Page 36 of Romancing Rem'eb

“Tia,” he breathes, and then his tongue is on my nipple and his arms are around me and I wonder if I could come just from this. I lock my legs around one of his arms, pulling it between my thighs, and grind against it. He growls low in his throat. “Tell me what you need and I will give it to you. Tell me how to ease your hunger.”

“Just…stay…right…there,” I tell him, even as I rock against the thick forearm that has somehow found its way under my skirt. I don’t care that I’ve mounted his arm and am grinding shamelessly against it. All I care about is easing this fire under my skin that has turned into an inferno.

Rem’eb lightly nips at the tip of my breast, and the shock of pleasure-mixed-with-pain makes me gasp—and gives me a sharp, quick orgasm. I come, groaning and clenching his head to my breast even as I rock against him. When I can breathe, though, the fire inside me doesn’t feel as if it’s been put out. If anything, it feels like the flames have been fanned.

This has to be resonance. Haven’t the others said that resonance always feels like no amount of touching is enough until your mate gets you pregnant? No amount of orgasms will soothe a khui that wants you knocked up. That’s definitely what this feels like.

Yet I’m not surprised—and only mildly frustrated—when I rub my chest and my heart is only pounding. Figures. If it’s resonance, it’s waiting for something. What, I don’t know. But it’s determined not to show its head just yet.

Rem’eb rubs his face against my exposed breast, his eyes heavy with arousal. “By the ash, you smell so good.”

I make a little humming sound of pleasure in my throat, feeling good. I love the feel of his mouth and hands on my skin, like he can’t get enough of touching me. It makes me want to touch him. It makes me want to give him the same experience I had.

And, okay, I want to see what he’s packing. Because he’s enormous all over and just thinking about what he might be hiding under that kilt makes me clench with need. I slide my hand down his chest and give him an open-mouthed kiss, letting him know I’m ready to keep this party going.

Rem’eb slides a hand under my skirt, clenching my buttock. “I want to rub my mouth all over you,” he tells me, voice ragged. “Will you let me?”

“Actually we have the same idea,” I tell him playfully, letting my fingertips tease against the belt holding up his kilt. “Can I keep going?”

And since I know he can’t understand me, I slide down his chest, wriggling out of his grasp, and kiss my way down his abdomen.

His breath hitches in his throat, making me feel powerful and delicious. One hand spasms on my shoulder, and another flutters against my back, as if he’s afraid to disturb me.

I chuckle and keep kissing my way down, encouraged by his response. “Glad we’re on the same page.”

Rem’eb’s stomach quivers as I kiss my way down it.

Chapter

Seventeen

TIA

Despite the bushy mane on his head and lower arms and legs, the thick pelt on his shoulders and pectorals thins out to an enticing trail on his flat stomach. I continue kissing, and then put a hand on his chest, pushing him onto his back so I can explore everything. I’m practically salivating as I undo his belt, his tail twitching as I do. One of the biggest things that the women gossip about on this planet are how well-equipped their men are. Maybe this makes me a size queen, but I absolutely want Rem’eb to be packing some serious heat. I’m excited just thinking about it. And the sa-khui men have spurs. What glorious exciting things will this man have? His kilt falls away…

…and it takes everything I have not to whine in disappointment.

Rem’eb’s dick is…uninspiring. There’s no spur, no ridges, no nothing extra special. His penis is long and somewhat slender, with a foreskin that goes all the way up to a bulbed head, cupping the somewhat-larger-than-usual tip like a particularly thick turtleneck.

Oh. Welp.

Then I shake the disappointment away. It’s not about how big his dick is, or the accoutrements that come with it, it’s how he uses it and how he gets me off. And since he already got me off once, I’m determined to get him off, too.

So I give him a sultry smile, wrap my hand around the base of his narrow shaft, and take the head in my mouth.

Immediately, he gasps and pulls back. “Wait…Tia. My frill.”

Oh, that’s an interesting word for it. “Your frill, hmm?” I flick the tip of my tongue along the underside of his dick, teasing the hard circle that cups the head of him. “Is this your frill?”

His eyes roll back out of sheer pleasure. “You…are you sure you should put it in your mouth?”

That’s another thing I’ve been warned about—that alien men get shy the moment a woman tries to give them head. So stinking cute. I want to chortle with delight. I’m feeling powerful and sexy and in control, and I want nothing more than to make him come with my mouth.

I let my tongue flick against the head of his dick again, and then suck the entire thing into my mouth. I’m going to make him feel so very good.

Rem’eb hisses, his body tightening. “I…I do not know if I can last…”

Making sexy noises of agreement, I keep working his dick, pulling him deeper into my mouth and using my tongue along the underside of him. I want him to come in my mouth. That’s the point. I push that bulbous head of him deeper, as far back as I can take him.

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