Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 83946 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83946 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
“Blue and green,” Selina breathes.
I take Selina’s hands in mine as we reach the front door. “When I got older, I asked my grandmother to show me what she’d seen for my fate at my crista ceremony. I saw your eyes. I didn’t know what species they belonged to, or where, or even if, I would ever find them, but your eyes stayed with me all the time. I planted flowers to match those eyes …” I open the door so we can enter and her soft gasp makes me smile before I continue. “I decorated my floors and walls to match those eyes. I had paintings drawn with those colors only, instructing the artists to mix other colors with the blue and green to make the color perfect.”
She looks around our home in amazement, “You did all of this … for me?”
I go behind her and wrap my arms around her waist as I bring my mouth to her ear. “I don’t think you quite understand yet, all that I have, will, and would do for you.”
She turns in my arms, smiling up at me. “I know something you can do for me, my love.”
“You need only say the words.”
“Do you know what it means to christen a house?”
I tilt my head as my translator tries to find a compatible word. “Christen? What does this word mean?”
“Bless, maybe?”
That one doesn’t quite compute, either, at least, not in the way I think she’s insinuating it.
Her smile turns mischievous as she steps out of my embrace. Hands going to her waist, she removes the jeweled belt there, letting it fall to the ground. Whatever this strange word means, I like it already.
“When a man and woman move to a new house,” she says as her hands go to the ties at her breasts, loosening them as she continues, “they have sex there right away, as a way to celebrate a new beginning.”
Her smock drops to the floor, becoming a forgotten pool of fabric at her feet as she stands before me. Naked, waiting, lust in her eyes, and a smile upon her lips.
“Well? Now you know what christen means.”
I close the distance between us. “So, let us christen our home.”
I bring my hand up to sweep the end of her braid off her shoulder, so I can kiss along her collarbone while my fingers trail between her breasts. I know she can feel the way my lips curve into a smile when she shivers. Her stomach twitches under my hand as it continues its journey down and down until my fingers are just inches from where I know I’ll find her swollen.
“Are you wet for me, Zawla?”
“Always,” she promises, breathy.
“Wet enough for me to bend you over the table and slam my cock into you?”
“Yes.”
“Let’s find out.”
As I begin to walk her backwards, towards the worktable only a feet away from us, I bring my fingers to her clit. Swollen, like I knew it would be. Wet, like she said she was. I give it hard circles until her sweet sounds are right at my ear in seconds. She pleas for more as if I’ve ever given her anything less than everything she needs to reach that place of utter bliss only I can bring her to. She demands me not to stop as if I’m not just getting started. The back of her legs hit the edge of the table and she doesn’t waste a second perching on it so she can widen her thighs.
“Greedy mate.”
She licks my lips, making me shiver now. Then, as her tongue begins to slide along my lips, I free my cock, bringing the tip of it to her clit. I tilt my hips forward to rub hard against her swollen bud while my fingers trail through her wetness, until they’re at her opening. She arches forward, desperate for more.
“Bo, please,” she begs. “Your fingers, your cock. I don’t care which, but get inside me.”
“My cock will be going inside you,” I gruffly say. “Because that’s the part of me that is aching for you.”
“Then, fuck me.”
My brows furrow, fingers stilling against her. This word. Again. How is it meant for this, too?
“Fuck? What does this mean?”
She grabs my chin and looks me square in the eye as she speaks, letting me know now is not the time for an education lesson on her language. “It means to take me hard and fast. To not give me any mercy as you drive into me again and again.” She comes forward, bringing her lips right against mine, and her eyes blaze wild with lust. “Now you know what it means, and what your mate wants of you. Will you deny me?”
“Never.”
No sooner have I grunted the word then I’m turning her around. I don’t worry about if I’m too harsh as I make her bend over the tabletop. Or if I widen her legs too roughly. Her pleased sighs tell me she’s fine. All I want is to give Selina want she asked for. I bring my cock to her opening as I push on her lower back, making her arch more for me. I don’t slide into her inch by inch like I usually do, giving her time to adjust to my size. No, I slam into her, making her take all of me at once. A desperate moan leaves her as I stay deep inside her and watch her fingers grip the other edge of the worktable. Good. She’ll need something to hold on to. As for me, I grip her hips as I pull back. Then, I drive into her again and again, just like she wanted, using my hold on her to make sure she has no choice but to take my cock. She meets me each time I thrust into her, gasping and moaning with each stroke. She is a thing of beauty laid out beneath me, my eyes go from watching her ass move to where I release her hips to trace my fingers down her spine. She shivers, violently, and her pussy tightens around me. I hiss and begin pounding into her harder, knowing she’s close. It’s in the way her moans are more breathy now, and how her muscles work around my cock, seeking a release from the tension I see and feel overtaking her body. When she begins to say my name like a prayer, I know exactly what she’s begging for.