She stayed that way, watching him consume her like a man starved. He lapped her up with long lashes of his tongue, then short strokes to her clit. Repeatedly, he passed that place that shot sparks in her head, then retreated.
Each stroke drove her higher until a flaming tingle erupted over her entire body. With more suction to her clit, then a furious pressure, she shattered with release. Stars exploded behind her eyelids. She couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe, as wave after wave of euphoria swept through her.
Her fingernails dug into his scalp as she shuddered. His groan reverberated through her pussy, adding to her pleasure.
She had made herself come before, but it had never felt like this—like she’d been taken apart and putback together again.
Second by second, she slowly returned to her body and loosened her hold on Iax’s head. He hadn’t stopped licking her, his tongue lapping through her folds, and circling her entrance like he couldn’t get enough. But every so often he would pass close to her clit again and make her jerk. She finally tugged on his scalp.
He lifted his head, his chin and lips glistening. Her heart rate had been slowing, but now it picked up again. Satisfaction and something more shone in his eyes. Goosebumps broke across her skin from the expression, and the dull ache inside her throbbed harder than ever.
She lifted off the bed and took hold of his shoulders. “More,” she insisted, tugging him closer.
He crawled up her body slowly. Her heart raced, and she met him halfway, her lips connecting with his. She kissed him with everything she had inside her, tasting herself on his lips. His bare chest brushed against her nipples; his cock nudged between her thighs. She gasped into his mouth.
Every part of her felt like a pulsing nerve, sensitive and needy. She thrust her hips upward, wanting more connection. It wasn’t enough. Pushing against his shoulder with one hand, she rolled on top of him, and he allowed it. Her thighs spread over his as she flattened herself on top of him. She gasped a breath, the lewd position making her feel more exposed than ever.
She liked this view of Iax, willing and wanting beneath her. Her fingernails dug into his shoulders as she lowered herself. A growling sound emerged from his chest. The wet gush of her pussy spread over his hard length, cradling him. Settled fully, she thrust her hips, riding him without taking him inside her. The movement grazed her overstimulated clit, making her twitch and jerk.
Iax’s lips parted as he watched her face, rapt, while thrusting in time with the flex of her hips. His fingers gripped her ass, guiding her forward and back.
The smooth glide of his thickness between her folds made her ache more. She grabbed hold of his hands, then leaned forward to trap them beside his head. With his face so close to hers, she kissed him, an open-mouthed sloppy thing full of tongue and teeth.
“Need you inside me. Now,” she demanded against his lips.
He nodded, the action infused with a frantic need that mirrored her own. “I need that too,” he groaned, surging upward.
She bit his shoulder. His skin tasted like salt and something else both familiar and foreign, something she couldn’t name.
“I want you to come inside me.” She pulled away to stare into his glinting eyes. “It’s safe.” Like all CORE officers working in remote outposts or war-torn sections of the system, she had the implant that made conceiving a child impossible.
The rest of her thoughts scattered when his thickness probed her entrance. She reached down between them, guided him to the right angle, then groaned as he sank inside her that first inch.
So good.It was so damn good, her mind glitched.
Chapter thirty-eight
Heat and light surrounded him. He knew nothing except for the feel and taste of Wynn. He stroked up her arms, over her shoulders, then down her sides. Tiny bumps broke out across her skin in the wake of his touch. Their heartbeats echoed one another’s.
He now knew why he had never coupled with another. He had been waiting for the perfection of this moment, the flawless way their bodies joined together. She consumed him, body and mind. He did not exist except for this.
Then he reached a resistance within her. He knew anatomy from others’ medical knowledge, and understood this was an untouched place, and that passing through might cause her pain.
He did not like that thought, did not want this first experience between them tainted by discomfort. With his fingers laced with hers, he concentrated his essence, aiming to ease her hurt as he had healed her cuts.
Their points of contact flared with sensation: their hands, her full breasts squished against his chest, the softness of her stomach against his, her spread thighs, and the way her wet heat gloved his cock.
He focused past all those points to where his essence spoke with hers. Then, with another twitch of his hips, he sank into her more.
There was a pause, her eyes widening, then an easing and acceptance as she took him deeper. Another inch of ecstasy. He groaned again, unable to keep the noise inside. Throughout this experience, he had made sounds he never knew he could create. Her lips parted, and a bloom of color swept over her features. A fresh emotion cascaded from her to him in a thick wave. He felt it too, hot pleasure building inside him.
“Oh,” she moaned, sitting up to take him deeper.
Short breaths expelled from her lips until she was fully seated. They settled together, adapting to the change in their bodies. A red flush stained her cheeks and chest; her eyes darkened.
His hands moved to her hips to hold her in place. Her warmth wrapped him like she belonged there.She does.An unfamiliar emotion pounded through him, something without a name, but with it came a potent dose of attachment.
He did not want to let her go. Not ever. He did not think he could, even if someone demanded it.
