Chapter 48
Perfect Fit
That heady, saccharine glow of shared breath and pounding hearts engulfed his senses.
His hands searched down her hips to grab greedy handfuls of her ass and thighs, pulling her against him.
All of his throbbing need was pressed between their bodies, barely held back by his pants and her flight suit.
And, God, the way she writhed against him with each hungry kiss, he swore he could feel the cleft of her cunt even through all those layers of fabric.
He was on the cusp of dragging her to the floor of the cockpit right then and there.
He could scarcely breathe with how savagely she was claiming his tongue with hers, but he needed so much more.
“Too much?” she asked in a husky, breathy tone as she broke away from their kiss.
“No, God, no. I want the much, I will take all of the much.”
He sank his lips against her neck and dragged kisses down, sliding along the beautiful crests of gills and scales. Following right to where her pulse was racing. Her noises of soft, surprised pleasure seared into his mind. He needed to hear more of that. Much, much more.
His trail of nibbles was rudely interrupted as she pulled back.
But then he saw her claws unclipping the series of fasteners at the top of her suit, and that frustration melted into lecherous gratitude.
His eyes locked on her hands as her zipper slowly parted to expose the soft expanse of her stomach, the ample spread of her hips, the V-shaped delve that led to paradise.
“Belt, off,” she growled, beckoning to him with a clawed finger.
Maybe it was a suggestion, not a command. But that didn’t matter. She could tell him to walk into fire, and he might damn well do it if she did so naked and bossy like this.
He backed up to the pilot’s chair and sat back, unclipping his belt. She wasted no time, moving the armrests out of the way and tugging his pants down to his knees with one snarled yank. She swung one leg over his lap in a graceful arc, pressing into him and making him squirm.
But she didn’t sink down and bury him right where he needed to be. She kept his cock pressed between his stomach and her wet, warm perfection, grinding along the underside of every aching inch.
“Please, Fia,” he moaned in delicious agony.
She moved her hips just a fraction, sliding up and down so he could feel the spread of her sex, leaving a trail of heat and slickness all along his cock. His eyes rolled back, and he clutched at her thighs, bucking slightly and feeling another bead of his own desperation gush from his tip.
“Careful, Davik. What if someone hears?” she whispered against his neck.
His eyes caught her movement just in time to watch her hand slide down her body.
With a gentle touch of the pad of her thumb, she explored the sinful mess gathering between them, the combination of his precum and her verilla-laced wetness that he could already feel seeping into his nerves from their kiss.
She continued to rock her hips against him, agonizing and slow, as she brought her slick fingers towards his lips.
It was bliss, intoxicating and heady. His hands slid down to her thighs to feel the powerful muscles that were tensing with each movement she made.
He could feel her, hear her gasps, taste her heat, smell her need, see the pulsing lights that feathered out along her markings in time with her heartbeat. He was drowning in her, and he was rather certain that he never wanted to come up for air.
Her hips rose, and he couldn’t hold back the soft noise of need as he lamented the loss. But that lack of touch was replaced by a beautiful sight. She held her delicious cleft splayed with one hand, his cock bobbing just inches away.
“Tell me what you need,” she rumbled, arching her back as she spoke.
The movement let him, just barely, press against that warmth he wanted to delve into. He was so close to sinking into her that he could lift his hips and be buried to the hilt.
He fought back that impulse with an agonized moan and a plea.
“I need to fill you, please, I need to feel you, to fuck you, to take you, I want to—”
He moved his hands up, pulling her face down to his, kissing her deeply and mixing the taste of their need along both of their tongues. Even her saliva was tingling with a hint of that nerve-melting substance.
“I need you,” he groaned as she swayed her hips, letting him sink just one agonizing inch into her. “All of you, everything, please…!” he begged, his words a desperate whisper when she allowed him a moment between hungered kisses to breathe.
She pulled away from his lips and gripped his face with one hand as she slid her fingers along his tongue. He tasted her cunt again and nearly unraveled. For a second time, his world swam with the heady, greedy wave of pleasure and the sense-melting bliss of verilla.
“Show me,” she rumbled. “Show me exactly what you need.”
The swell of heat as he felt her hips meeting his was agony, ecstasy, and ruin. She sank him deep within her with one swift, smooth thrust that lasted two mind-bending heartbeats before she rose and sank again.
As she rode him, her fingers still pressed against his tongue in a possessive grip that turned all of his pleading into unintelligible noises of need.
The pace of her hips made him clutch the headrest behind him, drawing a string of muffled gasps and guttural moans that increased with every slick, delicious movement.
He met her movements with his own, bucking up into her and reveling in the sight of her own eyes closing as she sank into a carnal rhythm of rising and falling on his aching cock.
The glistening surface of her scales, the way every curve of skin and muscle along her stomach and hips caught the light, everything he could see and hear. Absolute fucking perfection.
His legs trembled as she shifted her position, finding an extra bit of leverage to drive him in even deeper. The liquid-smooth muscles of her pussy tensed around him. He was on the verge of breaking, and his muffled sounds of desperation caught her attention.
She pulled her fingers from his mouth, but didn’t give him a moment to make his plea. Her claws dragged up from his neck as she gripped his hair, forcing him to look up at her.
“Do not hold back. Give me everything, ilsuir’a…”
He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her shuddering body against his as he bucked, clinging to her as the swell of her own climax began to squeeze and engulf him.
His cock throbbed with the threat of release with every sinfully slick movement within her.
She was pulsing around him, her body coursing with a tingling flare of electricity as she met his pleasure with her own.
The whisper of restraint he had crumpled.
He gripped her hips with the last ounce of his strength, and he felt his cock pulse in time with his own breathy growls. And he filled her, every drop he had to offer, eagerly milked from him with her own shuddering waves of bliss.
They clutched each other, a tangled mess of limbs and heartbeats. Barely able to speak through their mutual breathless gasps for air.
“You know, I looked up what that word means, ‘ill-soo-rah’,” he finally murmured, and he felt her already-thundering heart flutter at the sound. “I love you too, Fi.”
She didn’t respond, just smiled and leaned into the touch, her own hands tracing wandering paths along his arms and torso as they stayed there, tangled and happy.
He wasn’t sure what tomorrow might bring, but he knew whatever it was, they would endure it together.
After a shower, ideally.