My lips screw up in a frown as I picture the men who sit in that honor. “I’d really rather not, if that’s all the same to you.”
“You Icorians,” he sighs as he swoops down and connects his lips with mine.
My heart flutters at the intimate connection, and I try to pull away, but Ethan is there. It’s as if he anticipates my movements. His hand slides behind my head as he holds me in place and invades my mouth.
Tingles flow through my body as he slips his tongue into my mouth and moves it in and out in an aching mimicry of what his fingers were doing earlier. What I would give to feel them there again. My hips move on their own accord, rising and down as I seek relief to a need I never knew I had before.
Until now, release was a need that was met with precision. There was nothing drawn out. It was all very straightforward. This is messy. This is raw. This is utterly devastating.
Still, he hovers above me, fucking my mouth with his tongue, swallowing every gasp into him as if he owns it, just as he owns me. As much as I want to keep fighting, I can’t. He’s right. I need this. I need him to take over and make me feel. I don’t want to think anymore. I just want to be small, insignificant, without any pressures or demands.
Little Icorian.
For these few precious moments, I just want to be this human bull’s little plaything, his Icorian plaything. I want to be his and his alone.
“Hands above your head, Zilara.”
This time, I don’t even fight him. I can’t. He’s won. Somehow, this model, this inconsequential human, has turned everything I know into something that doesn’t matter.
A hum of satisfaction purrs in the back of my throat as I lift my hands in the air and cross my wrists above my head.
“Don’t move them. If you do, I’ll stop.”
“Stop what?”
His finger rests heavy on my lips. “You don’t have to know everything, sweetheart. Just close your eyes and feel.”
His command feels wrong. It feels nearly impossible. Taking in a deep breath, I do as he orders and close my eyes. Stillness settles heavy on my skin as I strain in the silence to figure out what he’s going to do.
Bugs buzz in the distance. Birds sing out, chirping in the most melodious manner. Theoretically, I knew we possessed such things on Icora, but I don’t think I ever took the time to listen. It’s relaxing in a way, lulling even.
As my body settles into the warm earth, his hands skim my ankles until they rest on my feet so he can unlatch my shoes and take them off. Without them to impede anything, my uniform is next, leaving me completely naked and vulnerable. Somehow, in this precious, perfect moment, I find that I actually care. For the first time, I feel safe, wanted, and desired.
“Spread your legs,” he calls out. “Bring them out as far as they can go. That’s my good girl.” His praise burns my ears even as more arousal gathers at my lower lips. “Ahhh. So you like it when I’m domineering and sweet. Noted.”
Heat tinges my cheeks, but I stay silent. I wait on bated breath to feel what he’ll do next. I don’t want to say the wrong thing or anger him in a way that will make him stop. My soul screams for satisfaction, and I know I’ll only get it on his terms.
His fingers glide over my legs and thighs as he maneuvers me how he wants. Soon, his hands cup under my ass as he eases mylegs over his shoulders. Hot breath scalds me as hovers so close to where I want him the most.
Why is he down there? Why does he long to debase me like this? Why can’t he just fuck me like an Icorian and carry on with the rest of his day?
As these questions swirl through my brain, they scatter like chaff on the wind the moment something hot, wet, and firm brushes against my clit. His tongue. It has to be. On instinct, my hands fly down to his head to stop him, to pull him away.
The instant I move, he stops, leaving me bereft. I hunch up a touch so I can see him. For some reason, the scandalous vision of him between my thighs makes everything clench up with abject need. My fingers hover inches from his hair, but he doesn’t resume. He simply blinks up at me from between my thighs.
“What did I say?” His words fairly hum against my sensitive flesh, drawing a groan from my lips.
“I- You can’t. I can’t-”
“What. Did. I. Say?”
The commanding tone in his voice snaps something in me. It’s as if my body no longer belongs to me but to the man servicing me with a desire and reverence that has my thighs shaking. Lying back down, I put my hands above my head and close my eyes.
Ethan doesn’t waste any time. Once I’m back in position, his mouth is back on that most intimate part of me. He devours me, licking, sucking, kissing, leaving no inch unmolested. Oh, but celestials, it feels like heaven to have him lick me, to have him pleasure me in a way that only the basest of creatures can experience.
Soft, erotic moans flit past my lips as I lie there, helpless as pure bliss ripples through my body. I’ve had releases before, but nothing like this. The sensations flooding my system leave metwisting and turning in his grip. They make me feral for him, desperate to feel his body join with mine.
“P- please,” I cry out as I clench my fingers in a fist.
