Chapter 13 #2
I was the problem.
As per usual, she kicked off her shoes, knelt on the bed next to me, then proceeded to apply her healing touch. Every time the heat of her palms settled on my skin, a ravenous desire surged within me.
“I want you,” I blurted out, while she was rubbing her palms over my stomach, above my diaphragm.
She froze, and her eyes widened as she stared at me.
“It’s driving me insane how badly I want you. But I’m terrified that I’ll embarrass myself or completely lose control and hurt you,” I confessed, my cheeks burning.
Zhara’s stunned expression swiftly melted into something sweet, laced with a mix of joy and timidity that messed with my head. She shifted from her kneeling position to sit sideways before leaning over me. My arms instinctively wrapped around her.
“You can never hurt me, Gavin,” she said softly as she sank the fingers of her left hand in my hair. “Your protective instincts are much too strong for that. You died for me, remember?”
“I just love you so much. The thought of ever disappointing you…”
“Hush, silly man!” Zhara said a bit more sternly. “The only time you disappoint me is when you deny us and doubt yourself. We were made for each other, Gavin. Nothing between us can ever be wrong. Stop fretting so much. And there’s no way you will embarrass yourself.”
I huffed. “There are plenty of ways I can. Last time, I nearly climaxed just from you shifting on top of me!”
“And that’s a problem, why?” Zhara asked, looking at me as if I’d suddenly gone brain dead.
“Why would I be disappointed with the fact that intimate contact with me gives you intense pleasure? I want to give you multiple orgasms. Seeing you fall apart for me will be the greatest confidence booster for me. You think I’m not scared you’ll feel let down by me? ”
“In what world would that ever happen?!” I exclaimed, flabbergasted.
“Until you came here, I’d never kissed a male! I’m fully aware that I’m super clumsy with it, and that I just slobber all over you,” she replied, scrunching her face. “I’m surprised you still want to kiss me.”
It was my turn to look at her as if she’d lost her mind.
“You absolutely do not slobber. In case you haven’t noticed, kissing you always makes me instantly hard.
It’s actually embarrassing when your parents are around.
For the record, we were both clumsy the first couple of times we kissed because I also had never kissed a woman before.
Seeing you grow more confident each time we kiss is honestly the biggest turn on. ”
“And you know what has made me grow more confident? Your responses to me,” she said forcefully. “Feeling you getting aroused as soon as I touch you reassures me that I’m doing something right and that you want me.”
“How could you ever doubt it?! I’m obsessed with you!” I exclaimed. “But I don’t want you thinking that I’m coming on too strong or that it’s all I want from you.”
“Do you think that’s all I want from you?” she challenged.
I scrunched my face.
“You’re using my words against me,” I grumbled.
“Yes, because you’re talking nonsense. We waited our whole lives to be together, and now we are putting on additional barriers.
I can’t even lay all the blame at your feet because I’ve been meaning to have this talk with you for the past two days but kept wimping out,” she said, her expression shifting from stern to sheepish.
“Why did you ‘wimp out’ of bringing it up?” I asked softly. “Did you fear I’d think you were coming on too strong?”
She made a face at me. “Now you’re using your own words against me.”
I chuckled smugly. “Yes, I am. Because we’re both acting like complete idiots. I want to make love to you Zhara. Will you let me?”
A wave of well-being settled over me like a warm blanket when her face melted into a tender expression.
“I thought you’d never ask. A million times yes,” she whispered.
I caressed her face, then rested my palm on her cheek as I brushed my thumb over her delectable lips.
“Promise you will speak up if I hurt you or make you feel uncomfortable,” I demanded.
“Promise,” she replied in a submissive voice.
“And promise you won’t make fun of me if I don’t last as long as I should at first?” I mumbled.
She burst out laughing and rubbed her nose against mine. “I actually might be offended if you resist too long. That’ll mean I’m not doing a good job.”
“That’s not true!” I exclaimed.
“Says you. See? That nonsense goes both ways,” she quipped teasingly. “Anyway, rumor has it that Braxians can get it up on demand. Is it true?”
I chuckled. “That’s actually a fact. We literally can get an erection at will. We just can’t get it to go back down on demand.”
“Well then, sounds like I will have to see how often I can get it to go up and down in an hour,” she said in a half-menacing tone. “Now stop delaying and take care of your mate.”
“Your wish is my command, my love,” I replied in a raspy voice before claiming her mouth.
I fully drew her on top of me from her half-sitting, half-leaning position next to me.
She attempted to straddle me again, but I flipped her onto her back and settled over her.
Leaning on my left forearm to support my weight, I continued kissing her while finally allowing my other hand to roam freely over her body.
Thankfully, she wasn’t wearing the thick leather uniform of the Sentinels, but the delightfully light fabric of those sexy dresses the Veredians loved to wear.
As my hand glided the length of her slender neck, I gently raked my nails on the dark spots lining its sides.
Right on cue, Zhara’s body jerked, and she moaned against my lips.
Those wondrous things gave me a seriously unfair advantage.
For the Veredians, their spots were like readily accessible G-spots once they became aroused.
The little tattle tales would start darkening as soon as a Veredian became turned on.
The darker the shade, the greater their excitement, and the more erogenous each spot became.
And I absolutely intended to exploit the fuck out of this lovely little feature. But all in due time…
I caressed a path down to her chest, my large hand settling on the round mound of her breast. As I squeezed and kneaded it, Zhara arched her back to further press it against my touch.
I purred with approval and broke the kiss.
My lips trailed along her jawline to the crook of her neck.
Pausing there for a brief moment, I licked and sucked on her markings, making her shiver.
The throaty sound that escaped her instantly had me throbbing.
I tried to ignore it and focus on my woman.
Even with her blessing not to fight the way my body responded to her, I refused to spill like a fucking teenager seconds after we started getting frisky.
The Ancestors take me, I would make her climax first!
And I had no qualms being underhanded about it.
Abandoning her breast, my hand continued its journey down the delicious curves of her body, which narrowed at the waist before flaring at the hips.
It snuck under the blessedly short skirt of her dress.
And I once more made sure to focus my touch on her steadily darkening spots in an upward caress as I raised her garment.
Zhara lifted her rump to help me rid her of the wretched obstacle.
I stopped sucking on her neck to continue removing her dress, but Zhara slightly raised her shoulders to yank the garment right her and tossed it with obvious impatience in a random corner of the room.
I chuckled and lowered my head to her flat stomach, peppering it with kisses, intent on teasing her sports bra off her.
But once again, Zhara seemed totally unwilling to wait on long foreplay.
She nearly ripped that thing right off herself again.
Sinking her fingers in my hair, she almost smashed my face against her right breast, making her desires crystal clear.
That made me insanely hard, and I eagerly answered the call.
I immediately started sucking on her little nub, reveling in the way it quickly pebbled and the light saltiness of her pale-gray skin.
Her sighs of delight and the growing scent of her arousal sent blood rushing to my groin.
As I shifted my attention to her other breast, gently biting and licking her nipple, I boldly caressed her body, past her navel, down her pelvis, and then between her thighs, over the tiny triangle of her underwear.
Zhara gasped as she fisted my hair in what I suspected to be an involuntary gesture.
With my mouth still on her hardened bud, I tilted my head back to lock eyes with her as I slowly rubbed my hand over her sex.
Her enlarged irises—typical of Veredian-Xelixian hybrids—seemed to have expanded further, almost swallowing all her sclera.
Their yellowish hue had darkened, making the green specks look like shimmering stars in a deep bronze sky.
Lips parted, eyes hooded, she breathed in quick shallow breaths, as she held my gaze unwaveringly daring me to continue.
Eyes still locked with hers, I poked my tongue out to draw circles around her areola.
Simultaneously, I rested my palm on her sex, and flicked my thumb on her over the thin, lacy fabric.
As a series of intermittent tremors shook her body, I repeated the motion a couple more times.
Then I slipped my hand under her waistband while sucking her nipple into my mouth again.
The intoxicating scent of her musk slapping my nose, the heat of her bare sex already wet for me on my fingers, and the strangled sound of her breath hitching, sent a bolt of fire directly in my cock. The heat radiated throughout my pelvic area, and searing heat shot up the length of my shaft.