Chapter 22
Chapter
Twenty-Two
TIA
I tug on Rem’eb’s clothing instead of letting him access mine. When he puts a hand on the laces of my tunic, I distract him with a hot, wet kiss and plenty of tongue. I pull his clothing open and tease him with fingertips and skimming touches. “I’m in charge.”
“Tia,” Rem’eb breathes my name as if it’s a prayer. “My Tia. My beautiful, beautiful stranger.”
“We can’t be strangers,” I whisper between kisses. “We’re resonating to each other.”
And I boldly stroke his dick again, reminding him that certain parts of our bodies are not strangers at all. That I’m very intimately acquainted with his umbrella dick.
He makes a choked sound at my touch, his head falling back. I love how quickly he loses himself in the moment, how each time I touch him he reacts as if he’s never felt anything so good. It’s such a heady sensation to know that all of my caresses are wanted…when I was here before, flirting with the islanders on the beach, no one wanted more than a kiss or two unless I was willing to commit to belonging to one person and one person alone. This time, I’m the one demanding strings attached.
My, how the tables have turned.
I push those thoughts aside and concentrate on pleasuring Rem’eb instead. It’s such a delight to play with him. To watch how intensely he feels everything. I wiggle my fingers, then loosen the large knot in his leather belt that holds his leggings in place. I slide his clothes down his legs with all of the skill of the most practiced of flirts, and when his legs are bared and his dick is exposed, I lightly run a finger along his length.
The “frill” around the head of him pulses, as if just waiting to unfurl. It’s the most alien thing on this planet full of alien things, and yet I’m oddly thrilled by it. I remember how it felt pushing against the inside of my mouth, and I wonder how that’d feel deep inside me.
Better than any spur, I’d be willing to wager.
“My Rem’eb,” I say lightly, and lick the head of his dick, watching his frill pulse again.
His eyes are bright and intense as he groans again, reaching for me. “Let me touch you,” he pants. “This time when you come, I want to feel it around my fingers.”
My body clenches in response to his words, but I need to keep control. I need to make him want me. Need to make him want more than I give him. So I just smile and lick the head of him again, even as I trace a finger down his shaft and graze his sac. “Not yet, my gorgeous man.”
Rem’eb sucks in a breath and I glance up at him, touching my tongue to the head of his dick again. When he unfurls this time, I know I’ve won. I barely manage to move my head back as his frill extends, trying to close around something a bit like a Venus flytrap. The head of his dick pulls back, fattens, and then surges forward, delivering its payload all over my chin and the front of my tunic in one large warm splat.
Well…that’s my fault for not letting him undress me.
Rem’eb falls back, gasping for breath as his dick shivers and his frill remains puffed. I run a finger around the edge of it, exploring, and Rem’eb lets out an unholy noise, his dick spurting again. “Okay, so you like that. Noted.”
Even though I’m messy now, I’m happy. Rather smug, actually. I made him come. I rocked his world. He’s going to declare love for me after a few days of this, determined to get inside me and impregnate me, and when he does, I’ll finally let him get the goods. I wipe my face and neck clean with the edge of my tunic and then pull the whole thing off, since it’s going to need cleaning later.
Rem’eb’s eyes are glowing slits as he watches me strip down to my breast-band and leggings. “You made me spill.”
“Of course I did.” I smile sweetly at him. “You liked it.”
“We are resonating. I should spill inside you.”
“Not if you’re leaving me behind.” I cup my breasts and slide my hands down my body. “You don’t get any of this if you’re leaving me behind.”
He narrows his eyes at me, and I wonder how much of that he picked up. Probably not more than me saying “no” and touching myself suggestively. That’ll get the point across, though.
But because I’m me and I’m impatient, I have to twist the knife.
I slide my hand down the front of my pants and seek out my clit. I graze my fingertips through my folds and I’m not surprised that I’m absolutely soaked. I’m resonating, and I just watched a big, sexy man come from my touch. Of course I’m freaking horny as hell. With a little hitch of my breath, I rub the hood of my clit, determined to take my turn.
“Is that how it is to be?” Rem’eb asks, a growl in his voice. “We fight over who gets to touch who?”
“I’m not fighting.” I keep touching myself, breathless. “I’m just having a great time.”
His eyes narrow and he hauls me up against him. In the next moment, I’m down on the bed and he’s pulling my pants down my thighs. I should protest harder, but I’m breathless with arousal at his quick, certain movements. When he pushes my hand aside, I whimper.
Then, he replaces it with his hand.
I moan, arching off the blankets as he sinks a finger inside my body.
“I meant it,” he tells me, his gaze fixed between my spread thighs. “I want to feel you come around my fingers. I want to feel that release with you.”
It doesn’t even cross my mind to push him away. I dig my heels into the furs, writhing as he pushes a second finger into me, and when I touch my clit again, he bats my hand aside and uses one of his to work my clit as another hand pumps inside me.
I come so hard and so fast that I shock even myself. Hot ripples of my climax rush through me and I can feel my body locking around the fingers he has deep inside me, squeezing them tight. The sounds I make are embarrassingly unsexy, but Rem’eb murmurs my name the entire time, and it just makes me come harder.
By the time I’m done climaxing, I’m utterly spent and he’s still got two fingers deep inside me, his face looming close to mine as he props himself up over me, a smug look of triumph on his face. “Now we are even.”
I snort and push at his face. I should be mad over this, but I can’t find the energy. Plus, I feel too good. My khui is humming mercilessly in my chest and his fingers are still deep inside me, and I know I could come again. And probably again. Is this how he feels? This sated-but-not-really feeling? “I guess I deserved that.”
He leans in and tenderly kisses the tip of my nose, even as his fingers slip out of my body and leave me bereft. “My Tia. I do not want to fight with you, but we must come to an agreement of some kind. No one can outwit resonance.”
“Just let me try,” I tell him, tired. “A girl always has to try.”
Rem’eb studies me and gives me another kiss, this one on the mouth, and then lies down in the furs next to me. “I hate that we cannot have a real conversation without Noj’me the Attendant at hand.”
“Me, too.” Mardok could implant a translation chip in him—if we have any left, that is— but he’s back in Croatoan. After their baby was born, his mate Farli wanted to be around her mother for advice and reassurance, and who can blame her? But that doesn’t help me or the other newcomers on the beach who need to speak the language. “We’ll figure something out. Somehow.”
“What is that?” he says, startling me.
I look over at him. “Hm?”
He points at the smoke hole at the top of the ceiling. “It is black up there. Black but with specks of light. What is that? Is the frozen water stuck in the air?”
“You mean…the stars?” I look over at him in surprise. How do I explain, in our limited vocabulary, what the stars are and that they’re not “stuck” in the air? That they’re a million suns a jillion miles away from us, just like the planet I came from? I can’t, of course. I need a whole lot of vocabulary for that to make sense for him, and even then, I’m not sure his beliefs will be ready for it. It’s a lot to take in. I sit up and touch my chin and give him a thumbs up to reassure him that it’s fine, it’s normal. “They’re stars. Stars.”
“Stars,” he echoes. “And they will not fall on us?”
“No falling, I promise.” Another thumbs up.
His gaze moves to me. He pulls me against him, cuddling me against his chest and wrapping his two right arms around my body. It feels good, but more than that, I sense he needs to anchor himself against something. Against me.
“Your world is so different than mine,” Rem’eb confesses, his gaze locked on the glimpse of the stars above. “So open and strange.”
“Joke’s on you. This isn’t even my world.” But I pat his chest because I understand. I’ve had to become the queen of adapting, haven’t I? I know how it feels to be tossed about in one strange place after another. “It just takes time. I’ll be with you, I promise.”
And then I snap my jaw shut, because I’ll only be with him if he’ll let me .
“I feel powerless here on the surface,” he admits, holding me tighter. “The world feels very big tonight and I am but a small, insignificant part of it.”
I understand that feeling more than he probably realizes. Sliding my arms around him, I rest my head on his chest and listen to the purr of his khui to mine.