19. Chapter 19
Mika
Maz stood up, holding me in his arms. “I won’t bed you in here,” he said, his voice deep and needy.
“Let me get Nadia,” I murmured. I thought he’d set me down, but instead he shifted me until I was balanced on his hip like I was a toddler. He moved to the corner, picked up Nadia’s bed, and carried us both out of the room.
I was glad to see my sweet baby was still sound asleep. I sent a silent prayer that she’d remain sleeping so her mom could have a little fun.
His long strides covered ground quickly, and soon were in his bedroom. He set Nadia in the spot we normally put the carrier then stepped into the nest. Sinking to his knees, he sat back and shifted me until I was straddling his thighs again.
“This is nice,” I murmured, then pressed my lips to his. If I could bottle Maz’s kisses I’d get rich because they were addictive.
I tried to lift a hand but realized my wrap had gotten trapped. I made a frustrated sound at the back of my throat.
Without breaking the kiss, Maz moved a little, and I was free. I pressed both hands on either side of his face. Oil wept from his glands, soaking my hands.
He broke the kiss with a gasp, his eyes half closed. I rubbed my hands over his cheeks again, and he moaned. I didn’t expect him to grab my wrists and gently tug my hands away.
“Did I hurt you?” I asked.
“No,” he croaked. “It felt too good.”
Ah, I could understand that. I filed this fact away, determined to rub and tease his face again to make him pay for all the time we spent on dates where I felt like I was being teased!
He picked me up and set me on my feet in front of him. “Stay.”
I stood on unsteady legs and watched him reach for the tie to my wrap dress. I had tied it in a big loop bow, so he grabbed a tail and pulled it. One of the loops got smaller until it unraveled the entire knot. With the sides no longer held together, he pushed them apart to reveal my undergarments.
I tried to cover my naked belly with my hands. I’d never regret Nadia, but pregnancy had left me with stretch marks and a pooch.
Taking my arms by the wrists, he urged them to my sides, moving his eyes over the front of my body.
“So perfect,” he breathed. “You are the most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen.”
Letting go of my wrists, he pushed the sides of the wrap further apart to grip my waist. His hands felt amazing on my skin, but then he pressed his face to my stomach.
He rubbed his cheek against me, spreading fresh oil over me.
The scent of sweet ginger filled the air at the same time the oil warmed and tingled against my skin.
I moaned and rested my hands on Maz’s head. After the skin of my stomach was coated in his oil, he rose up on his knees and moved to my sternum. Every place he touched came alive with sensation.
“More,” I begged. I lifted my hand off his head and fussed with my bra. I’d been lucky the tailor machine had been able to make what I wanted; bras weren’t common in the universe. At this moment I didn’t feel so lucky though. I couldn’t get the catch to release.
I made a small growl of frustration, and Maz pulled his face away from my body and looked up. He brushed my hands away.
“Let me, my Mika.”
He managed to release the simple clasp, and my breasts spilled free. During pregnancy my breasts had become larger and then even more so now that I was with Maz and could eat all I wanted when I wanted.
Honestly, I was the chubbiest I’d ever been. Another wave of self-consciousness swept over me. It was like a cold splash of water.
“Maybe we should turn off the lights.”
He’d been admiring my breasts, but he looked up to meet my gaze. “Is that a human thing?”
I opened my mouth, but before I could say anything, he sounded a negative rumble.
“Your shoulders are hunched, you’re frowning slightly, and your hands are clenched. This is about you being uncomfortable. Are you in pain or mental distress?”
“It’s nothing.” I tried to close my wrap, but he captured my hands in his.
“If you’re not comfortable, then it’s everything,” he murmured, his rumbling going from a sensual, deep thrumming to a lighter purr. “You are my world. Please tell me what I can do to make you moan again.”
I felt my face get hot. “I’m, uh, not like I used to be.”
He sounded a questioning rumble. “What do you mean?”
“I’ve never been beautiful or gorgeous. I was cute when I was younger, but then I was only okay.
” I was appalled that I was voicing all my insecurities, but I couldn’t seem to stop.
“Nadia’s sperm donor said I was fun but my tits weren’t symmetrical enough and my face was too squinty; whatever that means.
Now I’m all big and lumpy. My nipples aren’t soft anymore because of nursing Nadia, and my skin looks weird in some places from stretch marks. I’m an ugly mess.”
Maz made another negative rumble. “You’re not a mess. You’re the most gorgeous human to ever live.”
“How many humans have you met?” I asked with a sniff. “I think your sample size might be too small for accuracy.”
“That doesn’t matter; my words are the truth,” he insisted.
He let go of my hands and reached up to push my wrap off my shoulders.
It slithered down my arms and off my body, pooling around my feet.
His head was even with my chest, and when he dropped his gaze from my face, it was almost as if I could feel the weight of his eyes on my breasts.
“It’s appropriate that you called the man a sperm donor because that was all he counts for,” he said. “If I’d been him, I would’ve known I was the luckiest male in the universe. He was obviously an idiot and probably blind. He didn’t deserve any part of you. Your body is sublime.”
He rubbed his face over my right breast, spreading oil around the taut skin and nipple. I sucked in a breath as the sensitive skin warmed and tingled. My nipple beaded, and Maz sucked it into his mouth.
Breastfeeding Nadia filled me with all kinds of happy endorphins but Maz’s mouth on me sent zings of pleasure down my spine.
When he pulled away, my nipple came out of his mouth with a little pop.
“I’m going to worship every part of your body,” he said as he kissed and rubbed his way to my other breast. “I’m going to learn what makes you gasp, what makes you moan, and what makes you scream with pleasure. I won’t ever tire of hearing all the sounds you make.”
“I don’t think, oh!”
He pulled my other nipple into his mouth, sucking and licking me. My body shook a little at all the sensations coursing through me. I’d never been this turned on in my life, and I completely forgot what I was going to say.
His hands moved to cup my ass, kneading and squeezing.
My knees turned to jelly. He pulled his mouth away from my nipple, shifted his grip to my waist, and eased me down into the nest.
“This is better,” he said, hooking his fingers into my panties and drawing them down my legs. He took his time, kissing and rubbing his scent glands over the tops of my legs as he pulled at the garment. I felt like a present being unwrapped with agonizing slowness.
When he was finally finished pulling my underwear off, he nudged my legs apart and started the process of licking and rubbing again, but this time on the insides of my legs. I gasped when he got to the top of my thighs, just below my needy sex.
“You don’t, uh, don’t need to put your mouth there,” I said in an unsteady voice. I was so primed I was sure his fingers could do the job. “Maybe you could touch me with your hand.”
“I need to rub my face over all of you,” he insisted. His tone was intense. I couldn’t close my legs because he was half laying between them, but I shoved my hands down to cover my exposed sex.
“Move your hands,” he growled.
Oh shit, that growl did all kinds of things to my nervous system. It moved right past my thinking brain and demanded obedience. I didn’t even know I’d shifted my hands until I felt his warm breath against my sex.
“Good girl,” he murmured, then nuzzled his face into my folds. His oil soaked into my hot flesh, energizing the delicate skin.
When he rubbed a cheek against my clit, he set me on fire!
“Oh god!” I cried out. The orgasm hit me hard and made me sit up. Throwing my head back, I tried to breathe past the intensity.
He kept rubbing his cheek against that little nub of nerves, sending waves of pleasure through my body and extending my orgasm. Dropping back to the nest, I pushed my pelvis against his face. All worries and self-consciousness disappeared. They couldn’t stand up against such a powerful climax.
It wasn’t until I pushed at his head that he stopped.
“No more,” I begged.
He reared back with a worried rumble interrupting his sensual, sexual rumble. “Did I hurt you?”
I looked down my body and smiled at him, feeling a little drunk. “Nope, it was all good.”
An amused rumble came out of him. “Then this is an excellent start.”
“Start?” I squeaked.
“Oh yes,” he said. “I’ve read that human females are like Talin females.”
I eyed him warily. “In what way?”
“That you are capable of multiple climaxes,” he said, running his hands up my belly to my breasts. “I want at least two to start. As I learn your body, I’m sure I can bring that number up to four or five.”
“Five?” I said with a laugh. He had to be joking. When he didn’t respond with a rumble of amusement, I realized he wasn’t. That many orgasms would kill me.
But then again, what a way to die!
“First I need to finish covering you,” he said, grabbing my hips and flipping me over onto my belly as if I weighed nothing more than one of the pillows.
“Uff,” I grunted, unprepared for the move. Then I moaned when he pressed his face to my back and spread oil from one shoulder blade to the other. It felt so good. He was basically giving me a massage as he used his hands to rub the oil into my skin. He kept it up until he’d covered my entire back.
He wasn’t done.