Lainey’s fingers resumed untying the laces and though his hand was still wrapped around her wrist, he didn’t stop her.
“I just want a peek,” she said, almost to herself.
Then I’ll stop this madness, she added silently. It had already gone a lot farther than she’d originally intended.
But she was burning up with need so potent that she felt feverish. She feared she wouldn’t be able to stop, even if she told herself she should.
Kirov groaned, low in his throat, the sound further weakening her resolve. It was a purely masculine sound, one that lit her blood on fire, that made her want to see what other sounds she could wring from him.
When the lacings finally gave way, Lainey reached inside for her reward.
Kirov hissed, his hips jerking, when she wrapped a hand around his hot, thick, pulsing cock.
Oh my God.
When she pulled it free, she looked down between them with widened eyes. She licked her lips as she stared down at him, all thought gone, her mind blank.
“Fates,donotlick those lips when you look at my cock,luxiva,” he grated, his voice deepening with every word. “Or else I will think you want a taste.”
God help her, but shedid.
She tried to squeeze her thighs together, but remembered she was straddling his hips. Unless she rocked against him, there would be no relief for the heat building in her pussy, threatening to consume her.
Pre-cum pushed from the slit at the head of his cock as Lainey gently ran her fingers over the knobs that ran directly along the top, tracing them from the base, all the way to the rounded tip.
He would feelamazinginside her.
If he fits, she couldn’t help but add.
Because he was huge. Not just his length, but his girth. She couldn’t even wrap her hand all the way around him and if she gave him a blowjob, she highly doubted she’d be able to take more than a few inches.
Look at you thinking about the logistics, girl,her mind whispered.You said you only wanted a peek and now you’re wondering how best to fit him inside your mouth.
Kirov’s hips jerked again, that low groan sounding like he was in pain, when she circled the slit of his cock, soaking the pad of her finger in his pre-cum. It was iridescent in the moonlight, shimmering.
She felt a drop of her arousal leak down her thigh the same moment his hands moved. Lainey gasped as they slid up her bare legs, up past her tunic. He clenched them around her hips, kneading her flesh there, his claws pricking into her skin. Not enough to hurt, but enough to keep her on edge.
She was burning up. Everywhere.
“Take it off,” she gasped, gripping his cock harder, when he shifted her tunic up.
It certainly didn’t take him long to do just that. In the next moment, her tunic was ripped off over her head, making her release his thick cock for a moment, and she was sitting in his lap, completely naked.
How’s this for escalation? she couldn’t help but think.
She didn’t care. Now right then. Tomorrow, she would curse herself for why she’d allowed this to happen, especially when she was growing a little bit obsessed with the alien currently looking at her like she was the goddamn moon, all bright and lovely.
A rough sound tore from his throat and Lainey cried out in surprise when he flipped them over, moving so quickly she didn’t even have to blink before she was on her back on the river bank. The blue moss underneath her felt like velvet and out of the corner of her eye, she saw a flash of pink. A firefly had come closer.
Dirty little voyeurs.
“You are…” he growled, his blue eyes roving over her, his fully clothed body hovering over hers. Lainey pushed her breasts up a little, allowing him to look his fill. She was proud of her tits, even though one was slightly smaller than the other. It had bothered her when she’d been younger, but now…they were fucking great.
When Kirov seemed to lose his train of thought, she grinned. Apparently, he thought they were pretty fucking great too. They had the genius Luxirian tongue-tied.
“Yes?” she whispered, shamelessly fishing for his compliments. She felt his cock bob on her abdomen between them and her lips parted when she felt itthrobon her skin.
Gently, he slid his fingers from her collarbone, to between her breasts—making her breath hitch—to circle her belly button, before curling around her left hip. It was like he’d trailed a path of fire over her skin. He watched as her nipples puckered even further and he thumbed over one peak suddenly, making her back arch, a desperate moan tumbling from her throat.
