Lyk covered her body with his own, his body electric with each point of contact between skin and skin. He cupped her face, bringing her mouth to his and sampling her once more. He already knew that he’d never get enough of her sweet kisses.
She had passion, he already knew that, but what he wasn’t expecting was the hint of innocence. Ally was young, a human in her early twenties, he assumed, but few women he’d met were completely inexperienced at her age. It was clear she knew how to kiss, but she hadn’t put that knowledge into practice very often.
That hint of innocence was as intriguing as it was beguiling. Every moment spent kissing her, spent touching her, brought him more deeply under her spell. As he made love to her mouth, his hands slipped lower, caressing, appreciating, worshipping each delectable part of her body.
Ally moved up to her elbows, her arms slipping behind her to unfasten her bra. She threw it off without hesitation, exposing herself to his hungry gaze.
Her breasts were high, firm, and round, perfect handfuls that made his cock shoot hard as stone. Lyk replaced his hands with his mouth, laving his tongue over her flesh until she shivered. When his tongue circled her turgid nipple, Ally grabbed his head forcefully, holding him in place.
Smiling against her breast, Lyk felt awash with pride. His woman loved the way he touched her. She wanted more. And he couldn’t wait to give it to her.
He moved from one nipple to the other, making sure they were hard and aching little points. Ally was squirming beneath him, her head thrashing against the bed.
“Please,” she said after a moment, her voice hoarse and low.
Lyk lifted his head to look at her, satisfaction flowing through him when he saw her features flushed with the passion. “You never need to beg, sweetheart. I’m going to give you every fucking last drop of pleasure.”
He returned to his work, redoubling his efforts until she was shaking beneath him. Even then, it was hard to tear himself away from those pale globes of perfection.
Kissing his way lower, he could feel her belly tremble, could see the little pleasure bumps raising and rippling across her skin. Before long, he reached the border of her little white panties. He could smell her through the fabric, and his mouth started to water.
Pressing his face to the apex of her thighs, he inhaled, savoring the scent of her arousal. Everything about this woman turned him on, and his cock was throbbing against his thigh. He wasn’t sure how much longer he could hold himself back, but one thing was certain. He had to taste her first.
Ever so slowly, Lyk peeled off her panties, revealing the most flawless pussy he’d ever seen. There was a small crest of light brown curls leading to the gates of heaven itself.
“I’m going to devour you whole, little girl,” he murmured, then used his thumbs to spread her folds. “Sheer perfection.” Sliding his hands under her, he molded her spectacular ass in his hands, pulling her closer before burying his face in her fragrance.
She bucked beneath him as he licked her, and he couldn’t resist a chuckle. His woman was so passionate, so ripe. Then he got a taste of her and his chuckle turned to a growl. He felt fierce,protective, enraptured. He would be the only one to taste this honey from this day forward.
Her nectar was addictive, and he probed deeper, needing to swallow every drop. Ally cried out, her legs falling wider as he held her against his face, his tongue claiming her, laving every inch of her sweetness.
“Lyk!” she cried, her tone a combination of wonder and surprise. “Don’t stop!”
Never, sweetheart. I’ll never stop.
He didn’t even know if he could. Letting out another growl, his tongue circled her sensitive nub before sucking it between his lips.
Ally’s hips flew up from the bed as she let out a shout and began to quiver. Her inner muscles flexed over and over uncontrollably as she reached her climax. He reveled in her orgasm, his tongue lapping up every drop.
His cock was aching, and Lyk thought it was about time to claim her in earnest. The thought of this sweet pussy taking him was almost enough to make him climax, but he fought against it.Maybe I’ll make her come a half dozen times with my mouth before I push inside her.
The console behind him buzzed, and Lyk lifted his head, letting out a string of curses.Why now, of all times?
With a groan, he slid off the bed and went to the console at his desk, one that faced the wall so he knew no one would get a peek at the naked female on his bed. “What?” he snapped when he hit the button.
Celdrake’s image appeared before him. “You weren’t answering your comm.”
“You ever think there might be a reason for that?”
The cyborg’s eyes narrowed. “We’ve got trouble.”
“Spill.”
“I’d rather show you.” As Lyk watched, the image shifted from Celdrake to the main viewscreen.
Off the bow of the cruiser sat four ships with a familiar make.
“Fuck!” Lyk shouted. “Stay put and do not establish contact with the ships until I reach the bridge.”
