It was a mesh of sensations he could not fully process all individually. When he was honest with himself, he did not want to. Instead, he wanted to savor this moment, to appreciate it for all that it was.
Like she said, they had so many obstacles in front of them. Anything beyond this moment was hard to imagine.
So, this was what he would focus on. This.
Here and now.
And right now, his protocol was to take care of and protect the Terran ambassadors by any means necessary.
If kissing was what she needed, then he would make sure she got it. As much as she wanted. In any way she deemed necessary.
Harbin held her tight, and she pressed against him. He could feel her side and the curves there, the way her breast curved around the side. The feel of her hip. Like touching something so perfect and delicate.
Regardless that she was tiny, she was amazing in all the ways she could be. He sat down on the bench by the fire and pulled her with him. She straddled his lap, and her hands ran all over his shoulders and back.
The kissing amazed him. He'd never felt anything so intoxicating. He slid his hands in her dark hair and stroked the back of her head. She felt like a dream, something he'd wondered about or heard other humanoids talk about, but he'd never felt. This was incredible. He'd almost call it nirvana, kissing her like this.
They pulled apart a bit.
"I could do that all day," he whispered.
She smiled. "There are a lot of great kissing games."
"What is your favorite?"
She paused and stared at him. "I, uh, I don't know."
"Why not?"
"I cannot remember the last time anyone asked me what I liked."
"Then you get to show me what it is you like." He put his hands on her hips. "You tell me what to do."
"Kiss me."
"Yes," he said and leaned in. They started to kiss again, and he savored every bit, the taste of her lips, the feel of her tongue, all of it, it amazed him. He kissed her down her neck, behind her ear. The taste of her skin was a craving he could not shake. He wanted to kiss every part of her. It was amazing and intense. His hands roamed over her, and hers roamed over his.
"Can I touch you here," he asked, stroking her side but careful not to touch her breast.
"If you don't, I may get angry," she said.
He smiled. "I do not want to make you angry. I saw what you did with that knife."
She grinned back. And pulled off the tunic she wore, revealing her breasts.
And he groaned at the sight of them. They were perfect.
Round and beautiful and amazing and exactly perfect in every way.
He stroked the side and the underside. Finally, his large hands pretty much cupped the breast, and his thumb grazed her hard peak. She shuddered.
He leaned down, or he tried to. She arched her back so that he could kiss those beautiful breasts. He tasted and nibbled and stroked them as she groaned and sighed.
Her responses fueled his actions. The more she responded, the more he wanted to do, which only intensified his Craving.
He continued to stroke her body, down her hips, and along her bottom.
"I cannot get over this," she said as she rocked her hips into him.
