Page 109 of The Garnet Daughter
He slides my hair over my shoulder, likely able to see the rapidly increasing pulse in my neck. “I think next time, we may have to find a different way to conduct lessons.” He practically groans at the friction of my shifting body and his grip on my thigh tightens.
“What’s wrong, pilot . . . distracted?” I say so close to his mouth that his breath hushes across my lips.
Then he closes the space between us where our air swirls together in anticipation and gently kisses me. It’s sweet and chaste, but I know he is holding back. He’s trembling, fighting himself to stay in control. Not in the same enthusiastic way as before, but in a way that makes me think he is waiting to see if I want the same thing. And I do. I want to lose myself with him, to set myself free from being consumed with what is happening around us.
I kiss him back deeper, sliding my hand up his strong jaw and pulling him in close, letting him know I want him as much as he wants me.
That ignites the entire space. The tension between us since we both realized we’re alone and safe overflows. I cling to him,wanting to feel his chest pressed up against me, to rub my nipples against his skin like before.
His hand travels up my thigh to the line of my trousers and hesitates, waiting to pass over another threshold.
I nip at his lower lip and widen my legs for him. It’s approval enough because he glides his palm down the front of my clothing, seeking out the wetness at my core.
“I thought of doing this the last time you sat here,” he whispers as his lips travel down my neck in tingling explosions across my skin.
I gasp as the pad of his finger finds my clit, and then again when he circles back after dipping lower to feel how slick I truly am.
He groans at the undignified squelching sound his ministrations elicit.
My head falls back, the steady rhythm of his fingertip driving me to madness, but no kiss or embrace is deep enough.
“Inside me, I need?—”
The thought of his thick fingers sliding farther down and into my core creates a tightness in my walls I cannot stop.
“No, Callia. The first time I am inside of you, it won’t be with my fingers,” he whispers into my ear, doubling his efforts on the bundle of nerves he is setting ablaze.
I cry out as ecstasy overtakes me, the waves running over me again and again as he holds me against his chest, kissing my neck and keeping an unrelenting pace with his fingertip until I’m spent and panting.
But after a few heaving breaths, I remember the words he whispered to me and it reignites my desire all over again.
Without warning, I turn in his lap and slam into him with a frenzied kiss, pulling at his tunic, needing to touch his bare skin. The pleasure he gave me only made my need for him morefrantic, transforming into a frenzy as we rip off each other’s clothes and pant between kisses.
We haven’t even fully undressed when he picks me up, hand digging into the soft flesh of my ass.
His pants are barely off, but as he stands, they fall to his boots, the buckle clinking as he sets me down on the cold command station.
I whimper when his cock rubs against me, the scorching heat of his skin melting me into a panting, begging mess.
He guides the head of his member through my slit, wetting it and watching my reaction.
I gasp as he glides it across my clit, his pelvic muscles thrusting as if involuntary.
“You have no idea how many times I have thought of fucking you in this cockpit.” His pupils are completely blown out, his expression transformed by desire.
I slide my hand down and wrap my palm around his shaft in a firm grip, eliciting a hiss through his teeth.
He is prolonging this, drawing it out and savoring each sensation, but the ache in my core is almost painful now.
“August, please don’t make me wait like I made you wait.”
The muscles in his shoulders tense under my touch as he leans forward, pressing his forehead to mine as he slowly enters me.
He feeds himself deeper and deeper into my channel, each unhurried, torturous thrust sending a rippling shock wave through me.
“By the three worlds, Callia.” He pants out a breath, sheathing himself to the base. “You have ruined me.”
I cling to him, pulling him closer with each deliberate pump. “Don’t stop,” I beg when he pauses to kiss me, breathing hard into my mouth when my core clasps him.
