Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 77764 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77764 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
“Fuck,” I breathe, bracing my hands against his stomach. “I’rec…”
“Tell me I can lick you again,” he demands. “Let me lick you like you licked me.”
“I-I…” I want it, more than anything. God, who wouldn’t want a man to ravenously eat her out? But I’m also aware that it’s not me he truly wants. That it’s Tia. If I get addicted to our bed play, it’s going to hurt even more when he throws me over.
“F’lordeliza,” he murmurs. “My beautiful mate.”
Oh. I’ve never heard him say my full name like that. It’s such a mouthful that most of the aliens don’t even bother. But hearing it makes me feel seen. So damn seen. Like he wanted to learn it just because it’s mine. I whimper and lower my hips over his waiting mouth.
With a hungry sound, he’s on my pussy again, licking me like a starving man. His tongue strokes over my sensitive clit and up to my core, and then he’s tonguing me hard, lapping at me with ticklish, arousing strokes even as I rock against him. I’ve never sat on anyone’s face before. It feels incredibly intimate and yet so damn good that I can’t even stop to think if he likes this or not. Shit, I can tell he likes it just by the satisfied sounds he’s making, the way he rubs his mouth over my flesh as if he’s never had such a good time. I suck in a breath when he tongues me deep—fucking ridges on his tongue, too—and I stare at his cock, so erect and needy that it’s weeping a strand of pre-cum onto his belly.
He drives his tongue into me again and as I work my hips over him, trying to get myself off, he rubs a hand on the inside of my thigh. In the next moment, that hand is between my legs, on my clit as he works his tongue into me again, and I cry out, collapsing against his chest as I rock harder against him, so close to coming. “Don’t stop!”
I’rec, bless that delicious, surly alien, never stops fingering me. He just keeps rubbing in the same pattern, his tongue eagerly diving between my thighs, pushing deep inside of me, and I choke as I come so hard that I see stars. Even after I come, my legs clamping around him and my body collapsing over him, he continues to tongue me and work my clit, until I’m bouncing on his face again, another orgasm rocketing through my system.
This time when I come, I squirt, and I’m a little horrified at the realization. But he only makes a pleased sound and continues to lick my folds, enjoying all of this, and god, this is not fair, not fair, not fair.
I want him for myself. I don’t want Tia getting anywhere near him. I whimper miserably at the thought.
Immediately, I’rec stops, pressing his mouth to the inside of my thigh. “What is it?” he asks. “Is it too much? Should I stop?”
My heart hurts all over again, because he’s checking in with me to make sure I’m still having fun. Man, sukob is a bitch. “Want you…inside me…” I pant. “Now please.”
He gives my pussy one last kiss—as if reluctant to leave it behind—and then releases me, his hands skimming down my thighs in an almost reverent fashion as I climb off of him. I immediately turn and get back on my hands and knees again, rocking my pussy against his dripping shaft. “Can I ride you?”
I’rec’s eyes gleam with delight, his mouth wet and flushed from his ministrations. “I am yours,” he tells me.
For tonight, I think, and then I push all the heartache aside, because I’m seating myself atop him and it feels so good that it drowns out thought of anything else.
I’ll worry about the future tomorrow.
Chapter
Thirteen
FLOR
I wake up the next morning with I’rec pressing kisses to my shoulder, his hand slipping between my thighs to tease my clit. “Do you feel it, F’lor?”
“Mm?” I blink awake, not feeling anything but I’rec’s erection against my backside.
“Resonance,” he murmurs, his teeth nipping at my ear as he rubs a tender circle around my clit. “We have stopped singing.”
That wakes me up immediately. I put a hand to my chest, expecting to feel the insistent thrum of the song there, the song that practically makes my tits feel as if they’re vibrating, but it’s silent and still. No, not entirely silent, I realize. There’s a low purr there, like it’s been sated.
And then I gasp because I’rec is rubbing the side of my clit with his finger and making me arch against him with need, and there’s no point. I’m pregnant now. He doesn’t need me in his bed. “W-wait.”
He pauses. “F’lor?”
I push his hands away, sitting up and scooting out of his grasp. “We’re not resonating anymore. You know what that means.”