“You need more, sweetheart?”
I bite back a sob because I don’t know if I do or not. Just that I need…something. “Your hands are full.”
“Ah, Helen,” Mathiras murmurs, licking at the spot behind my ear again and making me tremble. “So sweet and innocent. I don’t need another hand.” He shifts the one between my thighs, and suddenly his thumb is pressing between my folds. When I shift my weight, it rubs against those sensitive nubs—the ones that were too much last time. I make a strangled sound and rock against his hand frantically, and it only makes his thumb move against that spot over and over again. I gasp for air, desperate for more, and my hips jerk and jerk. I need to press against him, need something more, need—
He squeezes my nipple, so tight it almost hurts, and at the same time, he licks a circle around the spot behind my ear. His thumb presses against that spot and everything explodes, just like he said.
And oh.
Oh.
Oh wow.
Hot, intense pleasure bursts and ripples through me. I cry out and there’s a rush of something wet between my thighs, and then he presses down harder against my sensitive spots, his hand moving and moving as the tension in my body tightens and tightens until stars dance behind my eyes and it explodes again and I snap, boneless, and collapse against his chest.
Panting, I’m dazed as he presses soft kisses against my throat, now carefully moving away from that sensitive spot behind my ear. His hand is still lodged between my thighs and deep inside my body, and when I shift my weight, he kisses me one last time and slides his fingers out from inside me, and I feel hollow and aching and yet somehow replete. I’m limp, like every muscle in my body snapped at once and left me useless.
And I feel…good. Really good. Liquid and drowsy and wet and sated. No wonder he likes it when I touch his cock. If this is what it feels like when he comes…I get it now. If this is why Zakoar’s human was squealing and crying out…I understand. Part of me—the non-sleepy part of me—wants Mathiras to put his hand between my thighs once more and see if we can do that all over again. Is there a limit on sex? Does it feel less good after you come once? I’m fascinated.
“How do you feel?” Mathiras asks, his nose brushing against my ear again.
I just moan, turning and curling up against him. “Like I’ve been missing out.”
He laughs. “Missing out?”
“We should have done that ages ago. Can we do it again soon?” I slide my hand over his chest, toying with his nipple through the fabric. I wonder if his feels like mine did when he pinched it and made stars burst behind my eyes.
His laugh turns into a groan. “You’re going to kill me, aren’t you, Helen?”
That worries me. “Kill you? Why?”
“Because we’re going to end up in bed constantly.”
Doesn’t sound like death to me. It sounds like fun.
CHAPTER 67
MATHIRAS
I can’t stop pressing kisses to the soft warmth of Helen’s face. My hand is still tucked inside her clothing at her waist, and she’s boneless and replete in my arms, the scent of her arousal perfuming the bridge. My cock is harder than it’s ever been, but I ignore it. I want this moment to be hers.
“You were amazing,” I murmur against her temple. “And so brave.”
She buries her face against my neck. “Feels silly to think I was scared of that. It’s intense, but I get it now. I understand why Zakoar’s female was crying out like that. He must have made her feel so good.”
I hate that she’s talking about the other, half-metal mesakkah with such admiration in her voice. I’m jealous. “I’ll make you feel even better. Whatever you need, I’m going to give it to you.”
“That’s exciting.” She looks up at me, all eagerness. “How long do we have to wait between orgasms before we can do it again? Oooh, wait, can I give you one? And then you can do me again?” Her eyes widen. “We can take turns—”
“Helen, love,” I chuckle, pressing another kiss to her temple. “I am thrilled that you’re wanting more, but I’m afraid that if we spend too much time pleasuring each other, we’re not going to have our energy for tonight. How about once the mission is done, I promise I’ll give you as many orgasms as you want.”
Her lower lip thrusts out for a moment. “Fine. I guess we’ll wait. Though you’re sure I can’t do you…?”
She’s going to be the death of me. I bite back a groan. “While I would like that, I definitely need to keep my focus for the plan.” Plus, getting cum out of the control panels is hell and the bridge is the wrong place for us to play around, at least on my end. “There’s a lot I need to go through before tonight.”