Destin's Hold (The Alliance #5)(26)
Now she had an appreciation for the need to view both. The feelings and reactions from her body when Destin touched her made her think of the reaction of the women in the romance movies, but with the intensity of the humans in the educational files. Her breath caught and she briefly wondered if she had forgotten how to breathe when he remained still and she finally worked up the courage to pull down his leg coverings.
His penis was hard and moved up and down. From her vantage point on the edge of the bed, she could see the veins had filled. Her gaze locked on his ‘mating stick’ as her brothers called it. The memory of one of the females in the educational file leaning forward and swallowing the mating stick flashed through her mind. The male had immediately stilled, his expression twisted with pleasure, and he had encouraged the female to continue.
Licking her lips, Sula glanced up at Destin. Her hands moved back up his legs and around the cheeks of his buttocks. A sense of delight washed through her at the feel of hair on them. Her hands caressed them, moving upward to the divide between them before she pulled him closer.
His eyes closed. Opening her mouth, she imitated the movement of the female that had been in the file. A wave of pleasure flooded her at the taste of him and she eagerly opened her mouth wider to swallow more of his length.
Flashing a glance up to his face to see his reaction, she was shocked to see him gazing down at her with a fiery intensity that threatened to scorch her. Her hands instinctively tightened on his ass, her nails scraping against his tight cheeks. He jerked forward before his hands tangled in her hair to keep her from releasing him. Holding her head steady, he began moving his hips back and forth, a guttural groan escaping him. That sound, combined with the grip he had on her hair, holding her to him, and the intense enjoyment of sucking on him, made her own body react in an astonishing way.
Sula could feel her nipples harden and the moisture between her legs increased to the point she could actually feel the liquid soaking her underclothing and leggings. In addition, not only did her breasts ache for some unknown reason, but so did the area of her womanhood. A soft cry of protest escaped her when he suddenly pulled all the way out of her mouth, holding her hair so that she couldn’t stop him.
His faint, harsh words barely penetrated the dazed fog of need threatening to drown her. She tilted her head, staring at him when he stepped back and kicked the clothing wrapped around his ankles to the side. Blinking, her hands rose to stroke her aching breasts as his words finally sank in.
“Now, it’s my turn.”
Sula wanted to protest that she was far from done, but those words faded when he stepped forward and pulled her top over her head. The cold air of the room felt almost painful against the throbbing tips of her hard, dark blue nipples. She had seen in the files the males stimulating the females by stroking them, but when Sula had tried it for herself, all she had felt was irritation. Now, they throbbed to the point she felt if Destin did not touch them, suck on them, do whatever needed to be done to take the ache away, she honestly thought she would scream.
How can something so small suddenly ache and throb so much? She wondered, lying back when Destin gently pushed her back against the bed.
Her hips rose instinctively when he reached down to grab the sides of her leggings. Instead of just ripping them off as she had expected, he leaned forward with his hands under the edge much like she had done to him. Confusion swept over her for a brief second before a hoarse cry escaped her. The world around her dissolved into mindless pleasure when he leaned down and captured one of her aching buds in his mouth and sucked hard enough that she arched upward into him, her arms wrapped around his neck, and threw her head back in ecstasy.
The fluid between her legs pooled and she desperately tried to seek relief from the heated agony starting to build inside her. None of the educational files from either Earth or from her world had prepared her for the intensity of the need pulsing through her. It was painful to the point she didn’t know if she would be able to control herself.
“Destin,” she whimpered. “The other one… Please, it hurts… I need… more!”
Almost immediately, she wanted to scream. He had turned his attention to her right breast now, but her left one, bereft of his warm mouth, the slight sting of his teeth, and the deep pressure of his sucking – protested being abandoned. That feeling faded to be replaced by the growing ache between her legs when his right hand released her hip to slide between them so he could pinch her left nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
She cried out, writhing on the covers.
Destin released her breasts and moved down, pressing tiny, moist kisses along her heated skin as he worked his way down her body. Her hips rose again when he gripped her leggings and pulled them down. Sula’s hands dropped to the bedding and her fingers tangled in them, clawing to hold onto something when he paused to press a kiss where her womanly core was on fire.
He nipped her, causing her head to jerk up to stare at him. A mischievous grin curved his lips and he opened his mouth to run his tongue along his upper lip. She knew her own mouth had to be hanging open at his torturous teasing.
“I ache,” she snapped in confusion. “You are making my body do things that were not in the files.”
“Honey, we are going to be doing and feeling a lot of things that weren’t in your files before the afternoon is finished if I have any say in the matter,” Destin promised.
Sula’s eyes widened and her curiosity grew. “I would like to experience that,” she said, her eyes turning a darker blue at the thought. “Will the ache go away?”