Chapter 14
I will make you squirt everywhere without an inch of guilt.
Tamara
Iwas too stunned to speak.
I wasn’t sure what I was expecting when I thought about their summer city, but certainly not something as big and beautiful.
Everything was built with a sandy white stone, and every door, window, and shutters were handpainted in various colors.
There was also some sort of closed city within the city, and this was where Filbur was leading me toward.
“What is this?” I asked as we walked through the large open gates.
“City center. This is where our house is. Where the healing center I am working in is.”
Although all the houses and buildings we already passed looked absolutely stunning, it was even more beautiful as we moved forward. Fountains. Shops. Restaurants. And, as we kept walking, what looked like mansions.
“Our home is directly on the beach,” he explained as we took a turn and climbed some stairs, hidden between two large houses. At the top, he stopped and grinned, bringing my hand to his mouth. “I am happy you are here.”
I cupped his face and smiled when he leaned into my touch. “I’m happy to be here too.” For this peace he was offering me. The quiet and the affection I had been craving all my life.
He pushed the door open and circled my waist with his arm to lead me inside, closing the door softly behind us.
The room was mostly dark—after all, the sun was nearly setting.
It took Filbur about ten minutes to turn on all the lights, pouring some thick liquid in and, using some strange stones, sending a spark to light them.
“I will turn on the generators, but they have been powered off for months and they will need daylight to recharge,” he explained. “By tomorrow night, we will have more light.”
I walked closer until I could nestle in his arms. “It’s cozy, I like it.”
He looked at me, a mix of confusion and amusement on his face. “Cozy?”
I searched for words that would describe the feeling best. “Warm. Comfortable,” I said. “Relaxing. I like soft lights.”
He smiled. “You did spend an unhealthy amount of time looking at the hanging lights every time we sat down to eat.”
I certainly did. They soothed me when I was feeling anxious, somehow. I didn’t like when the lights were too bright.
“I will make sure to light the ones hanging outside every night for you,” he said, dropping a soft kiss on my forehead. “So you can enjoy the beach at night if you want to.”
“If I want to? I’ve been dreaming about that beach for weeks.”
His grin widened and he stepped away, pulling me with him past what looked like a large living room and stopped in front of a glassless window. I breathed in the slight breeze and took in the sight.
“Wow,” I whispered. The sun was setting on the sea, coloring the water and the sky in warm orange and pink. We were on the second floor and, as he promised, the beach was just below. “Is downstairs yours too?”
“Ours, and yes. Our washroom is on the first floor, as well as the main living room, our kitchen, and a couple sleeping rooms.”
I arched a brow. “Why is this house so big?”
His cheeks turned slightly purple. “I settled here after I agreed I would be the one to take a human partner. I thought…children would need the space.”
Children. Heat rose to my cheeks. My chest. Spread to my lower stomach and between my legs.
Right. This was also about making babies. Saving the Cancos and all the other species from extinction.
I had been sheltered and kept in the dark about sex all my life. But Filbur had been more than happy to read the book with me. To explain to me what some things meant. To show me what I had missed.
Two weeks ago, the mere idea of sex terrified me.
Not anymore.
I slid a hand along his chest, looking up to gaze into his bright eyes. “Shall we get to it, then?” I asked, trying my best to sound confident although I couldn’t help the embarrassment from coloring my cheeks.
His eyes darted between mine. “Are you not still in pain from—”
“I’m fine,” I grumbled, grabbing his long necklace to pull him with me toward the center of the room. “No more pain, no more bleeding. Where’s the bedroom?”
He blinked, confused. “The bedroom?”
“The sleeping room. Where is it?”
I softly removed his scarf—that I recently learned he was wearing to give to me in case I got cold—and traced a line of kisses over his collarbone.
“Why would we go to the sleeping room?” he panted, his hands finding a comfortable spot over my ass. “Are you…tired?”
It was my turn to look at him with confusion. “No?”
I mean, I was a little tired, but not enough not to enjoy our first real alone time in two weeks.
“Why would we go to the sleeping—”
“To have sex, Filbur. I’m telling you now is the time for sex.”
His eyes widened. Why the hell was he surprised? It wasn’t like we hadn’t talked about it before…In fact we talked about it a lot in the past few days.
“Sleeping rooms are not meant for sex,” he stated, but his hold around me tightened as he led us toward the very comfortable looking couch just a few feet away. “They are meant for sleep.”
“We did—” I paused, shuddering as he finally kissed me. “Things. In the tent.”
“Migration is different,” he said between kisses. “Now we are home.”
My ass and back landed on the plush cushions and Filbur found his place between my legs. At this point, he usually would look around nervously, making sure that we were in fact alone. But not here. Not now.
His kiss was hungry and slow at once. His hands deftly as they untied the little knots holding my green dress together. In under a minute, I was fully naked in front of him for the first time since we met.
“Finally,” he breathed out, lowering his head to kiss a trail between my breasts. “No clothes allowed in the house for a few days, alright?”
An embarrassing giggle escaped my throat when he reached my navel. “Fine by me.” Especially if he wasn’t wearing any either.
I was well used to the feeling of his tongue sliding across my center now, and yet, I never seemed to grow tired of it. My back arched as he slowly circled the sensitive nerves—a clitoris the book had said.
“You are already so wet,” he said in appreciation, his fingers now nudging at my entrance. “Always so wet for me…”
I’d stopped being embarrassed about this the first time he praised me for it. It seemed my wetness turned him on and I was more than happy about what happened when he was.
Filbur had shown me sex was all about pleasure. Not pain. And now I craved it—craved him—constantly.
My breath caught at the intrusion of his first finger, but the slight discomfort was quickly replaced by pleasure when he reached deep enough to press on my G-spot, his lips still closed around my clit, his tongue swirling against the skin furiously.
“Fil, I—”
He groaned, sending delicious vibrations, and fucked me harder with his finger.
I couldn’t stop it.
I pushed against his shoulders, trying to make him let go but my stubborn husband didn’t budge.
“Oh my god, Filbur—”
My body jerked but he held me in place, another finger joining the first, his face still latched even as water started to pour out from my core.
He was gonna drown.
“Fil, please—” I gasped.
He eventually listened—kind of. Our eyes met, his fingers still thrusting leisurely as he licked his lips. “Please what?”
“Please, stop toying with me and—”
“Breed you?” he finished my sentence, the corner of his lips and one of his hairless brow lifting, gaze full of mischief.
I gritted my teeth. How had I gone from terrified of the slightest touch to this? “Yes.”
“Did you not want to go to sleep?”
I let out a groan, trying to pull him up and only succeeding because he was kind enough to let me.
“I didn’t know sex was not happening in the bedroom.
Humans are known to have sex in beds,” I said, thinking about that damn time Jake had made me watch, and the couple of times I’d heard my parents growing up.
For once, it didn’t send me the usual burst of disgust and anxiety. Jake had done this wrong. Had done this other woman wrong.
Filbur was good. Filbur was safe.
“Nets are not safe for sex,” he simply said before he kissed me again.
And yes, I guess it made sense.
I slid my hands down his back until my fingertips grazed the waistband of his pants. He grinned against my lips and lifted his hips enough for me to push them down.
Naked. My husband was, for the first time, fully naked against me.
I couldn’t help but take the time to admire him.
The shape of his bulging muscles. The red contrasting with the waves of purple indicating that, no matter how much he tried to keep a straight face, he was as aroused as I was.
The bright reddish-orange eyes studied me the same way I was studying him.
The softness of his touch as his hands traveled my body.
The angle, shape and size of his cock, hard and begging for attention between us.
My throat bobbed and Filbur noticed. “We do not have to do this now,” he said softly. “No pressure, remember?”
“I want to,” I countered, reaching for his length.
For the first time, he let me. His eyes closed and head fell back, a deep rumble coming out of his throat.
It felt soft and warm in my hand as I gave a few slow strokes, mimicking the motion I watched him do himself.
The soft spikes along the underside started vibrating against the side of my thumb and he cursed.
“If you want to, we will have to do this now.”
I arched a brow as his hand closed around my wrist, stopping me. “Why?”
“Because if you keep stroking me like this, I will come on your stomach again before I can stop it.” Heat rose to my cheeks. I wasn’t sure why but seeing him reach his climax always sent a wave of heat to my core. I tried giving him another stroke but he gave me a warning look. “Tammy.”
“But I like to see you—”
“I would rather come inside you,” he interrupted. “Which I will not be able to do if you make me come right now.”