Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 68478 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 342(@200wpm)___ 274(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68478 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 342(@200wpm)___ 274(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
“Absolutely,” he murmurs between kisses. He pushes my leathers off my shoulders, exposing my teats, and then begins to press kisses there. I moan and cling to his horns, my tail seeking his own. His shortened one wraps onto mine tightly and squeezes, and it sends another burst of pleasure through my body.
He shivers in the cold again, and my pleasure changes to remorse. I keep forgetting that he cannot withstand the cold. “Under the blankets,” I demand, and finish undressing. I slide under the blankets after him and pull him close so he can share my body heat. The old ship is protected from the wind, but not much else, and I imagine it is bitterly cold to him. “Better?”
“Always better when I’m touching you,” he says, nipping at my breasts. His tongue drags over one nipple, and I whimper. “I can’t wait to taste you,” he tells me. “Been thinking about it all day.”
“You were thinking about computers all day,” I tease him.
“Between thinking about computers,” he amends. “I pictured sliding between your thighs and licking you until you shudder.”
I shudder now, because I love that image. He craves the taste of my juices, he has told me, and loves to lick me to climax. I am happy to let him do so, though I want more than just that tonight. “As long as you do not forget the other parts.”
He chuckles and kisses lower on my belly. “Never.”
I try not to wiggle as his mouth moves between my thighs. It is difficult, though. The anticipation builds inside me, and I am practically coming out of my skin by the time he kisses down my mound and parts the soft folds of my cunt. When his tongue strokes along my skin, a high-pitched sigh escapes me.
“Hush,” Mardok says, and then gives me a long, thorough lick. “I’m concentrating.”
“I shall be quiet,” I promise, and then promptly squeal when he thrusts his tongue into my core.
“So damn wet and juicy,” he groans. “Love it. Can’t imagine how I’ve gone so long without you, without this.” And he pushes his tongue into me again, teasing.
I bite my knuckles, trying to hold back the urge to rock my hips against his face. He licks and thrusts his tongue, driving me wild, until I cannot hold back. I pant his name. “Mardok. Please. I need you.”
“What do you need?” he asks, and then drags his tongue through my folds again.
“You. Your cock. I want you inside me.”
He lifts his head and grins at me. “I think that’s the first time I’ve heard you demand my cock.”
I squirm underneath him. “I have been waiting forever to have you inside me. I do not want to wait any longer.”
The look in his dark eyes grows heated, and he glides up over me again, the weight of him pressing against the cradle of my hips. He braces one arm next to me and puts his hand to my chin, our eyes meeting. “I love you, Farli,” he says again, and I am filled with the glow of happiness.
“I love you, Mardok.”
He brushes his mouth lightly over mine, and I gasp because I can taste myself on his lips. “Spread your legs wider,” he murmurs.
I do, and I feel the shaft of his cock drag through my folds as he rocks his hips. I moan at the delicious sensation, hungry for more of that…and just more, altogether. The head of his cock pushes against my core, and I suck in a breath, shocked at how invasive—and yet scorchingly delicious—that felt. I close my eyes, drowning in sensation.
“No,” Mardok murmurs, and grabs my chin in his hand. “Open your eyes, Farli. I want you to be with me when I come inside you for the first time.”
It feels as if all the air has been pushed from my lungs as I open my eyes and gaze into his heated ones. His face looks different when he is aroused—more intense, more sexual, more everything. I hold on to him as he pushes deeper inside me, stretching my body. I feel too full, and as if he can sense it, he stops.
“Let me know when you want me to go on,” he tells me, and strokes my chin with his thumb. “You’re so tight.”
I wait a few moments, and then my impatience takes over. I rock my hips a little. “I want you to move again.”
“Demanding little thing,” he murmurs, and leans in to mate his mouth with mine again.
Sensation ripples through me. I feel as if I am being pierced by him, and yet when his tongue flicks against mine, I feel it deep inside. My moan of desire encourages him, and he thrusts deep, sending a sliver of discomfort through me. But he waits, his gaze locked on mine. It feels intimate and intense to gaze at each other as he is settled within me, his body covering mine. Our breaths mingle, and when I bite my lip, he rocks his hips forward.