He smiled, but he didn’t rush. He took his time, adding a second finger and then a third, stretching her carefully, and building her pleasure until she was gasping and moving beneath him.
“I need you,” she whispered.
He moved over her, careful not to crush her with his weight, and she stared up at him. She was even more beautiful like this, flushed and dazed with pleasure, her grey eyes almost black with desire. Her gaze dropped to his waist and her eyes widened slightly. He followed her gaze down to where his kotra had fully emerged, thick and glistening in the dim light.
She reached out and ran one small hand down the hard length. He hissed in a breath.
“This is the first time I’ve actually seen it,” she said, her voice husky.
He covered her hand with his own, guiding her grip. “Because I needed to be certain that you wanted this, and that it would please you.”
She gave him an exasperated look. “You are the most patient male in the galaxy.”
“Quite possibly,” he said, unable to resist thrusting into her small hand.
“And I appreciate it. I really do. But right now, I need you to be less patient.”
He groaned.
“Little one?—”
“I need you, Njkall,” she whispered. “Don’t make me tell you again.”
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
She made an impatient sound, hooking her leg over his hip and pulling him closer. The head of his kotra pressed against her entrance, and her breath caught.
“Are you certain, little one?”
“Yes,” she said immediately. “I want this. I want you.”
Very carefully, he began to press into her. Despite his efforts she was still small and tight and he pressed forward with exquisite slowness, letting her adjust to him. Her tight channel gripped him as she accepted the first part of him, and his muscles clenched with the effort of holding back. He’d never felt anything more perfect.
Then her eyes widened, and he stopped immediately.
“Am I hurting you?”
“No,” she said breathlessly. “You’re just... a lot.”
He smiled, despite the strain of holding himself still. “I know.”
“But I like feeling you inside me.”
“Thank the gods.”
She laughed and tightened her legs around his hips.
“Don’t stop.”
“I wasn’t planning to.” He kissed her softly. “Not unless you tell me to.”
“I won’t.”
He kissed her again and continued the slow careful advance. Her body gripped him in a way that made it impossible to think about anything except how perfect she felt and how much he wanted to be fully inside her, but he forced himself to maintain his careful pace.
When he finally reached the end of what she could accept, he rested there, just breathing. He could feel her pulse in the place where they joined, her slick heat wrapped tightly around him.
Despite the need to move clawing at him, he’d never been more content in his life.
