He gazes up at me thoughtfully. "I know we are married now, but I wish to be respectful of your past. I know you were a slave, and slaves are not treated well. If you wish to take things slowly, I am prepared to wait however long it takes."
This man is killing me with his sweetness. I lean in and nibble on his ear. "I don't need to wait."
Rektar's breath catches, his hands flexing on my waist. "When…how do you wish to approach this?" He groans when my teeth graze his earlobe. "Shall we…wait for dark?"
I lick the shell of his ear, loving how he shivers ever so slightly under me. "What happens after dark?"
"Nothing. I just…perhaps we should wait—"
I sit up, looking him in the eye. "Wait for what?"
His cheeks are stained with darker blue. "I am…that is I mean…I don't want you to feel that I'm rushing you." His gaze searches mine. "I want to honor your traditions without pawing at you because you are now my mate. I can wait a few hours."
This man is obsessed with waiting. I do like that he mentions pawing, though. I hike up my skirts, bunching them up to my thighs and wiggling a little as I sit on his leg. My panties are a sad scrap of hand-sewn material, and for once, I wish I'd gone full-alien and not worn them. I take his big hand in mine (god, SO big) and guide it to the waist of my panties. I push them down at the same time that I nudge his fingers inside them, and move his hand to my pussy, where I'm wet and hot and aching. "Does this tell you anything?"
Rektar groans, his eyes closing. His throat works, his Adam's apple bobbing.
Still shy. I don't mind that, because I like being forward with him. I lean in and skim my lips over his. "It tells you," I whisper, "that I am perfectly okay with being pawed by my husband."
He groans again, the sound ragged, and then his fingers slide over my folds. His eyes open as I suck in a breath, and as we stare at each other, he strokes his fingers through my slick heat. "Where is your bed?"
I wiggle against his hand, and I'm rewarded with a thick finger brushing against my clit. "In the bedroom, of course."
Rektar's hand leaves my panties, and I want to cry out from loss. Before I can, though, he's on his feet, me carried in his arms, and he heads for my room so quickly that it makes my head spin. A split second later, I'm on the bed, on my back, and he pushes my skirts up again. His hands go to my panties, ripping at the fabric, and then he pauses. "Can I touch you how I want?"
I nod, frantic.
With a sexy growl in his throat, he finishes tearing my panties off and flings the fabric aside. His eyes feast hungrily on my bare lower half, and then he kneels on the floor at the edge of the bed, his hands on my hips as he hauls me forward. I've never had anyone look at me with such utter focus, and just his expression is getting me aroused. He puts a big hand on the inside of my thigh, caressing my skin, before pushing my legs apart.
"Gonna taste you," he mutters, leaning in. "Can't wait any longer."
I practically wriggle with anticipation at hearing that. "You don't have to wait," I pant. "I want you to touch me." I brush my fingers against his short hair and give him the smallest of nudges to let him know that I am A-OK with him tasting me.
I expect the first brush of his tongue to be hesitant. Uncertain. I'm totally wrong in that. He uses his thumbs to pull my folds apart, regards me with that hungry look, and then gives me the licking of my life.
A shocked—and aroused—sound escapes me. His tongue is covered in ridges, and when he licks me that hard, I feel each one drag along my skin. My fingers tighten in his hair as he makes a sound of pleasure and goes in for another thorough lick. "Kef me, you taste good."
"You like the way I taste?" I card my fingers through his hair, tightening when he gives me another devastating lick.
"Perfect," he murmurs, lapping at my folds. "You're so perfect. Your cunt's so soft against my tongue, too. And wet. How are you so wet?" He sounds awed.
"Because you turn me on," I tell him, panting. "Because the thought of you touching me makes me go crazy with need."
Rektar makes a low sound of pleasure and licks me again, this time exquisitely slow. He takes his time, the tip of his tongue caressing my clit as he finishes. "What's this little thing here?"