Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 97459 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 487(@200wpm)___ 390(@250wpm)___ 325(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97459 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 487(@200wpm)___ 390(@250wpm)___ 325(@300wpm)
“I know,” I whimper. “I noticed.”
“We must have—I was not awake—“ He tries to shift again, and when my eyes flutter shut, he goes still. “You—”
“I know. I think it just happened when we slept. I’m not blaming you.” God, I’m not blaming him in the slightest. I’m debating whether or not I want to keep going. Because I am so incredibly turned on right now. I know this isn’t me. I know I’m not the type to just jump a man and ride him to an orgasm, and yet I’m trying to think of a reason right now why I shouldn’t, and I can’t come up with a single one.
If he likes it, and I like it, what’s the harm?
I sit up slowly atop him, and the fur cover that was on my back pools around our thighs. R’jaal’s eyes are a fiery, glowing blue, scorching hot as he watches me sit up. Of course, my movements make that particularly sensitive part of my body rub against his, and I should climb off of him.
I don’t, though.
I bite my lip and place a hand on his chest to balance myself, opening my eyes to gaze down at him again. “You’re very hard.”
“Yes.” R’jaal sounds as breathless as I feel. He can’t seem to take his eyes off of me. “Apologies.”
“Don’t apologize. It’s natural. Stuff like this happens.” I bite my lip again, a thousand questions flicking through my mind. Should I stop? Should I go on? Should I mount you like a stallion and use you? Does this make me a bad person? Instead, I remain where I am—and ask, “You’re not married, are you?”
The moment the question leaves my lips, I feel like a dumbass. I should be apologizing and climbing off of him like a sane woman, not asking if he’s unencumbered by a relationship. What the hell does that matter?
But R’jaal shakes his head slowly. “I have never taken a mate, not even for pleasure.”
“You…you’re a virgin?” God, why does that turn me on? I really am a perv.
He nods, his gaze locked on me.
“Do you…want me to get off of you?” I whisper the question like it’s the most important one in the universe.
“Never.”
I suck in a breath at that, because hearing it should not make me as horny as it does, but my god, I am so aroused. “This feels wrong.”
“No.” The look R’jaal gives me is intense. “I told you that I was yours. If you wish to use me, use me. Take what you need.”
That makes me whimper. This is definitely something out of my sexy fanfic fantasies—that a big, strong, gorgeous alien would be attracted to someone like me. That he’d look at me with such hunger in his gaze. That he’d rock an enormous dick against my aching pussy and tell me to take what I need.
Dear lord. Maybe it makes me the biggest hussy in the universe, but I don’t want to say no. I don’t care that he’s a stranger and we’re held captive in a weird cave by even weirder aliens. Right now there’s only R’jaal and this moment. And I’m going to take advantage of it.
“Tell me to stop and I’ll stop,” I breathe, even as I rub my pussy up and down his shaft. Oh god, the ridges. They’re amazing.
“Never stop,” he tells me. The way he watches me makes me feel like the most powerful, sexy woman in the universe, and when I slowly drag my folds up and down his shaft, slicking his cock with my juices, he groans.
It takes everything I have to bite back a groan of my own.
“Just…rubbing,” I tell him. “No penetration. We’re just getting each other off. It’s just…stress relief. Right? Just stress relief.”
R’jaal arches, raising his hips, and his cock fits in my slick channel, brushing against my clit for the first time.
This time, I can’t hold back my choked sound of pleasure.
He grips my hips, holding me steady as I ride him, rubbing against him faster. So this is what they mean when couples grind against one another to completion. My few furtive experiences with sex were never completely naked and absolutely not satisfying. They were a few quick gropes in a backseat (and once behind the stacks at the library) and were never even close to anything I feel in this moment.
I might actually orgasm with a partner. All of mine in the past have been self-produced. But right now, as I ride against R’jaal’s ribbed cock, there’s a low unfurling in my belly that’s growing with every surge of our bodies. “Oh,” I breathe. “Oh, I need more.”
“Tell me how,” he says quickly. “How do I make you come, R’slind?”
Is he going to actually help me come? I could cry with relief. I rock against him with quicker motions, increasing the friction between our bodies. “My clit,” I pant. “I liked it against my clit.”