Raptor's Desire (A Planet Desire novelette)(8)

Except that his cock remained rigid, rising from his lap.

Andromeda licked her lips. If Khalim had been persistent before—in her dreams—he’d be relentless now. He had maybe a day to gain her password and make his escape.

Lord, how would she resist when already her body softened and oozed with her own arousal? “I should get us food…” Her voice trailed off.

The flare of his nostrils as he caught the scent of her arousal made her squirm in her seat. His gaze grew predatory and slipped from her eyes to her breasts, and lower to her thighs, which she pressed tightly together.

Khalim turned his chair from the screen, never taking his gaze from hers and spread his legs. His invitation was crudely made, but Andromeda had no trouble understanding. He was hers to do with as she pleased.

Liquid gushed from her vagina and wet the seat beneath her. Her nipples puckered, drawing into tightly engorged points. She started to lift her hands to cover them, but he already knew how strong was her desire, so she let them fall back to her lap.

With her heart hammering inside her chest, she turned her chair and rose. Then she took a step toward him, and another, until she stood between his outspread knees, uncertainty and a touch of fear tethering her. He sat so still, she wondered if he drew breath, while her chest rose and fell more quickly. Did she have the courage to take what she wanted? No, needed.

Her body answered for her, and flowering warmth seeped down her legs. With her hands on his knees, she knelt before him and leaned close to rub her cheek along his erection. His cock was hot and velvety smooth against her skin. She inhaled deeply, savoring the musky scent of his arousal, so familiar and yet so new, her body shivered with excitement.

Then she nuzzled him higher, gliding toward the swollen head with her chin and cheek, never taking her gaze from his.

His hands clenched the armrests. His head fell back against the headrest, and his chest expanded, but still he didn’t move to take her.

Andromeda opened her mouth wide and closed her lips around the crown of his cock and sucked.

“Ha’abib!” His hips rose, and his cock slid into her mouth, caressing her tongue and butting against the back of her throat.

Gratified she could hold him in thrall with her seduction, Andromeda slid her hands along his thighs until she reached the crisp hairs at his groin. One hand sought the sac below, and she cupped him there, enjoying his shiver of delight. The other hand encircled the base of his cock, lifting it from his belly to give her better control of his penetration. She lifted her mouth from him and trailed her open lips and tongue along his length, lubricating the shaft. Her hand followed, gliding moistly up and down his cock before her lips returned to chew delicately on the turgid head.

His fingers threaded through her hair, and he pushed her down his length.

Opening her jaw wide, she accepted his guidance and let him surge deep into her throat, again and again, until she needed air and raised her head.

His gaze was still upon her. Perspiration gleamed on his forehead and heaving chest. “Come to me.”

Determined to prove her power, Andromeda kept her gaze locked with his and opened wide to once again take him deep inside the warm cavern of her mouth. She moaned, and the sound vibrated along his cock.

His hands tightened in her hair and pushed her down.

She tightened her lips around him and sucked, gliding up and down, her hand shadowing her movements to increase the friction, squeezing his erection.

Khalim’s thighs quivered, his stomach grew rigid, and his chest expanded as he sucked air through his open mouth. “Enough!” he said, his voice harsh and grinding.

Not nearly enough! Andromeda stood and pushed the armrests up. With his hands at her waist to assist her, she straddled his lap, her knees sliding alongside his hips, until her * poised above his straining cock. Her inner thighs quivered, and she no longer cared who led, who followed. She needed him inside her.

He leaned toward her and captured a breast with his mouth, tugging at the distended tip, and then flicking it with the point of his tongue before returning to his desperate rooting, nudging, pulling…

Her back arched. She’d never known how painfully sensitive her breasts could be.

Unable to hold back a moment longer, Andromeda braced her hands against his broad shoulders and slowly lowered her body. Her wet, swollen labia pressed against the head of his cock until it slipped inside her. She sank, her thighs trembling, unable to control the depth of his piercing erection. Emitting a whimper, her breath caught.

His hands slipped down to her buttocks and gripped a cheek with each hand, and he lifted her. Then down she pressed again, taking him deeper this time.

His mouth switched breasts, and his teeth bit the nipple, causing her to cry out. Her hands moved from his shoulders to his head, and she clutched him, begging him with her action to continue his tender torture.

He murmured deep within his throat, and his hands squeezed her ass tighter, lifting her, pushing her down—farther each time, until she was seated, her hips flush with his, his cock deeper than any other man had ever reached.

A coil of sensual desire wound inside her, curling, twisting. She needed more. She wanted his powerful thrusts.

Dragging his head away from her breast, she leaned to kiss his lips. He wrapped his arms around her shoulders. Her hips undulated, a jerking spasmodic movement. She was beyond grace, beyond thought. His cock stretched her, melting her core until she was ready to burst. She gasped and threw her head back. “Please, Khalim, please!”