I want him to make all the aching loneliness I've felt disappear. I don't want just a bed partner. I want a partner, period.
"Rektar," I whisper, caressing his face. "I will love every touch you give me. I promise this." I pause, and then add, "But if you want me bold, then hurry up and put your tongue to work, because I'm needy as hell."
My mate chuckles, pleased, and gives me another slow, sensuous lick. For a moment I think he wasn't paying attention to my directions, but then his mouth moves over my clit and he sucks on it, clasping his lips around it. The pleasure's so damn intense I nearly come off the bed. I grab his horns with both of my hands, whimpering and rocking against his mouth as he lavishes my pussy with fervent attention. His hand moves to my core and then he's pushing a finger inside me as he sucks on my clit, and I cry out again, because just that single digit feels so thick and mind-blowing that I'm about to lose control.
"You're so small and tight," he murmurs between tastes. "You're hugging my finger inside you so keffing tight."
"Give me more," I tell him, breathless. "I'll tell you if it's too much."
He groans, thrusting into me with that big finger, and then a second later, he adds a second, pumping into me again. I'm definitely tight, but oh god, it feels incredible, and I don't even mind the tight stretch or the fact that his big fingers seem to be stroking deeper than I've ever felt before.
I lean into my bossiness, grinding my pussy against his face even as I give him another order. "Curl…your fingers," I pant. "Curl—"
The moment Rektar does, it hits something inside me that I've never felt before. My G-spot. My reaction is instant, too. I come, my legs clenching and twitching so violently I worry I'm going to kick him, even as my pussy floods with my release. Rektar loves it, too. He murmurs words of encouragement even as he continues to pump his big fingers inside me, curled just as I asked, and keeps grazing that spot on the inside of my walls. It makes me come and come, my body twitching with every stroke of his fingers, until I can't take any more. If he gives me any more pleasure, I'm going to collapse. I push against his greedy mouth and fingers, letting him know that I need a moment.
"Good god," I manage when I can breathe again. "Rektar, that was incredible. You're incredible."
He nuzzles at my thigh, licking and grazing his teeth over my skin as if desperate to keep going. "I want to taste you again," he tells me, the look in his eyes hot and full of need. "Need more of you, Lucy."
I tug at him, realizing he's still fully clothed. "Come and kiss me first. We haven't even kissed yet."
"Is that mouth on mouth?" he asks, and when I nod, he gets to his feet and climbs onto the bed with me. "I've kissed other parts of you." He looks utterly pleased at the thought, too.
So he has. I pull him down against me, loving the feel of his big body against mine. My skirts are still thrown up around my hips, my pussy bare and wet, but I feel good. Better than I have in forever. My tiny bed creaks with his weight, and he grimaces.
"Maybe we should move to the floor," I suggest. "If you break the bed, we'll be there anyhow."
He frowns at the offending bedframe. "What kind of monster hands out beds this small anyhow?"
I giggle, feeling good—and frisky—curled up against him. I poke his chest. "Your people. You're the monsters."
Rektar grunts. "I think they expected you to remain celibate."
"Well then, they're fools," I say, wiggling up the mattress so I can line our faces up. "Because all of the women I know are trying to get married. We're lonely, we're bored, and we need protection."
He looks thoughtful. "Perhaps we need to institute a program of some kind, then. Screen applicants and match them with the appropriate colonists. I want to be of use to the people here."
"You know what I would find useful?" I ask flirtatiously, teasing a finger at his high collar.
His gaze moves back to me, his eyes heating. "What?"
"If you'd kiss me."
My mate thinks for a moment, studying my face, then leans in and brushes his lips against mine. He still smells like me, but his breath is warm and wonderful and his lips are so damn gentle that it breaks my heart. I flick my tongue against his, showing him that a kiss is more than just lips, and he groans. In the next moment, he takes over the kiss itself, his tongue slicking into my mouth and driving like he's fucking me with it instead of his cock.