Krystal launched herself at him, sending him flying backwards to land on the floor on his back with her straddling his hips. She braced her hands on his shoulders and leaned forward, her hair creating a curtain around them, stopping with her face so close to his they were touching noses.
“Do you mean it?”
His eyes narrowed at her. “I never say things I don’t mean, Krystal. But if I have to convince you, I will.” He lifted his head to capture her lips with his, sliding one of his hands up to cup her ass and drag her against him, the other sliding up her back to pull her down against him. He broke away, breathing hard, eyes a deep purple, and the pupils blown out. “I will worship you until you believe me.” He grinned and lifted his head to nip her bottom lip with his teeth.
She moaned as he released her. “All right.”
His eyebrows drew together in confusion, and she lifted a hand to smooth them. “Sorry?”
“All right… I’ll let you worship me.” She giggled as he rolled her over onto her back.
“You are no little mouse. You’re a cat,” he stood and lifted her to her feet. “My little cat.” He pressed the zipper of her flight suit down, exposing her bra and the curve of her stomach before brushing his knuckles over her panties. “Like your underwear.” He lifted an eyebrow as his lips twitched at the sight of the cartoon animals.
Her heart beat like a fluttering bird. “Don’t you mean kitten?”
He slid her arms free, dropping a kiss to the curve where her neck met her shoulder, the suit sliding down her skin like a caress to pool at her hips. He dropped to his knees in front of her and tugged at the fabric, helping her off with her boots and to step free.
“Kitten?” he asked.
“A baby feline, remember?”
“Oh, you are far too wild to be a baby anything.” He stood and quickly stripped himself of his own clothes before he was standing naked in front of her.
“Nobody has ever called me wild.”
His eyes were fiery as they traveled over her exposed skin. “Then they didn’t know you.”
Oh.
Her eyes slid over him, all golden skin over heavy muscles and that thick cock that was straining like a divining rod toward her. She took a step closer and reached for him, but he batted her hands away.
“Not yet, little cat.” His voice had become deeper, almost a growl.
She pouted, and he laughed.
“I have other plans for you.” He took her hand and led her to the bathroom.
She followed him inside and gasped. Like her bathroom, the entire room was designed to get wet. But unlike hers, T’arq’s bathroom had showerheads mounted to the walls and ceiling in one corner, a toilet was to one side, and a sink was mounted into the wall next to it. There was a rack holding fluffy towels and soap dispensers held liquids of different colors.
“This is way better than mine.”
T’arq pressed a panel on the wall and water poured from the showerheads. Within seconds steam had filled the bathroom. He turned toward her and reached to unclasp her bra and slide it from her arms. She pushed the sides of her panties down and kicked them away.
He led her under the spray and turned her around so her back was to his front. He reached for one of the soap dispensers and lathered her hair. His fingers slowly worked into her scalp and her head fell back on his shoulder, eyes closed.
“That feels so good.” She moaned as he worked, smiling lightly at the chuckle that she felt through his chest more than heard. She lost all sense of time as his deft hands slid over her body, over her shoulders and arms, down her back and over her hips, down her legs, which felt unsteady.
At the push of a button, a bench emerged from the wall and he lifted one of her legs to rest her foot on it. He held her to him, one big hand braced against her stomach, as the other completed its tortuous worship of her body, never quite touching her where she wanted him to.
“T’arq,” she moaned, her hands sliding up to reach for his head and pull his mouth down to hers. “Please.” She gasped.
“Please?”
She mewled impatiently. “Please… stop…”
His hands stilled.
“Don’t stop, just…”
