He made the right call, as much as it infuriates me. I don't like being lied to, but it's forgivable.
"You hate me now, don't you?" Kaspar sighs at my silence. He taps the top of his chest. "Here. Hit me right here. Get it out of your system."
My heart squeezes. He knew I'd be mad and he still did it because he wanted to protect me. I manage to keep my expression neutral and I crook a finger at him, indicating he should bend down.
He does. His expression is resolute. He knows he fucked up and is determined to suffer the consequences.
I lean forward and give him a kiss. "I love you."
Kas remains where he's at, a puzzled expression on his face. "Gotta admit, Sunshine—I pictured that going very differently."
"I'm still mad," I point out, cupping his face. "But I understand why and I'm oddly glad I didn't have to stress for two straight months. Most of all, though, I'm glad you're back safe and sound. I was worried the entire time you were gone." I kiss him again, because now that he's back, all is right in my world. He's here, and I feel safe and content. Even the thought of strangers knowing we're here on the planet isn't enough to stop me from kissing him a third time.
He groans and straightens, then grabs me by the hips and hauls me up his chest. Our height difference makes kissing a challenge sometimes, but Kas just picks me up like I'm nothing and I fling my arms around his neck. Our mouths meet and then I'm clinging to him like a barnacle as he stumbles toward the bridge of the ship. "Missed you too, Sunshine. So keffing much."
I whimper, loving the way his tongue skates over my mouth like a dirty, dirty tease. My lips graze his, but since we're moving, I can't get a good angle for deep, sensual kisses and so I just keep angling toward his mouth like some sort of hungry baby bird, desperate for his lips on mine. I probably look ridiculous, and I don't even care.
Something hard hits my backside, and I dimly realize I'm now seated on the control panel of the ship. Kas flips my little skirt up, his fingers sliding between my thighs even as he nips at my upper lip. "You wet for me already?" he asks, kneeling between my thighs and burying his mouth there before he even answers me.
I cry out, my hand dropping atop his head as he voraciously licks my folds, then moves to my clit and flicks it with the tip of his tongue. I rock against his face, lost in the moment—only for him to get up again almost as quickly as he went down on me. "What the fuck?" I complain. "You tease!"
"Wanna be in you too bad," Kas tells me, and there's zero teasing on his face, just urgency and need. It sucks all the argument out of my lungs, and when he hitches one of my legs around his hips, I spread for him eagerly, my hands going to his chest. He works the auto-fastener on his belt quicker than I ever could and shucks his pants a moment later, then rubs the hard, delicious length of his cock through my folds. "Love how keffing slick you get for me, Sunshine."
I make a needy sound, and then he begins to push into me. Kaspar is a monster with that piercing of his. He's learned that it feels best for me when he sinks deep and then pulls out almost all the way again, because it rubs me in all the right spots. He does this now, easing himself into my body until he's to the hilt, then draws back and thrusts deep again. My eyes nearly roll back in my head when the one-two punch of piercings rubbing against my G-spot then gets followed by his spur hitting my clit.
"Missed that," he grits out. "Missed that look on your face when I take you." Kas punctuates each sentence with a forceful drive of his hips, then pulls back again. "Missed how good your tight cunt feels when you're squeezing around me. Missed your keffing taste, Sunshine. It's insane how much I missed your taste."
His thrusts speed up and I close my eyes, losing myself to the moment. He takes me hard, and he makes sure I come first, my legs clenching around him as my climax drives through me like a freight train. It's always so good with him. So good, so hard, and so damn intense. I rock my hips slowly as the waves of pleasure move through me, and I watch him as he comes. I love the way his face tenses and his jaw tightens, as if he's somehow holding back a massive shout when he orgasms. He twitches inside me, and I feel that slightly damp, wonderful sensation of fullness and smug pleasure that I made him come so hard. When he falls forward on top of me, I wrap myself around him and stroke his shaggy hair.