Page 51 of Love Galaxy

I run my hands over his head, grasping two horns to keep myself steady, as he lifts one of my legs, slinging it over his shoulder. Despite my hold, I almost fall, he’s so tall. So I press my back to the house, bracing myself.

I tense, expecting his touch, but when it doesn’t come, I look down to see him staring at methere. Between my legs.

His lips are parted, and his slit pupils are round, almost circular.

I squirm under the onslaught of his gaze, but his two hands on my waist tighten, keeping me in place. With another hand, he runs his fingers through my pubic hair. And with his fourth hand, he parts my folds, truly exposing me.

My knees weaken. And now it’s my mouth that’s open as I watch him watching me.

I’ve never felt so exposed. So seen. So studied.

Heat warms my face. I want to close my thighs and widen my stance at the same time. I want to hide from him and show myself to him.

The conflicting feelings of humiliation and exhilaration send tingles racing through my body. They culminate at my core, and I can actually feel how wet I’m getting, all just from Sorin’s gaze on me.

His mouth moves; he’s talking again, but I still can’t hear him. And, of course, I can’t read his lips.

“Sorin.” I arch my back as he leans closer and licks me. Licks methere,between my folds. His tongue laps at my wetness, pushing the tip into my vagina, as if he’s desperate to taste more of me.

I feel rather than hear his moan. Then he leans back enough that he can look up at my face, checking I’m enjoying myself. When I see how damp his lips are, I moan, too.

He tips his head to one side as if to ask “yes?”

“Yes, Sorin. Yes!” I nod rapidly, trying to convey my enthusiasm, and he immediately returns his attention to my body, his tongue exploring the shape of me.

My hold on his horns tightens, like I’m trying to steer his head, and he obeys, moving his administrations higher. When he finds my clit, I gasp as pleasure almost too great for me to bear radiates out from that small bud.

His body vibrates; I think he’s pleased with himself, as he focuses his attention on my clit. I don’t know how I’m still standing. Probably if I hadn’t been wedged between Sorin’s solid form and the house behind me, I’d have slid to the ground.

Sure, I’ve had a few Human men go down on me before. But not like Sorin is. Not like he’s loving every second of it as much as I am. Not like we’re a team, working toward the same goal.

It’s like we’re both chasing my orgasm, determined to catch it. And I’m grinding myself against his tongue, barely even registering how he’s using his lips to shield his sharp teeth.

I slide down the wall another few inches, and Sorin bows his head, following me. I think an entire fleet of spaceships could land behind him, and he won’t notice. He’s still got two hands on my waist and another one keeping my raised legs over his shoulder. His fourth hand…

A fresh bolt of pleasure hits me when I see his fourth hand stroking his cock. It’s pointing up toward his stomach, red and angry looking. He doesn’t have foreskin; I’m guessing that would be pretty redundant when he’s got a literal cock pocket in which to store his dick when it’s not in use.

When he tightens his hold of himself, it’s almost like I can feel his hand, too, and I shudder, so, so close to coming. I can’t believe he’s going to come like this—driving himself wild with his tongue on my clit.

Then he sucks on me, changing the pressure and tempo, and my orgasm hits me, blinding me. I can’t do anything but exist in this moment, a Human-shaped ball of pleasure.

When I can finally open my eyes again, I reach for Sorin, but he’s already spilling, his whole body taut, his eyes pressed closed. His cock spurts again and again, white semen splattering his hand and hitting my leg.

Sweat rolls down my back and stomach, and I can’t stop panting. Like I’ve run a fucking marathon. I ease my leg offSorin’s shoulder, and he catches me in trembling arms as I sink to the ground, burying his face in my hair.

If it’s this good outside in the wind, pressed against the side of his house, imagine how great it’s going to be in a real-life bed.

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Sorin

Iwake to the sound of vibrating. Briar is asleep in my arms, her back pressed to my front, her pliant body relaxed and loose-limbed.

Releasing her, I roll onto my back and grab hold of my old datapad from my bedside table and accept the incoming text message from Killan before my newer datapad, which I usually leave in the kitchen, can start beeping loud enough to wake my sleeping Human.

I do not know why he would contact me in the middle of the night, but it is not so unusual that I worry. Sometimes Killan works through the night and does not bother waiting until morning to pass on any new information or idea he has had.

Blurry eyed, I scan his message.

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