When he stops between my thighs, I bite my lip and hold my breath in anticipation. His first lick up my center almost has me levitating off the bed. He takes everything he learned about my body this morning and turns up the intensity to shocking levels. In only moments, his skillful tongue has me grasping him by the horns, trying to ride his face. Slowing his licks, the evil alien keeps me hovering on the edge of orgasm. I am riding a knife-edge of pleasure, almost overwhelming in its intensity.
I’m almost there.
Suddenly, L’Corte stops.
“Nooo, don’t stop. I was almost there, you motherfu–”
My howl ends on a gasp when L’Corte slides inside me to the hilt in one solid, smooth thrust. A noise emerges from my throat that sounds inhuman.
He pushes a hand under my lower back, lifting me from the mattress until only my shoulders are touching the surface of the bed. Making a sound that is part growl and part groan, he shifts his knees until they are under my ass. I wrap my legs around his waist, trying to anchor myself to him. This changes the angle of his cock so it is rubbing against my g-spot. Lifting my arms over my head, I scramble my hands around the bedsheets, trying to get traction. I feel like a bowstring pulled taut and impaled on his dick. Oh god, I love it. When he thrusts into me again, I make another animal sound of pleasure.
L’Corte’s hands span my waist, his thumbs brushing my belly button. Curling my legs around his thrusting ass, I open myself further to him. He practically kneels over me, his body curling forward to lick a path up the center of my breastbone. He starts driving into me with more force, our skin smacking together.
I tilt my hips, trying to get more friction, needing to come so badly it’s my only goal. I’m mindless, aching for pleasure as I press closer.
“I’m… gonna –” I choke out.
Sliding his knees from under my thighs, he presses me back flat to the mattress. Increasing his already forceful pace, I can feel a climax shimmering just out of reach. Switching his pace again, L’Corte grinds his hips against mine. The pressure on my clit is enough to send me into a screaming orgasm. Rolling pulses of pleasure forge paths through my entire body. I clench the sheet in tight fists and try to hold on to gravity.
Finally releasing my white-knuckle grip on the bedding, I grab his ass and feel his hips rolling over me. I revel in the feel of the clench of his ass muscles under my hands. Between my thighs, L’Corte’s rhythm falters, and he calls out my name.
As he collapses on top of me, L’Corte whispers my name reverently. Both of us replete and boneless, melting into one another. I love his weight on me, the way we’re pressed together, skin to skin, from our feet to our shoulders. L’Corte drops his head onto my breast, panting.
Holy shit. I’m never moving again. I should have known what lurked beneath his reserved exterior.
L’Corte
I feelthe mate bond click into place. A hole in my chest that I didn’t know existed suddenly fills up. My heart is filled with Trinh. My mate.
It takes a while before I can get my muscles back under my control. Trinh doesn’t seem to mind me lying on top of her.
Finally, I am able to coordinate my movements enough to roll off of my mate and tuck her along the front of my body. As I move, I revel in the slight sting where Trinh’s fingernails pricked my back.
I trail my fingertips along her shoulder and down her arm, admiring her creamy golden skin. I kiss the gentle slope of her shoulder, eliciting a small sound of contentment from her, so I repeat the action. I like this quiet, soft feeling. Pleasure still faintly zings through my nerves, filling me with lassitude and love.
“Should I go, or do you want me to spend the night?” Trinh asks sleepily after about an hour of slow touches and cuddling. I have her back pressed to my front in a position I have heard referred to as the ‘big spoon’.
“Oh, we’re not done,” I chastise Trinh with a wicked grin.
Skating my hand down her leg, I lift her thigh and hook it over my elbow. This gives me the perfect space to slide up into her from behind. Smug satisfaction fills me at Trinh’s moaning gasp. Her fingers clutching my forearm spur me on with the prick of her tiny claw-like nails.
Chapter 15
Trinh
I’m sneaking down the hall, trying to get back to my dorm before someone sees me in last night’s dress. I groan in defeat as I spot Chelsea heading in my direction. Getting back to my room without anyone spotting me was too much to hope for anyway. Chelsea gives me one long head-to-toe look, then her face breaks into a huge grin. Oh jeez, I’m never gonna hear the end of this. I try to keep my face neutral, like this is no big deal. I have no idea if it’s working, but I feel like my left eyelid is twitching. Oh please, if anyone is looking out for me up there, don’t let her notice that I’m walking a little funny. L’Corte was insatiable.
“Good morning,” Chelsea sings out cheerfully.
“Morning.”
As we get close, Chelsea holds up her hand for a high five and says, “Hell yeah! Get it, girl!”
We slap hands together, and I start giggling maniacally.
“Did you have a good night?” Chelsea asks, waggling her eyebrows, reminding me of a cartoon villain.
“An amazing night,” I reply with a sigh, sounding like a love-sick high schooler.
