He watched as she kicked off her shoes and sat on the edge of the air mattress. Slowly, she scooted backwards until she reached the tarnished brass headboard. There, she settled on her back and lifted her arms up to him in silent invitation. Toeing off his own shoes, he climbed onto the bed and crawled on hands and knees to where he hovered over her.
Reaching up with both hands, Ingrid grabbed the bottom of his t-shirt. “Let’s get this out of the way first.” Lifting it over his head, she let the garment drift to the floor beside the bed. Her eyes widened as she reached out and placed a palm against his sternum, and he wondered what was going through her mind.
Her long fingers traced sculpted muscles, caressing the light furring that ran in a thin line down his stomach and disappeared below the waistband of his pants. “G8, when you shed your skin, does that include your hair?”
“Yep. Every bit of it.”
A teasing smile crossed her lips. “Then you’re baby smooth down there?”
He caught her implication, and he felt a warmth come over his face as he blushed. “Just like on my head, and face, and arms.”
“Do you ever shave? Your face, I mean.”
“I used to when I was younger. After a while I just gave up. Why?” Then it dawned on him. G8 ran a hand over the stubble studding his cheeks. “Does my beard irritate you?”
“It’s starting to. Don’t worry about it.”
She stroked him, and her fingertips left tiny trails of fire in their wake. When she brushed his nipples, they responded by jumping to attention, as did he, making her laugh softly. “God, you’re beautiful.”
Her hand wiped his ribcage. Her nails lightly raked the skin there, making him jump again. His reaction got a giggle out of her. “You’re ticklish there, aren’t you?”
G8 reached over to point at her feet and gave her an impish smile. “How about you? Are you ticklish?’
Ingrid answered with a giggle.
That did it. He couldn’t wait any longer. His hands went up behind her and pulled her against him as he swooped down to take her lips. She parted beneath him, beseeching silently for him to claim her. All of her. Now.
Wave after wave of heat flashed through them as his tongue tangled with hers, and his hands shoved her more firmly along his body. Unconsciously one hand dipped upward into the warm wash of hair framing her face. His other hand found her slim waist, then probed farther downward, until he reached her pants. There was nothing to prevent him from slipping inside and finding her buttocks, clutching their firm roundness, then shoving her along that part of him that continued to swell and jerk, demanding release.
His heart was pounding like a runaway team of horses, galloping in mad frenzy. Ingrid was moaning softly and trying to pull him closer to her, against her. Inside her.
Grabbing her t-shirt, he jerked it over her head so he could finally see what he had briefly touched earlier. Her breasts were small but beautiful. Round and perfectly formed. Her nipples were the same color as her lips, enticing him to taste their richness.
He pushed her backwards onto the sheets, following her with his lips and tongue until he reached one dark, tight peak. Sweet heavens, but she tasted even better than any dessert. Rich and soft. Her skin was creamy white and more fragrant than any perfume.
It felt like every nerve in his body had taken a direct route south, forcing him to focus on the growing need to consummate untold years of wishful, wet dreams. With one hand cupping her other breast, he continued to suckle, swirling his tongue around the tip and gently teething it until she jerked slightly beneath him. Quickly he glanced up into her face to see if he was hurting her. There was no pain evident in her smoldering look.
“That feels so good,” she admitted in a whisper.
“No wrong moves?”
“Not a one,” she murmured, her face flushed.
It was all he needed to know. He bent over to take her other breast when she ran her fingers through his hair.
“Touch me…there.”
She lifted her hips so he could slide the pants off her. Seeing her lying across his bed, gloriously naked and open to him, brought a wave of dizziness. It was too incredible, too unreal, and way beyond anything he had ever imagined. Far better than the videos the scientists had shown them. Far exceeding anything he’d read.
Not until now. Now it was like his whole world had been building up to this moment when he and Ingrid could finally be the one complete person he’d heard two people could be.
Slowly, he trailed his fingers down her quivering abdomen until he reached the soft pillow of curls that appeared golden in the moonlight. Tentatively he reached down even farther, touching the folds of her lower lips, then deeper. She gasped lightly and spread her thighs farther apart as he stroked her, letting her moistness coat his hand and fingers.
She was like wet silk. Warm, vibrating, wet silk. G8 shook his head. It was getting more and more difficult to concentrate on what he was doing. Primitive voices in his head were urging him to take her, to crawl up over her beautiful body and slide deep inside her, but he couldn’t. Not yet.
Her hand reached down to touch his wrist. Glancing up, he could see her watching him.
“I want to feel you inside me.”
