Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 71082 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 355(@200wpm)___ 284(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71082 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 355(@200wpm)___ 284(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
And I feel so fucking good. His mouth on my clit is incredible. And yet it's still not enough. I'm so close to the edge I can barely stand it.
"More," I whimper. "More, more. Kaz, I'm so close."
He teases his tongue against my clit again, even as one hand presses between my legs. I arch, expecting him to go for the entrance to my body.
Kazex goes to my back door again and presses his thumb against it, seeking entrance.
I'm shocked at the raw sensation—shocked, and I come so hard that dots swim in front of my eyes. I make a guttural sound and then the orgasm crashes through me, my muscles clenching with delicious release, and he keeps licking and teasing my clit as wave after wave of pleasure rolls through my body. When I come down, I pull his head up, tugging on his hair.
Kazex gives me a flushed grin, his mouth slick from his ministrations. "Good?"
I'm about to answer, but his thumb rubs against my butt-pucker again and I squeak, wriggling. "You went back there again!"
"Yeah, you made it sound like it was the grand finale. I wanted to get you off." His tone turns smug and he rubs his face against my thigh. "Worked like a charm, too."
I giggle harder and I can't decide if he's a genius or if I need to clarify. Maybe next time. Though...it did make me come. Even now, my legs are twitching with little aftershocks of pleasure. "We should probably shower, hmm?"
"We can get up soon." He eases my legs off his shoulders and travels up my body, kissing me (and avoiding my padded breast) and then lies down on the other side of the bed. A breath later, he pulls me against him and tucks his head against my neck. "I can taste you in my mouth. I might never brush my teeth again. I love it."
"If you want to keep kissing me, please brush your teeth," I tell him, snuggling back against his bigger body. God, I feel good. Really good. Loose and languid and sexy and perfect. We haven't had sex yet, and there will definitely have to be a birth control conversation, but there's time yet. There's a coin for when I'm feeling anxious, too.
Something tells me I won't need it too often, though. Not with how safe and how good he makes me feel.
His lips nip at the shell of my ear, tugging on a metal hoop there. "I like holding you."
"I like you holding me."
"Good, because I'm staying in bed with you tonight...unless you need to flip a coin over it." His tongue strokes over my next piercing. "Or if you need the noodle word."
"I like you in bed with me."
"Even if I can't protect you?"
"You can't?"
"Nuh-uh. With a gorgeous human in my arms, it's going to take all of my concentration to resist you." His hand skims over my belly. "I won't be able to stop touching you."
Just the mental image of that—and his hand creeping between my thighs—sends little sparks of heat through me again. "That's a bad thing?"
"It is if you don't feel safe. I'd love to hold you all night, but if you need a bodyguard, I'll be that for you. The choice is yours."
Is that why he never joins me in bed? Because he thinks I need a bodyguard more than a lover to be content? I shouldn't be surprised. I've been scared of everything. Before coming here, I was a slave and my memories are hazy, but brutal and terrifying. I have awful nightmares. Of course he thinks he needs to protect me. That's been our established relationship even before we became friends.
Ruthie needed protecting, and Kazex volunteered to be the protector.
Now, though, I test out the idea of not having a protector sleeping across the doorway. "I think I'd rather have you here in bed with me," I admit. "I think we're safe on the ship. Nothing's going to happen to me with you around, anyhow."
"Keffing right." He presses another kiss to my neck. "I'd die first."
I hope it doesn't come to that. I pull his arm tighter around me. "What happens to us now?"
"Well, you mentioned a shower." He kisses my neck again. "And maybe a bit more kissing and touching before we get exhausted and fall asleep. And if we're really lucky, we'll wake up in the mood and get to have fun like that once more."
I can't help but smile at his enthusiasm. "I meant you and me."
"Nothing between us has changed," Kazex tells me, his voice soft in my ear. "I'm the same as I ever was. You're the same. It's just that now I'll happily feast on your cunt a dozen times a day. Or you can watch me jerk off. Whatever you want."