Okay, the man's a fast learner.
I wrap my arms around his neck, leaning into the kiss, letting him set the pace. He kisses me with fervent need, and as he does, his hips rock against my thighs on the bed. Everything creaks, and we both freeze.
"Floor?" I whisper against his soft lips.
"Floor," he agrees.
12
LUCY
A moment later, we settle a blanket and my hand-stitched pillows onto the floor. I shuck my dress, tossing it aside, along with the breast-band I use to stop the jiggling. Rektar looks utterly fascinated at the sight of my large breasts, his hands pausing as he takes off his tunic. I move toward him, helping him with his clothing, a smile on my lips.
"Breasts are very sensitive too," I tell him. "Especially the nipples."
He groans, licking his lips. "I want to taste them, too." His gaze flicks to mine. "I might be greedy with you for a while, Lucy."
Oh lord. Everything in me clenches with need at that. "You're allowed to be greedy. In fact, I'd love it if you were greedy."
Unlike his words, though, Rektar doesn't grab me and maul me. He just stares at me with hot, hungry eyes. "I am content to wait if you need to rest."
This man. So willing to sacrifice for me. I reach between us and caress his cock, letting him know I'm not content with waiting, myself. He groans and buries his face in the crook of my neck, big body trembling, and I realize just how close he is to losing control. He's been trying to wait until I'm ready, but I can tell right now that isn't going to happen. He doesn't have the control that comes with practice. Not yet.
So I wrap my fingers around the head of his cock and squeeze tightly. "Not yet," I whisper to him. "Not yet."
Rektar groans and quakes against me, but his panting slows, and then he takes a deep breath. I can tell already he's better. If not right at the ledge, a footstep away. His mouth brushes over my skin as he speaks. "How did you know to do that?"
I smile. "This isn't my first rodeo."
"You are my first rodeo," he admits. "Does that bother you?"
My heart melts. "Not in the slightest."
He pulls my hand away from his cock—probably too sensitive—and puts it on his chest, instead. He nuzzles at my skin once more and then moves back to my mouth. "Can I kiss you again?"
"You can kiss me a hundred times," I whisper. I love the feel of his mouth on mine, or on my skin…or anywhere, really. I just want more of him.
When his lips graze mine, he takes a deep, ragged breath, presses his forehead to mine, and skims my cheeks with his fingers. I'm touched at that small gesture, like he has to remind himself that I'm really here, that this is really happening. It's so damn sweet. I've always been a forward sort, because it gets me what I want, but I love his romantic side. I love his sweetness. It's everything I wanted in a man, and I love how perfect Rektar is for me.
The kiss he gives me is reverent. Slow, deep, and thoughtful, as if he's worshiping my mouth with his. His tongue slides along mine, caressing, and I can't help but moan in response. I'm still humming with my orgasm, but he knows just how to touch me, and the feel of his big body pressing against mine is utterly erotic. He gives me kiss after kiss, until I'm lost to his mouth, aching with the need that's building inside me once more. The way he kisses me is just so damn good. I love his smell, his taste, the way that he kisses me that's both tender and claiming.
He brushes his hand over my breast, and my aching nipple gets the lightest, most teasing touch ever. I immediately moan, wanting more. He can't just touch a girl like that and not give her seconds. That's not fair. He swallows my moan with a kiss, though, and his hand goes back to my breast, caressing the slope of it before moving to my nipple. And oh lord, that is so good. Rektar tries a few different touches, seeing which ones get the most response from me, and when he finds one we both like, I let him know with a whimper, arching against his hand.
With a growl, Rektar breaks the kiss and moves lower, ducking his head to take my nipple into his mouth. "You're so keffing beautiful," he tells me. "So soft. So perfect."
I suck in a breath as he latches onto my breast, teasing and sucking at the tip like he did my clit. His fingers work the other peak, the twin sensations making my arousal ramp up all over again. By the time he lifts his head and moves to give the other breast equal attention, I'm panting with need, clinging to the rounded jut of his horns that stick up from his forehead. "Need you," I tell him. "Need you inside me."