Chapter 18 #3
“Like that,” she gasped. “Like that, yes.”
Despite her pleas, he took his time. He had waited a year.
He could wait a little longer to make certain she was ready for what would come next.
He used his mouth to bring her to the edge, then very slowly, pressed one finger inside her, watching her face for any hint of discomfort, but found only pleasure.
“You’re very tight, little one,” he groaned. “I will go slowly.”
“Not too slowly.”
He smiled, but he didn’t rush. He took his time, adding a second finger and then a third, stretching her carefully, and building her pleasure until she was gasping and moving beneath him.
“I need you,” she whispered.
He moved over her, careful not to crush her with his weight, and she stared up at him.
She was even more beautiful like this, flushed and dazed with pleasure, her grey eyes almost black with desire.
Her gaze dropped to his waist and her eyes widened slightly.
He followed her gaze down to where his kotra had fully emerged, thick and glistening in the dim light.
She reached out and ran one small hand down the hard length. He hissed in a breath.
“This is the first time I’ve actually seen it,” she said, her voice husky.
He covered her hand with his own, guiding her grip. “Because I needed to be certain that you wanted this, and that it would please you.”
She gave him an exasperated look. “You are the most patient male in the galaxy.”
“Quite possibly,” he said, unable to resist thrusting into her small hand.
“And I appreciate it. I really do. But right now, I need you to be less patient.”
He groaned.
“Little one—”
“I need you, Njkall,” she whispered. “Don’t make me tell you again.”
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
She made an impatient sound, hooking her leg over his hip and pulling him closer. The head of his kotra pressed against her entrance, and her breath caught.
“Are you certain, little one?”
“Yes,” she said immediately. “I want this. I want you.”
Very carefully, he began to press into her.
Despite his efforts she was still small and tight and he pressed forward with exquisite slowness, letting her adjust to him.
Her tight channel gripped him as she accepted the first part of him, and his muscles clenched with the effort of holding back. He’d never felt anything more perfect.
Then her eyes widened, and he stopped immediately.
“Am I hurting you?”
“No,” she said breathlessly. “You’re just... a lot.”
He smiled, despite the strain of holding himself still. “I know.”
“But I like feeling you inside me.”
“Thank the gods.”
She laughed and tightened her legs around his hips.
“Don’t stop.”
“I wasn’t planning to.” He kissed her softly. “Not unless you tell me to.”
“I won’t.”
He kissed her again and continued the slow careful advance. Her body gripped him in a way that made it impossible to think about anything except how perfect she felt and how much he wanted to be fully inside her, but he forced himself to maintain his careful pace.
When he finally reached the end of what she could accept, he rested there, just breathing. He could feel her pulse in the place where they joined, her slick heat wrapped tightly around him.
Despite the need to move clawing at him, he’d never been more content in his life.
Then she moved.
It was only a small shift of her hips, but the urgency pulsing through his veins overwhelmed him.
He caught her mouth with his and began to move, finding a rhythm that made her cry out again and again.
Her body tightened around him with every thrust, her fingernails digging into his shoulders, and when she broke apart beneath him, he followed her.
The world went white with pleasure and sensation but he retained just enough control to pull out before the ring at the base of his kotra expanded, holding himself above her until the final shudder passed through him.
Then he collapsed to one side, bringing her with him, and she settled against his chest with a contented sigh.
A few minutes later, she lifted her head and looked at him. Her eyes were bright, her cheeks flushed, and a satisfied smile played around her mouth. He thought she had never looked more beautiful.
“I’m glad you stopped being patient.”
“I didn’t hurt you?” he asked.
“Not even a little bit.”
“Good.”
She gave an experimental wiggle, then added, “But I might be sore tomorrow.”
He ran his hand gently down her back.
“I’ll be here to make it better.”
“I’m counting on it.”
She nestled back into his arms, her body relaxed in a way it had never been before, and he realized he was smiling like an idiot.
He didn’t care.
“Stay with me,” he whispered.
“I will.”
He waited for more, but she didn’t add anything. He wanted her to say that she wanted to stay every night, but he refused to ask for what wasn’t offered.
“Sleep well, little one.”
She yawned and snuggled closer. “You too.”
He lay awake long after her breathing went slow and even, staring at the ceiling and praying that every night would end with her beside him.