Chapter 37 #2
She reached for him greedily. His smooth flesh exuded heat under her fingertips. She guided her hands up his ribs like he’d done to her, over his chest, thumbing his nipples lightly. Carved muscles and ridges undulated beneath her palms, everything perfectly honed.
“More,” she demanded when she’d trailed her fingers back down and they settled on the bulky material hanging off his hips.
He straightened, then leaned backward, standing to push the flight-suit down his legs.
It dropped to the deck with a quiet thwap.
His pants came next, revealing thick thighs and an erect cock.
She’d already seen him naked, but not with these feelings pulsing inside her.
A rush of heat pooled between her legs. She licked her lips.
Then she was shucking off the bottoms of her medical garb, and kicking them off the bed. Up on her elbows, she lay bare before him, heated by the need in his eyes.
She reached forward, wanting him closer. One of his knees wedged between hers. The bulge of his shoulders burned beneath her palms. She urged him on top of her, needing his weight.
His chest pressed against her breasts. An incredible sensation swept through her at feeling his skin against hers.
It stole her breath. Her hands roved everywhere, over the muscles flexing in his back, the hills and valleys.
His lips took hers, wet and demanding. Her head thrummed while her heart raced.
Reaching between them, she grabbed his cock. Hot, pulsing, thick. It jerked in her hand. Saliva rushed into her mouth, and all she wanted to do was find out what he tasted like.
But he shifted his weight downward, and his cock slipped from her grip.
“I want to learn all of you.” His mouth brushed the skin above her breasts, ghosted over her nipples, then the flesh beneath.
Each touch sent her higher, every inch of her buzzing and burning. He was so gentle, so sweet, and her mind spiraled—the opposite of panic. Desire drenched her, her head swirling with it. Her fingernails scratched into his shoulders.
His lips traveled over her belly button, and his fingers brushed the dip in her waist. Warm breath whispered against the curls of her mound, then lower.
“You’re driving me out of my mind,” she moaned when his nose nuzzled the lips of her sex.
“I have had the same thought.” His words vibrated against her skin. Then he licked her.
Flares shot off in her head. She gripped his scalp, keeping him in place.
His fingers dug into the flesh of her thighs. She loved that, those pinpoints of pain that added to the sensual, even when he spread her pussy wider, opening her more to his onslaught. It was an invasion and homage all at once. She closed her eyes, marveling at every burst of pleasure he gave her.
“How do you know how to do this?” she panted between gulping breaths. He seemed far too experienced for this to be his first time pleasuring a woman.
He pulled away from her to say, “I have experienced the pleasure of others.”
She tipped her chin to meet his gaze. “Wait. What?” Her fingers flexed against his scalp. “What do you mean?”
“I have seen many Calypsons give and receive pleasure within Sector Ten.”
She pushed up on her elbows. “Like, out in the open?” She licked her dry lips. “Or, were you invited to watch?” She couldn’t wrap her mind around it. CORE citizens might be free with their bodies in a transactional way, but they didn’t invite spectators—that she knew of.
“In passing.” Then he dove back between her legs, and her mind emptied of questions.
She stayed that way, watching him consume her like a man starved. He lapped her up with long lashes of his tongue, then short strokes to her clit. Repeatedly, he passed that place that shot sparks in her head, then retreated.
Each stroke drove her higher until a flaming tingle erupted over her entire body. With more suction to her clit, then a furious pressure, she shattered with release. Stars exploded behind her eyelids. She couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe, as wave after wave of euphoria swept through her.
Her fingernails dug into his scalp as she shuddered. His groan reverberated through her pussy, adding to her pleasure.
She had made herself come before, but it had never felt like this—like she’d been taken apart and put back together again.
Second by second, she slowly returned to her body and loosened her hold on Iax’s head.
He hadn’t stopped licking her, his tongue lapping through her folds, and circling her entrance like he couldn’t get enough.
But every so often he would pass close to her clit again and make her jerk. She finally tugged on his scalp.
He lifted his head, his chin and lips glistening. Her heart rate had been slowing, but now it picked up again. Satisfaction and something more shone in his eyes. Goosebumps broke across her skin from the expression, and the dull ache inside her throbbed harder than ever.
She lifted off the bed and took hold of his shoulders. “More,” she insisted, tugging him closer.
He crawled up her body slowly. Her heart raced, and she met him halfway, her lips connecting with his. She kissed him with everything she had inside her, tasting herself on his lips. His bare chest brushed against her nipples; his cock nudged between her thighs. She gasped into his mouth.
Every part of her felt like a pulsing nerve, sensitive and needy.
She thrust her hips upward, wanting more connection.
It wasn’t enough. Pushing against his shoulder with one hand, she rolled on top of him, and he allowed it.
Her thighs spread over his as she flattened herself on top of him.
She gasped a breath, the lewd position making her feel more exposed than ever.
She liked this view of Iax, willing and wanting beneath her.
Her fingernails dug into his shoulders as she lowered herself.
A growling sound emerged from his chest. The wet gush of her pussy spread over his hard length, cradling him.
Settled fully, she thrust her hips, riding him without taking him inside her.
The movement grazed her overstimulated clit, making her twitch and jerk.
Iax’s lips parted as he watched her face, rapt, while thrusting in time with the flex of her hips. His fingers gripped her ass, guiding her forward and back.
The smooth glide of his thickness between her folds made her ache more. She grabbed hold of his hands, then leaned forward to trap them beside his head. With his face so close to hers, she kissed him, an open-mouthed sloppy thing full of tongue and teeth.
“Need you inside me. Now,” she demanded against his lips.
He nodded, the action infused with a frantic need that mirrored her own. “I need that too,” he groaned, surging upward.
She bit his shoulder. His skin tasted like salt and something else both familiar and foreign, something she couldn’t name.
“I want you to come inside me.” She pulled away to stare into his glinting eyes. “It’s safe.” Like all CORE officers working in remote outposts or war-torn sections of the system, she had the implant that made conceiving a child impossible.
The rest of her thoughts scattered when his thickness probed her entrance. She reached down between them, guided him to the right angle, then groaned as he sank inside her that first inch.
So good. It was so damn good, her mind glitched.