Chapter 13 #2
An agile body landed on top of him. He smelled the familiar scent of her mixed with damp skin. She pinned him with her legs, her knees digging into his ribs. Her hands slammed his wrists above his head.
“You don’t shove me out of your cabin in some misguided idea of taking care of me.”
He stared up at her beautiful face. “Nera—”
She shoved at his hands, pushing him deeper into the bed. “I say when I fuck, not you.”
“You fell into a bloody pit of zombies. I thought I’d let you recover from that.”
“Oh, I plan to recover.” She shifted against him.
He noticed her hair was still damp from her shower and slicked back against her head. And she was wearing a simple T-shirt. His gaze narrowed. One of his T-shirts. One that had gone missing months ago. Her strong body slid against his, and in a flash he realized she was bare under the shirt.
She leaned down and nipped his jaw. “I plan to recover by riding us both into oblivion.”
His cock swelled. “Nera.”
She pushed his wrists into the bed again. “Leave these here, understand?”
He wanted to touch her, but he saw something in her eyes…he nodded.
“I have a Naamah,” she said.
The implant protected against pregnancy and disease. “I do, too.”
She released him and reached down. She snatched his towel away and made a humming noise in her throat. “Finally.”
Nik closed his eyes and made a choking noise. She was going to kill him.
She circled his cock and started stroking it. “I want you to know what to expect. I’m going to slide down on your cock, fill myself with you, then I’m going to ride you hard.”
His hips jerked toward her.
“You like the sound of that?” She leaned down and nipped at his mouth, tugging his bottom lip between her teeth. “You’ll keep your hands where they are.”
“I want to touch you. I will touch you.”
“Not right now. Right now, I’m going to touch you. Take you.”
He saw her shallow, fast breaths, felt the tremble of tension in her body. She was enjoying herself. She undulated her hips, and he felt the wetness of her on his hipbone. He groaned.
“Don’t move,” she warned and scooted back until she sat on his thighs.
Then, before he realized what she had in mind, she leaned down and sucked his cock into her mouth.
Damn. He tried to stay still. Her mouth was so hot and she was sucking him so tightly. She didn’t start gently, no, not Nera. She swallowed him down and worked him hard. She pulled back, swirled her tongue around the head of him, teasing the underside, before sucking him back in.
“Nera…I want…” He could barely string words together. “I want to be inside you.”
She raised her head, licked her lips. “I’d like to feel you spill down my throat. But I want you inside me, too.”
His cock twitched in her hands, and she smiled. She let go of him to pull the T-shirt over her head. Then she was rising above him.
His lungs constricted. It was the first time he’d really seen her naked.
She was all slim, muscled limbs, a small waist, and the gentle flare of hips.
So damned beautiful. Her breasts were high and firm, her nipples pink against her smooth skin.
She lifted her hips, and used one hand to position him between her thighs. Then, watching him, she sank down.
“God.” He threw his head back deeper into the pillow, but he never looked away from her nebula eyes. Her lips parted as she took him inside her. She was tight and hot, and it took her a little while to work him all the way inside.
“You fill me up, Niklas.” She pressed her palms to his chest, her nails biting into his skin. Their gazes stayed locked. Then she started to move.
Sliding up and down, she was graceful at first. She looked like some pagan priestess, taking a faithful worshipper on a sensual journey.
But beneath that sense of reverence, he felt wild desire ignite—hot and scorching. It was pure need, nothing divine about it. She started moving faster, slamming down on him harder. Her teeth sank into her bottom lip.
“That’s it,” he groaned. “Ride me.”
“I always knew it would be like this.”
“Like what?” he asked.
Her eyes opened. “Perfect.”
With a growl, he lifted his hips up, meeting her downward stroke. He sank into her as deep as he could go, and she moaned.
He felt his release growing, circling at the base of his spine. But he wanted to watch her come first. “Come for me, Nera.” He felt the fine tremors in her body, knew she was close.
She shook her head. “Can’t. I just want to watch you come.”
He frowned. No way in hell. He wanted to see her pleasure first. “You will come.”
Her eyes flashed. “You aren’t in charge of me, Niklas.”
“Maybe not. But I am the man who’s in charge of your pleasure.” He moved one arm down. “I’m going to touch you.”
She stared at his hand, her hips still rising and falling. She didn’t say a thing.
He took that for assent. He cupped her breast and flicked at the nipple with his thumb. She made a small sound.
Later, he promised that he was going to suck those pretty nipples into his mouth and explore every inch of her skin with his tongue.
But for now, he traced a path down her middle, touching her belly button, and admiring the sleek muscles of her flat stomach. “All this lean, attractive strength.” Then he dipped lower. Her movements slowed, her body tensing a little.
Softly, he touched her between her thighs. He moved lower until he felt where they were joined, then he slid his fingers up and found the hard nub of her clit. “Keep riding, Nera.”
She rose and fell again, and the movement made his fingers rub against her.