“Talk later,” he said and pulled her to him.
Veta was about to sit back on his lap, but he instead guided her toward him, so she straddled him, but he wouldn’t let her sit. She was so wet, standing there, even the slight air movement from the ship’s environmental controls seemed to add to her arousal.
He kissed her breasts and worked his way down her body, over her stomach, until he reached her hips, and he slowly started making her way to the center.
Veta moaned and panted as he caressed her center.
When he found her nub, her hips jerked, and the sensation made her feel light-headed.
“Are you well,” he asked.
“Uh-huh,” she replied.
“Because I can stop if I have caused you distress.”
She looked down at him. “You stop, I may have to show you all the ways I know to kill a Rhimodian.”
This made him smile.
And then he began to stroke and kiss her lower lips. She made noises as he did, and he slipped a finger inside, making her yell.
He continued, sending her launching toward orgasm.
It blasted her off, and she exploded, her hips shaking from the incredible sensation. She stroked his head.
“Boy, you got moves,” she whispered.
“I am not done,” he replied and pulled her down onto his lap.
“Oh yeah. I almost forgot about this,” Veta said, grinding her hips into his.
“Turn please,” he said.
Veta did as he asked and bent over the other chair. She glanced back at him. “Like this?” She wiggled her hips.
“Yes,” Wrathin said, and he came behind her.
His hands went over her hips, caressing her roundness for a few moments before he entered.
And he did not go slow.
Thank the Stars.
He pounded into her like an animal, and between his groans and hers, she wasn’t sure who the loudest was.
It didn’t matter. She came again.
And then he did.
It was incredible.
Amazing.
Perfect.
He ran his hand along her spine. “So smooth,” he said and laid kisses on her back before pulling out of her.
She turned to face him. “You’re pretty cool yourself.”
