Page 77 of Tempting Fate

Heat crawled up my ear ridges, a blush so strong it throbbed along with the length in my breeches. Spines of Kri, this wasn’t right.

I swiped it all away and returned to my research, determined to find something useful.

But when Imani arrived soon before my lunchtime kalidi and took her jacket off, all I could imagine was her disrobing, letting me see the curves of her stomach, of her hips and breasts.

She cocked her head to one side. “Are you okay?”

I wanted more. More of her. To touch her—intimately. The realisation kindled a flame, quickly rising to a blaze inside me, stealing my oxygen and strangling my voice into a high, discordant pitch. “Why would I not be?”

Everything about her captivated me. Imani and her knowing smile. Imani and her passion for plants and planets. Her stern voice that melted my insides and made me squirm. Her soft, beautiful body.

Imani, who sat so close, the scent of moonbeams and jasmine filling my nostrils.

I took slow breaths, both to breathe her in and to gather myself so I at least seemed calm. “Before we start, can I ask you something?”

“Of course.”

“Do you still enjoy touching me?”

She waited a heartbeat, then answered in a low murmur, “You know I do.”

Hope flared in my chest. I eased onto my bed and lowered my voice to a purr. “Will you talk to me about your cunt again?”

“It’s not a good idea,” she said, crossing the room to retrieve a towel.

“Why not?”

“You said it yourself. This is not a touch for lovers. It’s functional.”

So I had. “But it is more than that, my moonlight. You enjoy it.” My headspines twitched. “So do I.”

She kept her back to me, neatening the pile of towels, re-folding them, smoothing them. “Of course you do. Most people enjoy sexual pleasure.” She returned to my side of the room and sat on the chair, leaning back. “Fine, but I’m not talking about my pussy. It’s your turn.”

“Me?”

“If you insist on questioning me, you tell me something. You know I’ve thought about you inside me.” She curled the words around, colouring them in, marking them as truth. “Tell me something you’ve thought about while we do this.”

The image of her mouth around my cock flashed into my mind, wringing a moan from my throat. “You will think me depraved.”

“Honey, I’m human. There’s not much will shock me.”

It tasted like a truth but one I found difficult to believe. “I do not want you to think less of me.”

She traced the hard ridge of me through my shorts, a featherlight touch that had my hips rising off the bed and begging for more. “What if I said I’m not touching this until you tell me?”

She would deny me? I should have been horrified, but my cock grew stiffer, and my balls drew up in readiness.

“God, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t tease, you're in need.”

I like it when you tease me. My heart pounded, face and ear ridges heating. Kalidi was more pleasure than anything else now. Only the heavy weight of my limbs told me it wasn’t a normal function. “I don’t mind.”

She smiled, ghosting her fingertips above my length. “Does that mean you’re going to tell me?”

Touch me. Please. “Your mouth.”

“Oh?” She leaned in, her fingers trailing up and down my aching shaft, sending electric shocks of sensation through all my nerves. “What about my mouth?”

“Last week,” I groaned. “When you licked your hand. If I cannot ever experience a cunt, I wondered about your mouth.” About her lips stretched obscenely around my cock, her wet heat surrounding me. My hips rocked even as shame ate me up. “I am sorry.”