“Touch me there again,keeshla,” Katem growls the command.
Okay, so definitely not hurt.
I do as he says, wrapping my fingers around the base of it, and his eyes close as a shiver wracks his body. Ever so slowly, we learn how to touch each other—his hands growing bold as mine do the same. Hepalms my breast, kneading it, and plucking the sensitive tip. I let out a soft sigh, and he stops.
“Good?” he asks.
“Really good,” I breathe. “Keep doing that, please.”
He does as I ask, eager to give me pleasure—taking his time, exploring. His hands roam further down, where he discovers the ticklish place right below my ribs just before capturing my lips in another deep kiss. I giggle into his mouth and he matches me with a laugh of his own. He seeks out and finds all the places that make me gasp and makes the wetness spill from between my thighs.
Then he finds my clit.
His fingers are soft and questioning, dragging through my arousal before flicking my clit. I let out a little yelp of surprise and pleasure—being touched by him is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced—and he stops short.
“Are you hurt,keeshla?” he asks.
I shake my head. “No, that’s…” I hold his wrist in place. “That spot is really sensitive. You can—should—keep touching it.”
He begins to draw slow circles with his thumb, smiling as he watches me come undone. “Ah,” he murmurs. “Perhaps I will explore this place with my mouth one day—if it makes you moan so loudly.”
I pant with desire and throw my head back, almost unable to bear the overwhelming need coursing through me. It’s too much and yet not enough. Katem won’t stop, can’t, not when he’s enjoying the learning process so much. I rock my hips, on the brink of orgasm, but I don’t want to come yet.
Once again, I reach for him, boldly taking his cock in my hand. “I want you inside me.”
He growls in assent and settles between my thighs, his weight comforting, and I know I’m safe with him—that this is exactly what I’ve been waiting for.
His strange, alien cock prods my pussy. His growl sends a rumbling vibration through me. I shake with it.Then he pushes inside—slowly. My flesh stretches around him, and I clutch his shoulders, needing to anchor myself as I experience both pleasure and pain. As if sensing the sting I’m feeling, he draws back.
My hold tightens, fingernails biting into his skin.
“No, don’t stop.”
“I am hurting you,” he says.
“Only a little. It feels good, too.” I clench down, trying to pull him inside me once more. “Please, keep going.”
Katem hesitates, weighing whether or not to continue, until finally, he inches forward again. Both of us are breathing heavy.
“Kiss me.”
He does so. Softly. Gently. He shifts again and the stinging grows and swells. He reaches between us and rubs my clit, bringing back the toe-curling pleasure from before. Our kiss becomes more urgent. Just…more.
“I’m sorry,” he mumbles against my lips, and then he thrusts upward hard and the sting becomes a sharp pinch.
I release a pained cry, and Katem swallows it down. He holds himself still while my body adjusts to the feel of him, and his jaw clenches with the effort it takes. I shift my hips and above me he groans, dropping his head to rest his brow bones against my forehead.
“You feel so good,keeshla,” he groans.
Then he moves, rocking his pelvis, grinding against me, and deepening the penetration. I push my hips upward, needing something I can almost reach out and touch. I’m starving for him, racing toward orgasm, dying to have him deeper, harder, faster. Katem pulls out and thrusts back in, building speed and momentum until the only thing that can happen is a booming crash. He increases the friction against my clit, varying the way he rubs and circles it. I’m so close…soclose.
“Katem,” I gasp.
“Let go,” he orders.
A spark is lit and the ember pops, a brilliant light that explodes in a rainbow.An orgasm rips through me. I scream his name and buck my hips. There’s a deep pressure inside me as he roars out his own release. Scalding heat burns me and I’m flooded with the warmth of his seed that soothes most of the pain.
Being with him had been more than even my imagination could have made up.
