He stabs the sword into the sand many times in different spots. “Stay away, ocean Bigs!” he growls. “Dorie is a warrior! Not prey!”
I take a step back, still holding his massive hand. I’m not even sure if it was anything. Maybe just a piece of seaweed or driftwood. Or most likely nothing at all, simply an overreaction to the tentacled monster we saw the other day.
He turns and looks me up and down. “Show your foot.”
I lift one foot out of the water, and he inspects it in the moonlight. “No injury there.”
“Didn’t hurt,” I tell him. “Just touch. Soft.” My heart beats fast. I think it’s because of him, not the potential sea monster.
“That’s bad enough.” He stabs the sword into the water a few more times for good measure, giving me a good look at his butt, which is all muscle. Oh my God… how can I resist this incredible male?
“Did it only touch your foot?”
“Maybe touch other places, too.” The breath catches in my throat. I’m being quite forward. But that’s fine. This planet could kill me at any time. And it has really tried. Now I want some pleasure from it before it succeeds.
Kenz’ox’s eyes snap to mine. The blue moon catches the hard glint in them, and for a heartbeat the only sound is the hiss ofwaves. Then he closes the space between us in one fluid stride. His hands slide down my waist, his fingers hook under my thighs, and he lifts me clear of the water as if I weigh nothing. The cool night air kisses my wet skin. The heat of his chest sears through me.
“Other places,” he rumbles, and there’s a gravelly note to his voice.
He carries me to the dry part of the beach, drops his sword, and lowers me onto the soft rise of a dune. The grains are still sun-warm beneath my back. He kneels between my legs. Moonlight paints the ridges of his massive shoulders in blue. His palms glide up my calves, parting them slowly, reverently, until I’m open to the stars and to him.
“I will Worship you,” he tells me, looking me in the eye. It’s his way of asking if I want it.
Even if I didn’t know what that was, his intent is very clear.
“Do it,” I gasp, as my lips start to feel stiff. “Worship me.”
The first touch of his tongue is a shock of velvet heat, tracing the seam of me with deliberate hunger. I gasp again. My fingers tangle in the fine strands of his hair. Then my hips arch off the sand as he growls against my flesh, and the alien beach disappears beneath the tide of his mouth.
Kenz’ox’s tongue circles my clit with maddening patience, then flicks hard enough to draw a broken cry from my throat. For a second, I worry about his beard, but if it is touching me now, it’s all silky and pleasant.
Nothing exists except the wet heat of his mouth, the touch of his fangs on tender skin, and the low growl rumbling from his chest straight into my core.
My back bows and sand clings to my shoulders, my hair, and my thighs.
Kenz’ox doesn’t pause. He sucks, gentle and fierce, until the pleasure coils so tight I can’t breathe.
“Please…” The word tears out, raw and shameless. He can do anything to me now, and he knows it. I swear he’s holding me just short of the edge on purpose. He must sense how close I am.
My whimpers become urgent, and finally he decides to finish it. He answers with a swirl of his tongue, and the world comes apart. I come hard. My thighs clamp around his head and my heels dig into the dune. Stars burst behind my eyes while waves of heat pulse through me, again, again, until I’m trembling and gasping.
Kenz’ox gentles his touch, lapping slowly, drawing out every aftershock until I sag softly against the sand. Only then does he lift his head, blue eyes outshining the moonlight. Salt and sex glisten on his lips.
He presses a kiss to the inside of my knee, then slowly gets to his feet. “Worship is… wonderful.”
“No kidding.” I watch through slitted eyes as he finds his loincloth and sword. He struggles to encase his hardness, and even with the loincloth on, his arousal is obvious. Not least because he does have two.
Oh my… I’ve pent up a lot of heat and need. Years of it. And this was incredible. But it hasn’t made a dent in my need.
He gets the spear and my jumpsuit and places them next to me. “I don’t want you here alone.”
I slowly stand up on knees that threaten to buckle, steady myself on the caveman, and put my jumpsuit on. He carries my spear, and I keep a good hold of him until we’re back at the saucer.
Aker’iz wakes up as he lifts her down from her tree.
My knees are recovering, so I tidy up the fire ring and check on the mug I made. The kiln has cooled down, and while it’s not my finest work, the mug gives a littlepingwhen I tap it. So it’s not cracked and should be watertight.
Kenz’ox comes back out and stands framed in the blue light from inside. There’s still a bulge in his loincloth. Well, Iamthe first woman he’s ever seen, but he ate me out like he’d done it a thousand times before. Those shamans know a thing or two about it, that’s for sure. Even now, the tingles are still there, wanting more.
