Dekkir (Galaxy Alien Warriors #1)(56)

I looked up at him, at his golden eyes gleaming with love and arousal, at the flow of his white-gold hair, his rugged face set in a soft smile as his hands slid over my breasts. He gently rolled my nipples between his fingertips, then pinched just a little, making me gasp and whimper. My skin had grown even more sensitive with pregnancy, but as with the rest of our union, he knew just what to do and just how to touch me. Tenderness from this powerful sexy warrior always made me melt.

I gasped softly as he lifted me, settling my bottom on the edge of the windowsill and moving forward between my parted thighs. He leaned me back in his arms a little so I stared up at the dripping canopy as he ran his lips and tongue over my breasts. I felt his member against my thighs and reached down to grip it, running my fingertips up and down his length teasingly until he started to gasp for air.

I scooted forward, bracing one hand on the windowsill, and wrapped my legs around his hips, taking hold of his sex and fitting the head inside me. He thrust forward, his eyes squeezing closed and his back arching, and then kissed me fiercely as he started to move. The hand not braced against my back slipped between us to caress me expertly, in time to his slow, firm thrusts.

Our bellies slapped together, the sound mixing with the rain and our softly labored breathing. I rolled my hips against him, feeling my body tighten around him slowly as his skilled fingers drove me stroke by stroke toward the precipice. We had made love even more often and more fiercely since the battle on the Earth base, reminded by those horrors of the preciousness of what we had. I was his now, forever, and though we would not formalize the union until my parents could visit in a few months, it mattered little. I felt our union all through me: in heart, in mind, all the way down to my bones.

I felt the tension gathering in his loins, his pleasure as my flesh embraced him again and again. I felt his struggle not to tighten his hands too much, to keep the rhythm of his fingers between my thighs. I felt his joy, his hunger, the eagerness with which he looked forward to doing this with me again and again, every night, for however many centuries the Golden Strain would let us live.

My grip on him tightened; I dug my nails into his shoulders, rocking my hips back and forth as I braced my feet against the back of his thighs. My soft moans spiraled upward, punctuated by his low, sharp grunts, which gradually evolved into shouts of pleasure. Outside, the rain intensified. I closed my eyes and felt his fingertips take me over the edge.

My climax touched off his, and the two mixed together, bearing us up toward ecstasy together. Our voices chorused; my flesh clenched around his, and his shuddered inside mine, and pleasure roared through us in long waves while we clung to each other and cried out in ecstasy and joy.

As the climax wore off, I opened my eyes onto the Lyran sky and saw the glow of an Earth dropship ascending from the hastily constructed landing pad near Highfort. Soon enough, such sights would be common, as trade opened and visitors became more frequent.

He pulled me back inside, carrying me sleepily to our shared bed, and laid me down on it before settling in to curl around me from behind. I smiled as I drifted off, feeling his hand slide around to caress my belly. The little one inside, a girl, already had a name, which carried the contents of our hearts as we looked forward to the brighter future ahead: Hope. A child of both worlds.

As was I . . . now and forever.