Unable to take anymore, her climax hovering just on the edge, she grabbed his head by his horny protrusions, and forced him back up. When he broke through the surface of the water, his electric blue eyes landed on her.
“I need you. Now. Inside me.” Zahra was past forming sentences. Not when her animalistic side screamed at her to have this virile man inside her, and inside her now. No more time could be spared.
His chest rumbled, and he reached for her, but before he could get a hold of her waist, she stood up on the platform, wrapped her arms around his neck, and then clamped her thighs around his waist. The tip of his cock prodded her bottom, and she reached around her body to grab a hold of it and position it at her entrance. Khaazai seemed frozen, out of shock or desire to see what she would do next, she had no idea, and she didn’t care much. Easing down, she sank onto his cock reveling in how well he filled her.
Seeming to shake his daze, Khaazai’s hands found her waist, and with one simple thrust, he bottomed out insideher. Zahra’s mouth parted on a surprised gasp, and then he plundered her body, his movements long and fast.
“Yes. Yes. Yes.” Zahra chanted as the water around them splashed and spluttered over the edges of the tub. Her head tilted back and her breasts bounced, creating a delightful ache.
When he slowed the pace, Zahra groaned and squirmed around him, she was so close. So close!
Eyes popping wide, she growled at him, and then something took over her, and she sank her teeth into the skin of his shoulder. Her teeth had no hope in ever breaking his skin, so she wasn’t too worried about hurting him. Her bite sparked something inside him, because he thrust into her with new vigor, sparing her no mercy.
Sparks flew, and Zahra closed her eyes as her climax washed over her, her body clenching around him, milking him dry as he roared to the ceiling above them. His cock pumped hot cum into her, and she released her hold on his neck, finally satiated, but doubting she’d ever be done with him.
Chapter 11
Khaazai played with a lock of her hair between a couple of his fingers. His people didn't have hair, but he loved the feel of it. He loved everything about his human wife. He’d fallen for her. Not that he was terribly surprised by this admission. There’d always been a part of him that had known he would fall for her.
“I think we’ve missed dinner.” Zahra said with a laugh as she leaned over his chest where they now laid on their bed. She placed several kisses against his chest before planting a kiss to his lips. Though his mouth wasn’t designed for kisses, he growled with pleasure.
“Vera probably has something saved for us if we need.” Khaazai chuckled.
“Think she’ll be upset?”
“No.”
Beep. Beep. Beep.
With a groan, Khaazai rolled over and out of bed. He bent down to where he'd discarded his communicator when he’d come back to his room. They’d missed dinner with Holly and Vera, but he didn’t mind in the least. He’d satiated his hunger in another way. They’d had more fun in their rooms than they would have had at dinner.
"What is it?" He growled into the device, irritated at the interruption to the tranquil moment he’d been enjoying. Zahra was beautiful, but there was something especially lovely about her when she’d been thoroughly pleased by him… had it been twice or three times in bed? He’d lost count after they left the tub. Her hair was a mess though, and he hoped she might allow him the pleasure of brushing it out later.
"You wanted to know if the Sri'thaens made a move. They are making one.” The voice on the other end responded.
"What's going on?" Zahra asked.
Turning, Khaazai marveled at his good fortune. His wife was a dream.
"The Sri’thaens are moving."
Zahra immediately perked up seeming to come wide awake, the last bits of pleasure disappearing from her eyes.
"Sir?" The voice on the end inquired.
"What are the Sri’thaens doing?" Khaazai asked into the comm, turning his attention away from Zahra.
"We've got two Sri’thaen warships headed our way. They are flanked by several other smaller ships." The voice reported. “They haven’t sent any hails, so we aren’t sure about their intentions.”
"Gather the men.” Khaazai ordered. “I'll be there shortly."
"Yes, General." The line went dead.
When Khaazai turned around again, he found his wife donning clothing like a mad woman. "And what are you doing?" He asked as he folded his arms across his chest.
"Getting dressed, so I can join you, of course." Zahra said as she struggled to find the arm hole of her shirt, seeming to get lost in the fabric.
If they didn’t have Sri’thaen warships headed towards their home world, he might laugh at her struggles.
