Chapter 28
CORA
Oh. My. God.
My plan worked so very well.
Yiri watched as I fumbled to pull up my panties, but when I tipped over, nearly face-planting on the stone terrace floor, he swooped in and steadied me. Helping me right my dress, he smirked down at me.
“Can you walk?”
I scowled. “Yes.”
I took a few unsteady steps forward, cursing the heels. With a snort, he grabbed me and tossed me over his shoulder. With an arm looped around my legs, his other hand landed firmly on my butt and squeezed.
“Your bedroom or mine, Aneah?” he asked.
“Mine, I guess,” I said, because that’s where all my stuff was.
But the realization that Yiri had a different bedroom was a shock to my system.
He left me to sleep alone last night. Did he plan to do that every night?
He’d better not. If I had to got to sleep looking like a horny June Cleaver every night just to keep him in my bed, I was going to divorce his ass.
Even if he did fuck like an absolute god.
Maybe we could be exes with benefits?
Or, he could just sleep with me like a good husband.
In my room, he dumped me on the bed and prowled over me, skimming his hands up my legs beneath my skirt.
“Do you want me to be a good mate and wait for your invitation, Aneah?” he asked, voice rough as he pushed the material higher, his eyes fixated on my thighs as they were bared.
“My invitation?”
“To mate with you,” he said, distracted as he reached the edge of my panties and pushed my thighs wide with his big hands. “It’s been the hardest thing I’ve ever done, but if that’s what you want from me--”
“Are you serious?” I bounced my head on the mattress in frustration. I thought we were past this. “Is that how it works here? Men can’t initiate sex?”
He looked up the length of my body and met my eyes. “It’s frowned upon.”
“That’s a lot of pressure to put on one person in a relationship,” I said, wrinkling my nose. “But is that what you want?”
“You want the truth?”
“Yes. Always.”
Yiri nodded, his mouth opening and his tongue darting across his lips as his fingers slid under the gusset of my panties and wrapped around the lacy material in a tight fist. “No,” he said, slowly pulling the panties down my legs by the crotch.
The muscles in his hand and forearm bunched with tension as he watched their descent.
“I don’t want to ask. I want to take you wherever and whenever I want.
Anytime I scent your sweet nectar, I want to know it’s mine to taste.
But if you want me to wait, or to ask, I will. ”
“No,” I shook my head. “If I don’t want it, I’ll tell you. And you’ll listen?”
“Of course,” he said, pausing to give me a serious look. “I’ll never take what you don’t want to give.”
I nodded. I trusted him. It was probably crazy, but I did. I moved myself and my cat to a whole new galaxy to be with him, so it was all or nothing, right?
“Then don’t wait,” I said. “I’m pretty much always hot for you.”
“Oh, I know, little wife,” he said, shucking his pants and then his shirt. “The next time you grind on me in your sleep, you’re going to wake up impaled on my cock.”
I pulled my knees up, spreading them wide in invitation. “Yes, Yiri, please,” I moaned. “Fuck me all the time. I’ve never been this horny for anyone.”
He entered me with a swift thrust, grabbing my bent legs and using them to pull me closer.
“Because you’re mine,” he said, bringing one hand to the neckline of the sundress and tugging it down until my breasts bounced out with his rough rhythm.
He batted one bouncing tit and then the other with his hand, watching them jiggle.
He grunted and pistoned his hips harder and deeper.
“I’m a bad male in this life,” he said, “but I must have been very good in the last one to deserve such a beautiful mate.”
“Oh, you were a saint, I’m sure,” I said dryly.
He gripped the front of the dress again, rubbing it between his fingers. “This is sellah silk,” he said. “You had it made today?”
“Yes.”
He grinned. “Just to torture me?”
I was speechless for a moment when he angled his hips, and I got my first good contact with his pierced ridge. It lined up perfectly with my clit, and Yiri knew exactly how to move to make it feel like the best sex toy I’d ever experienced. I bit my lip hard, moaning as he kept going.
“Y-yes. To… mmm. To get your attention,” I said.
“Are you pleased with the results?” he asked.
“Very pleased,” I said, lifting up on my elbows to better see what was happening where we were joined.
“Me, too,” he said. “You’re the sexiest little pinup girl I’ve ever seen.”
I flushed deliciously warm under his praise.
“So you like it?” I asked, my tone teasing.
“Makes me want to fuck you senseless,” he growled. “Fuck you full of my cum until your belly is round with my child under this this skirt.”
“I’m on birth control,” I said. We should probably have talked about that before now, but getting him to fuck me at all had consumed all my thoughts.
Yiri just pounded into me harder, his ridge stimulating my clit until my legs began to shake.
“I’ll be happy to learn every inch of your body until it wears off, Aneah,” he said through gritted teeth. “I stopped mine before you arrived.”
Oh. I had to put those thoughts aside. Right then, I couldn’t be trusted to think rationally. I was so close to orgasm, I would have agreed to let him knock me up then and there if it meant reaching that peak and tumbling down the other side.
“Yiri, I’m… I’m going to….” I tried to swallow, my mouth dry and my whole body burning with the oncoming wave of pleasure.
“That’s right,” he said, snarling through his teeth as his hips began to move with choppier, rougher need.
“Let me feel you fall apart, little mate.” His piercings scrapped over my clit again and again, drawing sharp cries and screams of pleasure from me as his thick cock hit deep inside me with every one of his thrusts.
With a flash of intense heat that I felt everywhere, from the top of my head to the tips of my toes, I came harder than I’d ever imagined possible.
Yiri swore, his voice a deep, broken rumble as he came inside me and kept going for several thrusts more, drawing out our mutual climax until I thought it might kill me.
When he finally slowed and then stilled, I reached weakly up for his face, wishing it was down on the bed with mine. “Oh my god, Daddy. That was incredible.”
Yiri groaned, his cock straining inside me one more time, and I felt another burst of heat.
“Didn’t know that was a kink for me until today,” he laughed as he let himself drop over me, careful to support enough of his weight that he didn’t crush me.
I twined my legs with his, enjoying the feeling of his cock slowly softening inside me. “Me either,” I said. “But I guess a lot of Earth women have daddy issues.”
“Mmmm.” His deep hum vibrated through my neck and shoulder where he rested against me.
“My translator has a lot to say about daddy issues.” He nuzzled his mouth close to my ear.
“The only daddy issue your going to have now is trying to keep me out of your sweet cunt every hour of the day and night.”
“Why would I try to do that?” I asked. “I promised to be good. Doesn’t that mean letting you have what you want?”
Yiri palmed my cheek and brought his mouth to hover over mine. “No, Aneah,” he rumbled. “It means letting me give you what you want.” And then he kissed me pretty much senseless.
A girl could get used to this.