Page 237 of Commander’s Mate

Every time I thought my orgasm was finished, he tongued my core, and I moaned and squirmed against him, squeezing his fingers inside me. When it was finished, I just lay there as Zared crawled back up beside me and pulled me into his arms.

“That was wonderful,” I murmured sleepily. He grinned and kissed me, tasting like the essence of my sex, but I didn’t mind.

“You are wonderful, solmatu.”

My eyes had already drifted closed as my body felt entirely boneless. I fell asleep. I never gave him release, so I decided tonight it was his turn, and I would be in charge.

Still newlyweds, so to speak, we were in each other’s arms as soon as the door to our quarters closed behind us.

Zared pressed me tightly against him so I could feel his engorged cock against me, and we kissed long and slow.

“Tonight it’s my turn. I’m going to pleasure you.”

Zared raised his eyebrows, smiling down at me. We undressed, and he got into bed first, lying on his back.

He was very cooperative as I lay on top of him with my breasts pressed against the sculpted muscles of his chest and nibbled on his earlobe. We had both showered before dinner, and his skin was scented lightly with a hint of soap, mixed with his unique essence.

I kissed, licked, and lightly nipped my way down his throat to his other ear and lingered there for a while before I settled my lips over his for a hot, wet, tongue-waltzing kiss. He ran his hands over my back and then laced his fingers through my hair while we kissed. I lingered because I thoroughly enjoyed his kisses.

Eventually, I made my way lower to his well-developed pecs and gave special attention to his nipples with my lips and tongue. The sound of his indrawn breath told me how it affected him. While I explored his incredible body, I concluded there was no way I could give him a proper blow job because he was so big. But I had a plan.

Zared writhed a bit and groaned as I made my way down his belly toward his swollen cock, which was standing tall. I gave it the same treatment I had the rest of his gorgeous body, kissing, nipping, and licking his shaft and then his scrotum and alternately massaging his balls.

I took the head of his cock into my mouth, licking and sucking until I heard him panting. That was something I hadn’t done much in the past, but I actually liked doing it for Zared. I would need the dislocating jaw of a python to fit more of him into my mouth.

When I sensed he was ready, I got on my knees, straddled his hips, and lowered myself over his cock, taking him to the hilt. He was a perfect fit there, and I loved the way it made him groan.

I leaned over him, resting my hands on his chest as I rode him, and he cupped my breasts. As I rocked over him, he looked up at me through half-closed eyes, a slight smile curving his lush male lips. I think I was smiling too, because I was getting as much pleasure as I was giving.

Neither of us rushed toward that pinnacle. We took our time and savored the journey. He went so deep I could feel the head of his cock pressing against my womb each time I rocked down over him. It was such a delicious sensation that I hummed with pleasure each time.

I could tell by the way he throbbed inside me that Zared was getting close. We both hovered on the brink for quite a while, which was sweet torment. Then, when he came, pulsing inside me, it sent me into another mind-blowing orgasm.

I was totally spent and collapsed on top of him while he still pulsed inside me. Since we weren’t actually keeping score, I didn’t think he minded that I’d had two awesome climaxes to his one, because his was a good one.

I was twenty-eight, not inexperienced, and still completely unprepared for what Zared did to me. Nothing in my past had felt like this—nothing this intense, this consuming, this impossible to separate from everything I felt for the man himself.

The thought carried me too close to the reason I was here at all.

Earth was still lost. My parents still had no idea whether I was alive. My brother could be waiting for an answer no one on Earth knew how to give him.

I shut that door before grief could take the rest of the moment from us.

Scarlet was better with a weapon than I was.

Much better.

I discovered this when she hit the moving target three times in a row and I hit the wall.

The wall had not been threatening me.

“Again,” the instructor said.

“I think the wall learned its lesson.”

Scarlet laughed.

“Grip.”