Zac slid his hands up her thighs. His fingers danced across her sensitive core to spread her open, and he dipped his head, tasting her with a long, leisurely lick. Laila moaned, the sound spurring him on and he quickly found what she liked, focusing on her clit and sliding his thick fingers inside to curl against the spot that made her gasp with pleasure.
Her breath came in short bursts as he felt her contract around his fingers as his tongue insistently flicked her clit. She cried out his name and shook with pleasure, and he gentled his movements as the contractions of her pussy eased.
Zac gathered her into his arms and sat in a chair, tucking her against his chest. He smoothed his hand up and down her back, soothing her, calming her, her breathing returning to normal.
Laila turned to face him. “Now it’s your turn.”
Zac simply closed his eyes in anticipation.
Laila tidied her clothing and slid to the floor between his spread knees, smiling. “Let's see what you have here,” she said, undoing his belt and opening the zipper slowly, her fingers dragging against his hard length.
Zac settled back in the chair, watching her through half-closed eyes as his cock sprung free into her hands. She wrapped one hand around his base and cupped his balls with the other.
Groaning in pleasure, Zac's eyes closed as her hands moved skillfully, sending pleasure shooting through him. She stroked his velvety cock up and down, watching him with a soft smile on her lips.
She licked her lips and bent to take the head of his cock between them, swirling her tongue as she sucked on the fleshy tip.
Zac groaned. “You're trying to kill me, woman.”
He grasped the back of her head, his fingers threading through her hair, gently pulling her onto him. Laila soon developed a rhythm that he liked, bobbing, sucking and licking, until he was gasping her name.
Everything fell away until Zac’s entire universe was just the two of them in this room right now. The past didn’t matter, and the uncertain future was for worrying about later. All that mattered was giving and receiving pleasure with Laila.
He suddenly tensed as he felt tingling spread through the base of his spine. He tried to pull away. “I'm going to come.” He warned.
She shook her head, refusing to stop. Her insistence was all he needed. He stiffened, spiraling over and into orgasm, his head thrown back as he bit back a deep moan. One hand fisted on his thigh as the other gently cradled her head. Laila took it all, swallowing until there was nothing left.
Boneless, he smiled down at her and pulled his clothing back into place, tucking himself away, before lifting her back onto his lap, drawing his arms around her and dropping a kiss to her forehead. “Thank you.”
She smiled in reply, then snuggled into his arms, her head tucked under his chin.
Why did he feel so protective of this woman? He had known her for such a short time, and he couldn't imagine anything happening to her. In the back of his mind, the thought that eventually she would leave niggled at him. He pushed that thought aside. No point thinking about it, just enjoy what time they had.
His comm unit beeped loudly, breaking the calm.
Why did he even wear the damned thing?
He glanced at the screen, frowning as he read the message. He passed Laila her discarded shirt, which she pulled on as he spoke.
“We have new orders from Taurus Command.” he said, looking up at Laila. “They need us for an intelligence gathering mission to Elthea.”
Laila’s eager expression made his chest squeeze. He knew what it was like to want to prove yourself. To show that all the work you had put in was worth it.
His mind raced ahead. The team, with its two human troops, had barely completed the most basic of training simulations, and now they were being asked to deal with the real thing—confronting actual Xakul warriors.
What if Laila ended up hurt? Or worse, killed?
