“Just touches.”Through the fabric, he stroked his thumb up and down her seam, her cries urging him on.She whimpered when he slipped between her undergarment and her skin.
A growl lodged in his throat at her need coating his finger.Her breathing became shorter, raspier the longer he tormented her.Her cheeks darkened, her lips parted, and she keened.
Maker.His chest swelled, and his malehood pulsed with such longing…
He pulled away, shuffled until he could spread her thighs with his shoulders, and settled with her backside in his palms.
“Cylo,” she said, pushing herself up.“You do that, then I get to do that.”
He stilled, his mind filling with images of her mouth on his malehood.“Do not threaten me, ensa.”He curled his fingers around the thin straps of her undergarment.With sharp tugs, it peeled away.
This moment… He studied the pale-gold dusting of hair over her sex.So beautiful.He brushed the tip of his nose across the softness, then, with a peek at her, he licked her.
His nostrils flared, and the urge to feast on her stiffened every muscle in his body.
Everymuscle.
Chapter Nineteen
Wrenhadhopedshe’dfind herself on her back, but not this soon.Not that she was complaining.Lying there so exposed reminded her of her alien smut and her longing for a male with a forked tongue.Oh, the way Cylo swirled his…was next level.Every sweep had her on the cusp of orgasming, then he’d change, almost driving her to demand he hurry up.His smirk when he met her gaze told her he knew what he was doing to her.
Just touches.She hummed.Oh, yes, they could be teenagers without doing the act.Still, the way her body twanged, she wanted him thrusting into her, filling the hollow ache inside her.
“Hungry?”he asked, his breath huffing across her sensitive nub.
“Starving,” she said, lifting her hips without an ounce of shame.
“Good.”He chuckled, sending a vibration through her sex just as he sucked on her…hard.
Joy exploded through her, shuddering her limbs and stealing her moans.Her knees tingled, goose bumps shot across her body, and heat pooled in her core amid spasms.They crashed over her in consistent ripples with no end in sight.She widened her eyes and cried out again, trembling against him.
He shifted onto his haunches, his lips glossy, and his gaze admiring.“Ensa, I could do this forever.”
“Cylo,” she whispered, tears at the back of her eyes.She wanted to cry at the profound emotions he invoked in her.
He frowned, concern floating toward her.“Did I hurt you?”
“Oh, no, never,” she said, scrambling to sit up.“It was amazing.”
