She curled her one leg across his hips and rode his thigh upward until she could use her foot on his ass to bring his pelvis tightly against hers.
They lay entwined in that manner for some time, exchanging breaths, content to merely rub sinuously against one another while they explored one another’s mouths with lips and tongue.
He broke the kiss eventually to explore further, tearing the halves of her suit front away to expose bare, tender flesh to the tortuous movements and textures of his lips, his tongue, and the sharp edge of his teeth. Annika gloried in it, enjoyed every titillating stroke of his tongue, every pull of his mouth on tender skin, every electrifying scrape of his teeth. For a time, she was content to relish the heat he was building in her, felt the pleasure arising from his touch was all she wanted or needed. After a time, though, she began to feel swollen, achy, and throbbing all over. A sense of desperation began to invade her, to take hold of her more and more persistently, edging aside her pleasure in his touch.
She neededmore!
And she began to urge him to give her more, riding his thigh in a rhythmic dance that brought her against his erection over and over until he pushed her to her back and stripped the suit from her.
Their last encounter/first, danced through her mind as he aligned his cock with the mouth of her sex and thrust. It sent a thrill through her—the memory of how he’d made her feel then, expanded the fire dancing along her skin and through her veins until she felt like she couldn’t bear the wait any longer.
A flicker of uneasiness that he might beat her to the finish line again added a dash of reality that cooled her fractionally, distracting her just enough to prevent her from reaching nirvana instantly.
She brushed that aside, curling her legs around his hips and lifting to meet his second thrust so that he slipped through her wet channel and burrowed deeply inside of her.
It felt ... wondrous! She’d never felt anything like the sense of togetherness that swept over her, of being joined to another beyond the flesh.
It almost seemed he shared her desire to simply lay together, flesh joined in heated adhesion. For many moments, he stilled.
Finally, he sucked in a harsh breath as of a drowning man and slowly began to withdraw.
Annika planted her feet on the floor beneath her and arched when he’d reached the mouth of her sex, taking him back inside of her, setting the pace for both of them.
His harsh, gasping breaths, the fine sheen of sweat that broke from his pores, the quaking she could feel deep inside him sent her senses soaring, drove her quickly to the pinnacle where she hovered seemingly endlessly. Just as she’d begun to think she couldn’t make it over the top, her body gathered itself and leapt. She gasped as the hard contractions hit her, moaned, clung to Zhor to keep herself grounded, to encourage him to move faster and deeper.
She seemed to soar forever, till she could hardly breathe for the heights of glory, and then she began to fall back, drift downward.
It was just as she felt herself begin to fall toward the ground that Zhor uttered a growl of satisfaction and began to jerk with his own release.
She sucked in a harsh breath as his climax triggered a second within her, bowing up to meet him as he drove deep and held himself still.
They fell back toward the mother world together and they didn’t stop falling until they were fathoms deep in a rapturous, dreamless sleep of total satisfaction and complete exhaustion.
