Chapter 22
His hand didn't budge.
"You don't have to do that," I said, turning in his arms to face him all the way, an unfamiliar surge of embarrassment rushing through me. "I know that doesn't taste good to guys. You don't have to pretend."
He stared at me for one long heartbeat of a moment.
Then his ears pinned flat back on his head, and he snarled at me, exposing his fangs.
His tail lashed behind him.
Oh shit.
My heart skipped a beat as I instinctively froze in place. Fear skittered through me quickly, replaced by a rush of arousal as he held my gaze and slowly, deliberately licked his fingers again and again in a sultry, sensual display of his very mobile tongue.
He waited, staring me down as he licked his fingers in a way that was a promise.
The fear melted away into a slip, dripping puddle.
Oh my.
Then he dropped to his knees.
I almost lost my balance at the sudden sense of his stability, but he put his hand around the back of me, gripping my glutes to hold me steady.
I had lost complete control of this situation.
Instead of feeling that fear - that frozen moment - I loved it.
I loved this.
I wanted this.
There was no fear in me as he pressed his face against my thighs, taking a deep breath as he smelled me. There were so many unknowns between us. He had an entire culture of social expectations that were different from my own that I didn't know anything about.
But I knew the way he looked at me.
I knew the way he touched me.
I wanted everything.
His claws lightly pricked my ass, not enough to hurt or penetrate, but enough to let me know that extended.
From the shifting bulge in the front of his pants, he had to be fully aroused.
It looked like I was about to get a first-hand experience with those tentacles.
That thought fluttered away as his tongue rolled over my slit. I dropped my hands to the top of his head, my fingers digging into the silky mane of his hair.
One of his hands slid around, stroking at my cleft as he dropped down to the back of my thigh, lifting it up to hook my knee over his shoulder.
Then he dove in again.
His tongue lapped over me, spreading my lower lips as he licked me with long, languid strokes, just as he had done with his fingers. How was he not tired? I cried out, unable to restrain myself as his rolling, nubbed tongue lifted me back up on the waves of pleasure, swelling to a new level.
Holy crows, he was going for orgasm number two.
He was going to get me there.
A rush of wetness flooding down from my deliciously overstimulated body elicited a sound from him that was between a growl and a moan as he sped up his strokes, twirling his tongue around my nub.
Then his finger pressed against my opening again.
I rocked my hips against his finger, encouraging him, and he followed the motion, sliding it into me. The texture of his digit was rough and delicious, but not anything like what I really wanted. He'd already given me this part of him - I wanted more.
I wanted all of him.
I wasn't willing to wait for it.
I needed him inside me now.
I wrapped my hands around his ears and pulled.
I lifted his head up from me. He pulled his finger out of me and stared at me as I forced him back with my rough grip on his ears.
He moved with me, responding to my touch as I moved him backward, stepping down off of the small coffee table and over his kneeling position, his hand going to the ground behind him as his upper body leaned back.
I dropped down, sliding my wet slit along the length of his bare abs.
I let go of his ears and reached down in between us for his trousers.
He rumbled something as my hands fluttered over the hard mound, looking for the release.
I couldn't find a zipper or anything, so I grabbed the edge of them and began to yank them down.
He surged forward, pushing me back, so I slid down, my opening pressing against that fabric-blocked bulge as his own hands grabbed my wrists, pulling them behind my back to hold them with one hand.
I looked up at his face, and he sang something at me.
He was stopping me.
I didn't want to be stopped.
He wanted me. I wanted him.
I didn't know the reason for his hesitation, and I didn't care.
He could physically stop me with no effort.
If he really didn't want me, there was nothing I could do about it, but this alien had already put his mouth on me.
He had killed for me. His trousers were straining with the effort of keeping him contained.
I knew I should be gentle, I should be respectful, I should wait.
Or maybe I could run away crying as Arnina did.
That wasn't me.
I was the kind of woman who had no issue with taking what I wanted from those who were willing to give it to me. Whether it was money or pleasure - if it was mine for the taking, it was mine.
The thing is, I didn’t want to just yank his pants down and impale myself.
I wanted him to want me past his hesitation. I wanted to wait for him to be ready, yet still push forward for what I wanted.
How was I going to do that?
I rubbed myself against his bulge, frustrated by the fabric I couldn't get out of the way. He was holding my wrists behind me, but he wasn't pulling me off of him.
How could I convince him to take me?
I leaned my face forward and pressed my lips against the soft space where his bare skin emerged from his soft fur. I pressed my teeth against his neck. He shuddered, his grip on my wrists loosening as I nibbled gently, working my way down the sinew along his neck with small bites.
He moaned.
I grinned against his skin as he lifted his chin, exposing more of his throat to me.
I moved my mouth lower to where his neck met the muscles of his shoulders, and I bit harder, at the same time trying to pull my wrists free from his grip. He didn't let go. I let out a small growl of my own against his neck.
Then I bit harder.
I yanked my hands free from his grip. He didn't try to recapture them. Instead, his palms pressed against my back.
I reached in between us again.
I grabbed the edge of his trousers and pushed down.
His hand moved to join mine, and something released, the fabric suddenly moving easier, sliding out of the way.
His hot, hard length jutted up, pressing against me, the thick head against my opening.
Tentacles wrapped around both my thighs, tightening.
They pulled me down.
I released my hold on his neck with an involuntary gasp as the head of him spread me open. His hands ran up and down my back. A tentacle slithered up in between us against the front of me, parting my lower lips.
Zale lifted me up, carrying me, placing me down.
My back was now against the soft cushions of a couch, and he was over me, covering me.
He slid into me slowly, excruciatingly.
Every nerve ending in my body cried out with release, with years of pent-up slumber releasing in a glorious awakening. He pulled out, but not all the way. The tentacles gripping my thighs held us together.
I wanted all of him.
I wanted this.
He slid into me again, and my whole body rocked with the motion. Pleasure crested higher, finding a new height. There was more, I wanted more - I needed…
He began to move, really move, in and out, finding a rhythm that bordered on madness, and I clutched at him, my fingernails digging into the fur covering his back, my hips rocking with the penetration of his bare skin against mine. He was mine.
I was never going to let him go.
My back slid along the couch, accompanied by the wet slap of his sack against my bare skin. One of his mating tentacles slithered up between us, between my folds, curling around my clit and vibrating.
My peak hit me like a hammer through an ice sculpture, shattering me into pieces as I clung to him, clutching him, squeezing him as I took him in, digging my heels against the back of his calves, and then there was something else, something more, pushing into me, opening me wider than I knew I could go, carrying me on the pounding waves of release.
He began grunting, thrusting deep.
Warmth filled me, flooding into me as he pushed into me as far as he could go.
I held him as he slumped down over me, twitching inside of me as he supported himself with his forearms. Then he lifted his head and reached up to brush some of my still-wet hair away from his face.
He murmured something.
Then he kissed me again.