Chapter 21
It felt so good to touch her.
Her inner channel was drenched, soaking my finger with a slippery wetness very different from the water I had just pulled her out of. A fragrant scent rose up, perfuming the air with the heady smell of her desire.
It was intoxicating.
My shaft released from my body, sliding out into the confines of my trousers.
The desire to taste her swelled in me with the throbbing ache in my shaft. She moved her round ass up and down, swiveling her hips, and my osae began to move again, twisting around my shaft as they searched for her, held back by my clothing.
She rubbed against me, stroking the length of my manhood with her wiggling little ass. My eyes rolled back in my head from the wave of pleasure, desire, and utter unmistakable need to be inside her.
It was too much.
My osae wanted her as much as I did.
I’d almost lost her.
It was unthinkable.
When I had first seen her on screen with the Izanburs, I had felt an instant attraction to her tenacity, her fierceness, but even though I had found her alien body intriguing, the thought that my osae could awaken for her wasn't a consideration.
She was a different species.
And yet, she was compatible with me, an exceptional match.
She could bear my young.
That changed everything and nothing at all. I couldn't take her now, not until I was able to talk to her - not until she told me that she was ready, that she wanted to be with me knowing the fullness of what that meant, not until I’d told her the truth of who I was.
I had to hold myself back.
I had to make sure she was fully ready to be mine, with everything that entailed before I took her. She was already mine. Even though that feeling was a viscous certainty, I wanted her to claim me back.
I wanted to wait for her to decide to be mine.
But right now, she needed pleasure.
She needed what I could give her.
And I would give it to her.
I growled again, tightening my grip on her neck, firm enough to pull her head back against my chest so that she lost the rhythm and momentum of her hip swaying, but gentle enough that she had plenty of room to breathe.
I continued to stroke her channel when I found a spot inside of her that was different. My finger caressed it, and her lips parted, her channel fluttering around my finger as she let out an uncontrolled moan.
There it was.
I continued to hit that spot, over and over, moving my hand so the heel hit the small nub at the front of her. I slowly began to slide another finger into her, stretching her.
She made the most adorable noises.
She mewled and moaned, twisting in my arms as her breath hitched and her body shook. She clenched around my fingers, crying out something that sounded close to my name.
Then she melted in my arms.
I took my hand from her neck, wrapping my arm around her middle, supporting her as I slowed my fingers.
When she stopped spasming around them, I pulled them free, gently slipping them out of her drenched embrace.
I lifted my hand to my nose.
Absolute heaven.
I licked my fingers, reveling in the musky feminine flavor that was uniquely everything I never knew that I needed.
She made a small noise. Then she was twisting in my arms, her small hands wrapping around my wrist as she gently tried to pull my fingers from in front of my nose.
She shook her head and said something in that monotone language of hers.
She didn't want me to taste her?
How dare she defy me.