Page 62 of Across The Stars
He took three long strides toward me and stopped inches away, sending a gust of that provocative scent right to my nose. I took him in, my nipples beading under my nightshirt. We stood there for a while, both rigid and trying not to touch one another, but holy hell did I want to.
“What the hell are you doing here?” I whispered, eyeing his full, perfect lips.
“I tried not to come,” he admitted. “But I heard you wake and neither of us is getting any rest like this.”
“Like what?”
He reached up with one hand, sliding his fingers through my hair and gripping me at the base of my head in a way that sent more torturous heat down into my center. Was that a kink of mine? Hair pulling? I supposed I couldn’t tell considering my experience with sex was so limited, but when he did it, it was hot as hell.
“I can sense you from the next room, sekya,” he said. “I know what you want.”
“I don’t know what you’re taking about.”
He let out a low growl that sunk through my body like hot molasses.
“You do,” he whispered.
“You can sense that?”
“Touch yourself.” Those words sent a stampede of erotic chills to every nerve. “Think of me if you must, but this can’t happen between us. So, relieve yourself.”
Touch myself? In front of him? I thought I’d be shy and unwilling. Instead, it just made me more aroused to hear him talk like that. He watched me, waiting, and I decided he wasn’t getting off so easy. He didn’t look like a man who was unaffected. He looked beside himself and his self-control was hanging on by a hair. I wanted to test that military resolve and lifted my hand,brushing my fingers over his lips. He parted beneath my touch and I gradually slipped two fingers into his mouth. His chest heaved with a deep, ragged breath and then he closed his lips, his tongue swirling around my fingers as I slowly pulled from him. I sucked my bottom lip between my teeth, taking pleasure in the way his eyes fell immediately to my mouth as I lowered my hand down between my thighs.
His nostrils flared like that was driving him to the edge and I was a little proud of myself for that. I’d never met anyone who had such a hard time resisting me and damn it felt good to see him squirm as badly as I was.
But still, he was resisting. As my fingers slid through my heat, I watched him, waiting for him to crack. His hand twisted in my hair and I sucked in a sharp breath at the sting, but he didn’t let up. Then he lifted his other hand and gripped my chin, stepping in close until his chest was nearly touching mine. I stroked myself a little harder, finding I was beyond sensitive down there, and trembled. And the way Vahko never took his eyes off of me just amplified the whole experience.
“Stop,” he muttered.
The word was weak like he didn’t want to say it.
“Stop what?” I said.
He didn’t respond, so I kept touching myself, searching for the place that needed it most.
His hand released my chin and darted down, nudging my hand aside. When his fingers replaced mine and slid between my wet folds, I jolted. I was so damn turned on it was almost like his fingers were filled with electricity. He stroked me gently, exploring me, and it was the hottest thing in the world. Every time he passed over my clit, I shook, pleasure dancing across my core. When he figured out a pattern, he was already a master at it. And when his fingers found my entrance, I almost came before we’d started.
What’s wrong with me?!
I reached down, unable to turn back. My body had decided I wanted him and I really didn’t want to deny it. I took his hand, guiding him to my entrance again, and as if he was reading my mind, he slipped two long fingers inside. I whimpered, ascending into heaven for a second before I grounded myself again. Vahko moved in and out in slow, steady motions, his thumb teasing my clit.
And since I was already in too deep to climb out of whatever hole I was digging, I reached up and pulled Vahko into a hungry, untamed kiss. He tasted like the fruit from dinner. Or maybe that was in my head. It didn’t matter. Kissing him was heaven and I wasn’t about to deprive myself because of some misplaced shame for liking an alien.
I moaned against Vahko’s lips, my tongue darting into his mouth. He let out a moan, his fingers working me expertly. It was better than any vibrator. Better than a simulation.
“I don’t know what you’re doing to me, but I need you right now,” I said, drunk on his presence.
“I know,” Vahko said. “I will ease that need for both of us. Just this once.”
He pulled his fingers free and grasped my thighs, hoisting me off the ground with surprising ease. My legs flew around his hips like it was second nature and he walked forward until my back was against the cool, metal wall. His mouth was on me again before I could speak and I didn’t mind. I didn’t want to talk. I just wanted to feel him. Taste him. I rocked my hips, grinding myself against the stone-hard bulge pressing against my sex.
Vahko deepened our kiss. And I don’t mean he stuck his tongue further down my throat. Something about the whole thing was singing to my soul, unzipping me, and bringing my deepest desires to the surface. And every desire spilled free likeit hadn’t seen light in a hundred years. There was no way I could push them back down and I didn’t want to try.
Like I knew what I was doing, I slid my hand down the hard plane of Vahko’s torso and dipped it into his pants. The way his body jolted when I found his cock made me giddy. Never had someone wanted me so badly and never had I wanted them back like my life depended on our joining. So I kept going, pushing past that threshold. I wrapped my hand around his girth, marveling at his thickness.
And he wasn’t just big. He was… different. I felt things on him that I didn’t recognize and for some insane reason, I didn’t care. I felt ridges along the bottom of his shaft. Long, symmetrical veins on either side of him. And when I explored the tip, it was slender and smooth and gently curved upward.
I pulled back from our kiss to look at him, realizing that his skin was still hot fuchsia that darkened in every contour of his body like some kind of blush. I wondered if that was what it was. An emotional response. I lifted my hand and cupped his face because holy hell was he beautiful. And as my fingers explored his human-like features and wonderfully alien lines, Vahko slid his hand between us, pushing his pants down.
