Page 39 of Earth-Bound

“Are you attracted to me?”

“I think it’s obvious that I am.”

“Good. Because I’m attracted to you.”

That was the understatement of the century. My mate was incredible and his physical form was a pillar of perfection. I wanted his hands on me again. I wanted to feel his weight holding me down and making love to me.

Joe pulled off the gardening gloves he was wearing and approached me.

His eyes were locked on mine and I couldn’t have looked away, not for anything. He walked right up to me until his body was pressed against mine and then he stopped, his hands went to my hips and settled there, a warm weight, and I could feel his chest expand and contract as he breathed.

I moved my own hands up his arms, feeling their strength and biting back the groan that wanted to escape my mouth. I felttoo much. I’d been so long without stimulation that I couldn’t even concentrate on all the ways my body felt alive.

All I knew was, where Joe was touching feltmostalive. I kept my hands on his biceps and squeezed.

“You like my muscles?”

I nodded.

It was his turn to say, “Good,” and I felt the fierceness of that one word, the way he said it like a challenge.

Then he kissed me again.

We may only have kissed once before but it felt like coming home. It was so familiar and easy, so pleasurable, that I moaned into his mouth and moved my lips against his as he devoured me.

Joe’s hand slid up my body and wrapped around the back of my neck, driving his fingers through the hair on my nape and, if it were possible, kissed me harder.

I felt the tug of his fingers, the way he almost seemed to stroke me, the way his lips pressed against my own and the way his tongue slid into my mouth in a sensual rhythm. I was overwhelmed by feeling.

Last night, I’d practically been incoherent with desire and had simply allowed Joe to do whatever he wanted to my body. I’d wanted him in every way.

Today, though, I wanted to take the lead. I wanted to show him just how much I lusted after his body, how much I loved his very being.

I tore my mouth away from his and he pulled back, looking into my eyes. His pupils were blown wide and his lipswere a cherry red from our passionate kiss. I couldn’t resist tasting them one more time. Leaning forward again, I kissed him and clung to him, and realised he had backed me up against a tree, a young chestnut. My back was against the rough bark and Joe’s body was pressed all down my front. I could feel his solid chest, his flat stomach, and the swell of his manhood against my own.

I groaned again, suddenly utterly incapable of pulling away or of doing anything that would remove his body from mine.

He slid his hand between our groins and palmed my erection, squeezing it through the linen, massaging it in a manner so erotic that it swelled further and began to leak.

“Please,” I begged.

He tore his mouth from mine and leaned back. His hand left my groin and he fumbled at his own clothes for a moment until he unbuttoned them and drew out his engorged penis. I wanted to sink to my knees and taste it but didn’t get the chance. Before I could move, he was rubbing his hands all over my groin and thighs, squeezing and pressing and making me cry out with the pleasure of it.

“Get these bloody leggings off,” he muttered.

I tried to oblige but it was difficult to focus with his strong fingers rubbing across my length beneath the material of my britches. I became aware that I was in danger of spilling my seed.

My fingers shook as I unbuttoned and, as soon as I had, Joe pushed my britches down my thighs, baring me to him completely.

Then he was on his knees. His hand gripped my stand and I bucked my hips instinctively, the need for stimulation overcoming all my sense. It felt so incredible, my mate’s hand on me, and my whole body shook with pent-up desire and need.

It was a shock when Joe’s wet mouth descended on me and engulfed my entire length in one smooth movement.

I heard myself cry out as though it were someone else. All of my attention was on the sensation of Joe’s mouth, the warm tongue massaging the sensitive flesh, his rough hands gripping my thighs and tugging at my sack, and the feel of his silky blonde hair under my fingers as I leaned back against the trunk of the tree and rested my hands on his head to steady myself. I was completely undone in moments.

The pleasure Joe drew out of me was intense, as though drawn from a deep well.

It surged through me, along my length and my seed burst out of me and filled my mate’s mouth. He continued to suck and swallow my seed, claiming it all, and then he gave a sudden yell of pleasure and his muscles tightened as he, too, found release.

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