Lainey latched her lips over him even tighter, moaning in response, making it obvious where she wanted him to cum.
His eyes widened briefly before his head was thrown back, his back arching, his hips jerking. Lainey continued to suckle him, continued to stroke him hard and fast, as jets of his warm cum flew into her mouth, lashing over her tongue and down her throat.
And as if that was what her body had been waiting for, Lainey screamed around his cock, squeezing her eyes tight, as an unexpected, powerful orgasm rocked her.
Kirov filled her mouth with so much cum that eventually Lainey had to pull away to swallow and he bellowed a rough sound as the last of the spurts pushed out from the tip before he fell back against the ledge, his chest heaving, his cock twitching.
Lainey continued to stroke him gently, seeing him through the little aftershocks of his strong orgasm as hers made her clit throb.
When Kirov finally lifted his head, he growled, immediately pushing off the ledge, catching her around the waist.
He kissed her, taking her lips in a rough, intense, claiming kiss, not caring that she’d just swallowed buckets of his cum.
“Luxiva,” he growled. “That was…”
“Amazing?” she provided for him, her gaze half-lidded when she pulled back to look at him. She felt a little drugged, relaxed from her orgasm, happy that she’d given her male pleasure.
“That is not an adequate enough word to describe it,” he teased, continuing to rain kisses over her face.
Note-to-self,blowjobs make Kirov very, very happy, she thought, grinning.
“I am eager to return the favor,” he rasped.
She opened her mouth but just then, her stomach growled. Loudly.
He froze.
Then he exploded with, “Vrax!” It was so loud it made her jump. “I did not send for your meal. Lani, I am—”
And because Lainey could see that he felt awful about that, that he was about to begin apologizing profusely, and because she didn’t want to ruin the moment, she pressed her fingers to his lips.
“It’s okay.”
“Nix, it is not—”
“Kirov,” she said. “Stop. You got a free pass today, okay? Tomorrow will be another story though, so don’t forget,” she tried to joke.
He felt awful. Lainey could see that written plainly on his face and she sighed, fearing the moment had officially been ruined. All the tension she’d helped him release returned, tightening his muscles, bunching his shoulders.
“Come,” he said, his voice rough, leading her to the stairs of the bath. “I will send for food immediately.”
“Maybe a kitchen wouldn’t be such a bad thing after all,” she commented under her breath.
“Tev, which is why I will begin to design one for you immediately,” he growled.
She sighed. When he helped dry her off with short, quick strokes, she touched his shoulder before placing her hands over his.
“Hey.”
His dark eyes looked at her and she read the guilt there. Her chest ached.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, making him drop the soft towel.
“It’s not that big of a deal, okay?”
“Tev, it is,” he growled roughly. “You aremyfemale. It is my responsibility to make sure you are safe, taken care of,fed. As your male, Ineedto provide these things for you. And instead, I brought you to a new place, left you almost all span, and forgot to send for your meals.”
“We’re new at this. So am I,” she said, trying to calm him down, trying to reassure him. “Give yourself a break.”
