I feel a gush of wetness from his words, from knowing this incredibly sexy alien mountain man wants his cock insideme.
“Gonna try for two,” he says, slowly pushing me open with a second finger. His handsarebig, and two of his fingers feel bigger than my last boyfriend’s cock.
“You’re so fucking tight,” he moans. “Tighter than I’ve had before.”
I grin at his compliment, but then I worry. “What if you don’t fit?”
“I have to fit. You’re my?—”
“Your what?”
“Doesn’t matter. Open up and relax for me, baby. I’m going to warm you up nice and good before we try.”
Keeping his fingers inside me, he slides down between my legs, and then he puts his tongue on my clit.
His…vibratingtongue!?
CHAPTER 11
Knox
Tell her what she is to you, you absolute fucking asshole!
Clara got one thing right about me. I am an asshole. A better man would have explained the whole starmate thing by now. But here I am, one blow job, a finger fucking and a pussy licking later, and I haven’t told her she is my mate.
My tongue buzzes on her clit, and she lets out a moan that makes me want to fuck her right now, to hell with the consequences.
You’re not really supposed to lie to your starmate. Usually, you don’t have to. They know what the deal is when you meet them. You both know that you’re supposed to just fuck and be mated for life. Easy.
But Clara doesn’t know anything about Virrindarian starmating culture. In fact, I have no fucking idea how this is even happening. My cock shouldn’t be glowing for a human, my tongue should only vibrate for my Virrindarian starmate, not my grocery delivery girl.
But fuck if I don’t want to keep her forever.
I have no idea what I’m doing with the whole licking her out thing, but the mating bond knows, so I trust my instincts, licking and sucking on her delicious clit while my fingers pulse inside her.
She writhes and pants, and I think she’s getting close.
Yeah, I made a couple of women come on the starship, but not all of them. Not all the time. I felt pathetic, but they said it was okay. Sometimes it just doesn’t happen.
It will never not happen with Clara. I’ll do everything in my power to make her come. Every damn day of the rest of our lives.
I trust my instincts and curl my finger at exactly the right moment. She cries out, shudders, and screams my name through the cabin and hopefully through the whole fucking woods so everyone on the mountain knows what I did to her, that she’s fuckingmine.
She pants, letting out soft moans and groans as I gently slide my fingers out of her and lie down beside her.
“Why are you stopping?” she asks.
“You came.”
“But I want to come again.”
“Again?”
“Yeah, but this time with your cock in me.” Her delicate brow knits. “You don’t want to?”
“Course I want to, I just?—”
“You just what?”
