13. Jane
Chapter Thirteen
JANE
I’m made of sensation. I feel Asher’s release filling me as my own pleasure scatters like sparks through my entire body. All I know is an intense piercing pleasure so sharp it’s on the edge of pain as my orgasm rocks me to my very core.
I savor his muscled weight above me, his thick length filling me and stretching me as he rocks back and sinks inside once more. I feel another burst of heat inside me.
He collapses over me and quickly shifts to roll us so that I’m splayed half over him. I’m utterly sated. His skin is warm. I let my fingertips trace over his chest, only now realizing that the surface is slightly scaled. It’s just a shimmer, almost a trick of light.
I could stay here forever and don’t ever want to leave. I rise up, wanting to look into his eyes. His gaze is heavy-lidded when his eyes meet mine. The blue is so deep that I almost feel it. I experience another shock, this one straight to my heart. I’m starting to understand what he meant when he said we were joined and what he meant about infinity pulse. Because this feeling is so intense, so powerful.
“I want to stay here forever,” I say. I lift a hand to trace my fingertips along his collarbone.
“We could,” he teases, his smile warm.
I feel his palm slide down my spine and over the curve of my bottom. He gives me a little squeeze. He’s still inside me, and I feel him swell slightly.
“I’m sure we have things to do,” I tease in return.
“We do.” His fingertips move in a slow circle, tracing lazy paths on my bottom. “But we actually have a week to ourselves.”
“Your mother mentioned that.”
“We have one goal. I want you pregnant by the end of this week. That’s why protocol dictates we stay here for the week. I understand on Earth your people once called it a honeymoon. We call it the week of pleasure. There is plenty of that, but there is an actual goal.”
I feel heat rise into my cheeks. “Oh, well, I guess we’ll be busy then. How will we get food and things?”
“The kitchen’s already stocked for the week. Those serving us and guarding the home will continue with deliveries. No one will come inside the home. We won’t need this much security long-term, but there’s some concern until you’re pregnant.”
“What if I can’t get pregnant?” I ask, a sense of worry sliding through me.
“The fertility for human women from Earth multiplies on our planet. You will get pregnant,” he says as if stating a fact.
“You sound very confident,” I say, a little surprised at this information.
“There has literally never been a human woman from Earth who didn’t get pregnant within a month of arrival here after she’s mated,” Asher said, his tone calm.
He rocks his hips into mine, and I feel him swell inside me again. I’m a little startled to discover that I already feel arousal building within my body. My channel clenches around him, and his eyes hold mine as he rocks. He’s fully aroused inside me now, his thickness stretching me.
“Oh!” A moan escapes.
His hands slide to grip my hips, and he rocks into me again. His cock is thick and long, and I love how he feels inside me. “Sit up and ride me,” he tells me.
I can’t believe the way I am with Asher. I feel no restraint. Our intimacy is pure. I don’t hesitate. I straighten and straddle him.
His hands curve over my sides and grip my hips. “Watch,” he says.
I look down, watching his thick length glistening from my arousal mingled with his cum. He fills me again and again as we watch together. It’s filthy, and all I want is for him to fill me with his seed and make me plump with his baby.
My swollen clit pushes out. He adjusts his angle so that each time he sinks into me, there’s a little friction right over my clit. I’m already chasing my release.
He says, “Come for me, sweetheart.”
His thumbs press right where we’re joined, and I cry out with my release, the sensation piercing and sharp. I feel him pumping into me slow and deep, his hot release filling me.
This time, I collapse on him. He holds me close, pressing tender kisses to my cheeks, his palm sliding down my back in a soothing caress.
When I finally manage to lift my head again, his gaze is waiting for me. “Princess.” His palm cups my cheek, and his thumb traces my bottom lip.