She lifts on her toes and kisses me. Just a soft press. Almost nothing. But it hits like lightning. My hands tighten around her waist; she gasps against my lips. The sound sends heat rushing through me.
I pull back a fraction. “Dorie…” I warn, because I’m losing the strength to be gentle.
She shakes her head and pulls me down again, kissing me harder. Her fingers slide up the back of my neck. “Don’t,” she breathes. “Don’t stop.”
I close the hatch to the ship almost all the way, leaving just a thin line of yellow light around the edge. My hands find Dorie’s hips.
Her hand strokes along the front of my loincloth.
She trembles with want. Or maybe I do—it’s hard to tell.
I lift her easily.
She wraps her legs around me.
16
–Theodora–
He lifts me like I weigh nothing, and my legs wrap around his waist on pure instinct. The hard, impossible heat of him presses right against my center through the thin suit, and I can’t stop the tiny, desperate sound that slips out of me.
Kenz’ox carries me the few steps to the pile of furs by the campfire and lowers me so slowly I feel every thick inch dragging over my clit. My back hits the softness and the air leaves my lungs in a rush.
His mouth is on mine before I can breathe again, kissing me like he’s starving. I claw at the knot of his loincloth, frantic, because I need to feel him bare, need to know this is really happening. The leather falls away and my hands close around his biggest shaft. I stroke once and he growls into my mouth, hips jerking.
I’m shaking. I’m terrified I’ll wake Aker’iz, terrified I’ll cry from how much I want this, terrified tomorrow will rip everything away. But right now I just need him inside me so there’s no room left for fear.
He rips my suit open like it’s paper. Cool air hits my skin, then his mouth closes over my nipple and I arch so hard my spine leaves the furs. I bite my lip until I taste blood, trying to stay quiet, but when his huge hand slides between my thighs and finds how wet I am, a broken moan tears out anyway.
“Kenz’ox, inside, please…”
He drags the suit the rest of the way off me, spreads my legs wide, and settles between them. The blunt head of his big cock nudges my entrance, stretching me even with that much, and my breath catches on a sob as the smaller one caresses my seam to soothe.
I’ve seen his shaft and its features, how impossible he is—but it worked last time. It will work again. And it will work better.
He pushes in.
The head breaches me and I whimper, high and helpless. My whole body lights up with white-hot fire. I slap a hand over my mouth, eyes flying open, but he just keeps coming, slow and unstoppable, until I’m stuffed so full I can’t tell where I end and he begins.
I’m trembling, stretched open, impaled—and it’s perfect.
He pauses, buried to the root, and I can feel him pulsing slowly inside me, two separate heartbeats throbbing in the same place. My inner walls flutter around him, trying to adjust, trying to pull him even deeper.
I shake my head frantically behind my hand and roll my hips to tell him.
He pulls back and drives in again, hard.
The sound that rips out of me is loud, raw, nothing like quiet. I don’t care anymore. I can’t. Every thrust drags both shafts over places I didn’t know existed, sparks exploding behind my eyes. He hooks my knee higher, opens me wider, and suddenly he’s even deeper, grinding against my clit with every roll of his hips.
I’m sobbing into my own palm, tears leaking from the corners of my eyes, pleasure coiling so tight I’m scared I’ll fly apart.
He leans down, lips brushing my ear. “Let go, Dorie.”
One more deep, grinding thrust and I do. My whole body seizes, clamping down on his shaft, and the cry that tears out of me echoes off the walls of the ship. I hear Aker’iz stir, a sleepy little chirp from inside, but I’m too far gone to stop the aftershocks ripping through me.
Kenz’ox groans like he’s dying, thrusts twice more, and then he’s coming. The feel of it drags another helpless shudder from me.
He collapses half on top of me, careful even now not to crush me, and I cling to him, legs still locked around his waist, terrified to let go.
