Page 58 of Technically Abducted
The words hang between us, carrying all the weight of what we both know but haven't said out loud. His golden eyes search mine, and I can see the exact moment he understands what I'm asking for.
"You want to—" he starts, then stops, his bioluminescence brightening with desire.
"Just go slow," I tell him, leaning in to kiss him softly. "Can you do that for me?"
"Slow?" Tev'ra's brow furrows with immediate concern. "Have I hurt you? Do you require medical attention? The empathic connection can sometimes—"
I chuckle. "No, Blue. You haven't hurt me. It's just..." I feel heat creep up my neck. "I come too fast with you. The empathic thing, feeling everything you feel on top of what I feel... it's intense. Go slow and I might last a bit."
Understanding dawns in his expression, followed by something that looks almost smug. "You find our connection... overwhelming?"
"In the best possible way," I assure him, then shift so I'm lying on my stomach, pillowing my head on my arms. "Like this? If you want to."
I feel Tev'ra go very still behind me, and through our empathic connection I can sense his surprise, his desire, and underneath it all, a hesitation I don't understand.
"Finn," he says carefully, "this position... you would not be able to see my face. To maintain eye contact during—"
"I know," I say quietly, understanding his confusion. Our previous encounters have been face to face, intense and connected. This feels different. More vulnerable somehow, but also... I need this. If I'm going to cry—and I might, knowing this is the last time—I don't want him to see. Don't want him to feel guilty about something that isn't his fault.
"I want to feel you," I continue, pressing my face into the pillow for a moment before turning to look at him over my shoulder. "All of you. And I want you to just... focus on what feels good. Don't worry about me. Just take what you need."
Tev'ra's hand settles on my lower back, warm and gentle. "I am always concerned about you," he says softly. "But if this is what you want..."
"It is," I assure him, settling more comfortably into the position. "I trust you completely."
The words seem to break through his remaining hesitation. I feel the bed shift as he moves, positioning himself behind me, his hands skimming over my skin with reverent touches.
"You are certain?" he asks one more time.
"Yes," I breathe. "Just... remember. Slow."
What follows is the most tender experience of my life. Tev'ra takes his time preparing me, his touches gentle and thorough, occasionally leaning down to press soft kisses to my shoulders, my neck, anywhere he can reach. Through our empathic connection, I can feel his care, his desire, his determination to make this perfect for both of us.
When he finally positions himself at my entrance, I'm already shaking with need despite his deliberate pace.
"Ready?" he whispers against my ear.
"Please," I manage.
He enters me slowly, so slowly I can feel every inch, every moment of stretch and pressure. The position lets him go deeper than before, and I have to bite down on my forearm to keep from crying out at the intensity.
"Good?" Tev'ra asks, his voice strained with the effort of holding back.
"So good," I gasp. "Just... give me a second."
He stills completely, one hand stroking soothingly down my spine while I adjust to the fullness. Through our bond, I can feel his restraint, how much he wants to move but won't until I'm ready.
"Okay," I finally say. "You can move."
Tev'ra begins to rock into me with shallow, careful thrusts, building a rhythm that's maddeningly slow but absolutely perfect. Each movement sends sparks through ourempathic connection, and I can feel his pleasure mixing with mine, creating that intoxicating feedback loop that makes everything more intense.
"Is this slow enough?" he asks, his voice rough with desire.
"Perfect," I breathe, and it is. This pace lets me feel everything—every slide of skin against skin, every pulse of pleasure through our bond, every soft sound Tev'ra makes as he loses himself in the sensation.
Time seems to stretch and compress. Sometimes Tev'ra leans down to kiss my shoulders, to whisper how good I feel, how perfect this is. Sometimes he sits back and I can feel his gaze on me, can sense his wonder through our connection. The slow pace means we're making love rather than fucking, and the intimacy of it is almost overwhelming.
"Finn," Tev'ra breathes, his rhythm starting to falter slightly. "You feel incredible. So perfect around me."
