“I did most of the restoration,” he said, shrugging like spaceship restoration was no big deal.
“That’s so cool,” I said, watching him. “It must mean a lot to you.”
Oh, yeah. Something was happening in there. His face smoothed out into a careful expression, his chest filling with a deep breath.
“Yeah,” he said. “I guess. I like vintage things. You might not like it, though. The vessels they make now have more passenger features. Better kitchens, more space. We can get something new if you want.”
If I want. It’s up to the female.
“But you like this one,” I said, slipping my hand around his forearm. “I think it’s nice. I can get with the retro vibe. It looks like something off the Jetsons.”
Yiri’s face creased as whatever translation he was getting explained my reference. “It reminds you of children’s entertainment?”
“Retro-futuristic children’s entertainment,” I said.
CHAPTER 21
YIRI
I never putmuch faith inIbarbefore I saw Cora on BMM. Maybe that’s why I was being tested to the limits of my resolve to be a good mate. A lifetime of living hard and fast, making my own rules, breaking bodies, and ending lives was stacked up against me, and now I had to pay. Pay with patience in the presence of this little female who smelled better than I could ever have imagined. Like zibe nectar, sweet and ripe.Fuck. I wanted to taste the dew between her thighs more than I wanted to be inside her. And I wanted to be inside her more than I wanted my next breath. I had never needed a female’s body this desperately before. I knew it would be like this. I had over two months to prepare myself. But expecting it and living it were vastly different things. I could have braced for this desire for years, and I would never have been ready.
After a light meal of fruit and cold cooked meat, Cora said she was tired. Coming out of stasis does that to a body. She would likely be tired for up to a week. She asked what I would do while she slept, and I stupidly said I would sleep, too. I could have said anything else, and then fallen asleep on the couch after a while. Butno. I said I would sleep, so my sweet little wife crawled into the bed I bought just for her and insisted I lie down with her.
So I lay there.
For six hours.
Smelling her, feeling the warmth of her body so close to mine, but not touching. She was inches away. I could lift my hand and put it down on her hip. I could let my thumb stroke the soft section of skin exposed when her top shifted up in her sleep. I could bury my nose in her hair, and pull her body against mine, feel the heat and the softness of her.
My cock throbbed, my balls ached with heavy fullness, but I didn’t dare move. If I did, I might forget why I should let her come to me. I might lose my head and take what wasn’t mine yet before she had a chance to give it. So I lay there, teeth and fists clenched, watching her sleep out of the corner of my eye. Couldn’t even look at her too long. Not when her long, dark hair was mussed by the pillow and her lips were slightly parted. She made an unhappy noise in her sleep, her eyelashes fluttering against rosy cheeks. Should I wake her? Was something wrong?
“Dead….” She breathed the word, her face crumpling. “I’m not… dead….”
“Aneah.” I cupped her cheek, the warmth of her skin reassuring, but not enough.Dead? Why would she say that?
Cora turned her head, leaning into my touch. Her breath hitched, and she rolled toward me, her hands seeking. One landed flat on my chest, and the rest of her followed. One second, there was a careful distance between us, protecting her from the rough desire I held at bay, and the next, she was plastered to my side, one arm and leg thrown over my body, and her face nuzzling against my pec.
“Cora,” I groaned quietly. Her thigh lay across my aching cock, the sudden pressure increasing my need painfully. “Fuuuuck.” I had to wake her now, right? She didn’t know what she was doing. It was an intimacy she hadn’t really consented to. But damn, it felt good.
“I’m not dead,” she murmured again, sounding more certain this time.
My chest squeezed. What kind of dream was my little mate having to make her say something so terrible?
“No, you aren’t,Aneah,” I said, hugging her close. “You’re mine now. I’ll keep you safe forever.”
I turned my head, nosing into her hair to enjoy her scent. I kept my hands on her back, not allowing them to wander to all the places I was hungry to explore.In her time. When she was ready, she would let me know. But with her close, it was easier to sleep.
I woke to the tantalizing scent of zibe nectar and a sleeping, writhing human mostly on top of me. Cora moaned and shifted, eyes still closed, as I took stock of myself and her. She had moved in her sleep, and so had I. Her hand was under my shirt, fingers splayed across my abdomen, and her hips had swiveled up so her thigh was no longer pinning my dick to my belly. No, now it was trapped beneath her fabric covered cunt. She whined softly in her sleep and tilted her hips back and forth, rubbing against my painfully hard shaft. The seam of her leggings was damp, the source of the nectar in the air.
I wasn’t innocent here either. One of my hands had migrated south to cup one side of her shapely behind, and the other was hooked over her thigh, keeping it pulled high and close over me. My fingertips dug into the soft flesh there, as if I’d grabbed hold of her in an unconscious bid to keep my fingers from traveling higher to tease the wet seam of her pants. Pre-cum leaked from my tip at the thought. I would have been more concerned about it if she wasn’t pressing that needy little pussy against me in tiny,rhythmless thrusts. Against my side and chest, her nipples were hardened buds, begging to be sucked and plucked between my fingers.
I groaned, deep and low. It would take nothing to roll on top of her, tear the soft leggings down the middle, lower my pants, and push into her hot, wet center. As soon as my little wife saidgo, I was going to show her what kind of beast she married. I didn’t try to hide the rough edges of my personality when we talked over BMM, and while I hadn’t told her everything, she knew I wasn’t a good male. And my new faith inIbarsaid I was made for her, just as she was made for me. So I didn’t worry that she wouldn’t like the way I planned to love her body. I just worried she would sleep the whole way back to Eissoi and I’d have an aching erection the whole fucking time.
Cora let out a breathy sigh and rolled her hips again, her hot little pussy lips spreading over my cock. Even through our clothes, I felt the way her body gave to mine. Her hand slipped to my side, her fingers grasping for clumsy purchase as she rocked against me. My hand tightened on her rear, supporting her as she moved against me. I was just… helping her. Helping her stroke my cock with her greedy little cunt so she could get off and continue sleeping peacefully. And she took the help, her hips working harder against me, the swollen nub of her clit dragging up and down my shaft with more insistence.
I wet my lips and sank my head back into the pillow. “Yes,Aneah,” I said in a hushed growl. “It’s for you, little wife. Use it however you want.”
Her rhythm was lethargic and erratic, not very efficient for chasing an orgasm. I thought for a moment she might wake up, because her body wanted to get there badly. But with a frustrated whimper, she slumped, defeated by fatigue. Her sigh was pitiful, and the expression on her sleeping face was worse.
