“But what if I get pregnant?” she gasps. I can feel the tiny seed of panic.
“I can stop.”
“No,” she says too fast.
Then anticipation, throbbing and vibrant. “Can you make my body vibrate… the way the hum shivers through me?”
I gasp against her mouth. “If legend’s right. Yes.”
Her eyes round, bottom lip trembling, cheeks burning. “Will you be gentle… with my virginity?”
My breath snags. “If you’ll be gentle with mine.”
She blinks slowly three times. “A seventy-year-old virgin?”
I take that as a challenge.
Clothes fall. Breath stutters. The universe contracts to the sound of our hearts.
“Isitdifferent?” Her eyes meet mine, curiosity swirling.
I chuckle, pushing a hair from her cheek. “Good different,” I promise.
Her heart throbs behind her breastbone as need roars through me. The need to make her feel better than she ever has before. To make her fly like the ancient starships over Earth.
Her fingers dig into the waistband, tugging down the fabric as she stares for one long moment.
She settles on the spot above my cock that I’ve always had to hide. Her face darkens.
My hands shake as I grab pillows and blankets, cover the hard ground. Then, I lay her down gently, finally letting the full force of my weight settle into her.
She gasps. “What is that?”
That’s when I realize the extra organ above my cock is vibrating and sliding across the soft flesh of her abs.
My cheeks heat, fearing she can’t accept this.
But then, I see curiosity—not fear or disgust—behind her eyes. Ever analytical.
“Even a scientist in the bedroom,” I chuckle.
I spit on my thumb, sliding it between us to circle her clit. “Goes here,” I say, my lips an inch from hers. “Lets me please you as you please me. Makes our bond…forever.”
“Wait, what?” Her eyes round, thick lips dropping open.
“Does it scare you?” I ask.
“Forever’s a long time, Ash,” she moans, eyes sliding shut, surrendering to the flex of exotic muscle over her stomach. “But it’s all I want. God, what’s happened to me?”
“The resonance,” I whisper stroking her cheek. “If you don’t?—”
“Stop talking,” she scolds. “This is what I want.”
She moans, hips inching toward me. “If it feels good here—” Her heat entrances me, the perfume of her arousal almost too much to bear.
Her voice fractures, lazy sounds escaping her lips. Sounds I know she’ll only make with me. “We should try it”—she gasps—“lower.”
“Yes. But first, I need to taste you.”
