Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 79637 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 319(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79637 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 319(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
“D’see. My mate.” He thrusts into me again, and I bite back the squeal that wants to escape my throat, because it’s like an absolute spear of sensation each time he drives into me. The last time we had sex it was nothing like this. Now, as he moves faster, pumping into me, it’s making me crazy. He’s driving into me with impossible speed, and I can’t imagine moving my hips like that…but it feels incredible. I whimper again as he pounds into me, and it’s making a warm sensation curl deep in my belly. It’s not like an orgasm from my clit, which hits with lightning speed—this one is deeper and far more intense.
I moan as it keeps building, digging into his muscles. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop, O’jek.”
“Say it again,” he commands me as he drives deep. “Say my name again.”
“O’jek,” I choke out. “O’jek. Please. Feels so good.”
He groans and drives into me harder. An orgasm bursts through my system, the constant hammer of his spur against my clit making me wild. To my surprise, it sets off a second orgasm low in my belly, and my entire body clenches around his cock, limbs locking in place. I cry out as the sensations blast through me, and it feels as if my pussy is squeezing tight around him. O’jek hisses out my name and then he’s coming, his movements erratic as he plows into me. Liquid heat spills through my insides, and I moan, clenching again as he collapses atop me.
I feel wrecked.
The best kind of wrecked. Everything inside me is twitching with release, my limbs feel as if they’ve lost all their bones, and his spur is still pressing against my clit. Just the slightest movement and I know it’ll send me spiraling through another orgasm. More than that, I love the heavy feel of O’jek atop me, his body pushing against mine. It’s like he’s determined to swallow me up with his larger form and I adore how protected and small it makes me feel.
He rolls off of me when he catches his breath and I whimper a protest, reaching for him. A moment later, his hand is back between my thighs and his mouth is on mine. He kisses me, hard and frantic, even as his fingers glide through the slippery mess of my body. “Mine,” he murmurs between kisses, and it feels as if he’s pushing the seeping release back inside me. “My mate.”
“All yours,” I agree, squeezing my thighs around his hand. “That was…really good practice.”
O’jek grunts. After a moment, he slides another finger into my pussy. “Are you sore here?”
I shake my head. “It didn’t hurt.”
“Even without the lotion?”
“Even without.” I skim my fingers over one hard pectoral, fascinated at his gorgeous body. I can’t believe I wasted three years not touching him when I could have been doing this the entire time. “Though maybe next time we find my G-spot. That might be fun. Not that I think we needed it. That was…pretty intense.”
He kisses me again and then lifts his hand from between my thighs and stares at his fingers. I glance over and they’re sticky and slick with our mingled release, and the sight of it makes me want to blush. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” O’jek eyes his hand thoughtfully for a moment longer and then puts it on my hip, wet fingers and all, and drags me closer. “I like looking at us.”
That makes me blush. Even though I’ve watched Johani and Vuurash in their couplings hundreds of times, I still find myself shy about certain aspects of my couplings with O’jek, and fluids is one of them. “I guess I’m glad that Rukh and Rukhar didn’t stick around. We get to play around in the caves as much as we want. You think we’ll stay for a few days and then go back to join the others?” I glide my fingers down his belly. His cock looks wet and still half hard, which is fascinating to me. “Or are we going back tomorrow?”
“Why do you ask? Are you eager to return?”
I chuckle. “Well, I have to admit I’m pretty eager to talk to Veronica and tell her our plans.”
O’jek grunts, squeezing my flank again. After a long moment, he says, “We are not ready to talk to the healer yet.”
Frowning, I pull back and look at him. “You think we need more practice with sex? Because I’m pretty sure we can do this without making fools of ourselves in front of her.”
The look he gives me is firm and unyielding. “I said I would do this with you if you learned to hunt and take care of yourself.”
“Right?” I don’t see a problem here. “I’ve been learning. You were teaching me.”
“I have shown you almost nothing,” he corrects. “It will take many turns of the moon before I am satisfied you are ready. Then, we shall talk to the healer.”