Page 61 of Romancing Rem'eb

“Do not distract me, Tia,” he whispers. “I have not forgotten my vow to kiss you all over.”

As if I want to distract him away from that? I want him to kiss me all over, too. I moan a “yes” in response.

Rem’eb gives me another lurid, wet, open-mouth kiss that makes my pussy clench, and then bears me back onto the furs again. I lie back, my arms resting at my sides as he kisses his way down my abdomen, towards the curls covering my pussy. I’m whimpering again, making noises that would embarrass me if I weren’t out of my mind with hunger. I spread my thighs, encouraging him when his big body settles between my knees.

Instead of touching me, though, he just gazes down at everything I’m exposing, as if memorizing the sight of me.

For the last week, we’ve avoided going too far, as if we knew that if someone got undressed, it’d all be over. So we’ve kissed and groped, we’ve had a few dry humping sessions, and we’ve always ended with both of us fully clothed and achingly unfulfilled. Today is different, though. As he gazes at my pussy, he strokes one hand languidly up my thigh.

“I like your fur,” he murmurs.

My nostrils flare and I have to bite the inside of my cheek to keep from laughing. He makes it sound like I have an absolute mop between my legs, when I know there’s nothing more than a few sparse curls. But this is a man—an alien—who has a massive furry tail and a pelt on his lower legs and lower arms, and one that spreads across his shoulders. Of course he’d like any body hair I have. It’s rather freeing and makes me even more confident. I put a foot on his shoulder, then slide it over his back as he leans in so close I can feel his breath against my skin.

Yes. Yes. Yes. Kiss me there. Kiss me right where it’ll feel so fucking good I’ll lose my mind.

He doesn’t, though, and it’s like I’m being edged into madness. Instead, he traces a finger up my thigh, across where it connects to my body, and then down the seam of my pussy. I’m aching and wet, and he drags his fingertip through the slickness there before lifting his finger and examining it.

A moan slips out. My moan.

I watch, fascinated, as his tongue flicks out and he tastes me on his fingertip. I can see the exact moment his glowing eyes darken, the deeper blue of his pupil widening with arousal. He sucks his finger clean, a hungry, rusty sound of pleasure rumbling from his throat. Then, his gaze flicks to mine before he spreads my pussy wide open with his fingers and dips his face in for a better taste.

I cry out as his tongue snakes over my sensitive skin. My hands go to those arching, tall horns of his and I hold on tight, desperate to cling to something as he explores every inch of me with his tongue. There’s no part of me that’s unlicked, no bit of skin that doesn’t get an open-mouth, reverent kiss. His tongue dips inside me, and my hands jerk on his horns. It feels good— really good—and yet I need him to touch my clit, too. My pulse feels as if it is entirely parked there, and it throbs with the desperate need for touch.

“I want to lick you like this every night from now on,” Rem’eb tells me between strokes of his tongue over my skin. “I want to bury my mouth here and never come up for air.”

Whimpering, I reach down and show him my clit, teasing a little circle around it as I do. “Here,” I pant. “Touch me here. Like you did before.”

He grabs my hand and pulls it away, holding it tight so I can’t touch myself. “Patience. I have not forgotten that you need to come. Let me enjoy myself for a while longer.”

Moaning again, I clutch the hand clasped to mine as he tastes me, licking and nibbling until I’m squirming against his mouth.

Rem’eb makes a hungry noise and pulls me down a little bit further, until his face is fully buried in my pussy, and his mouth closes over my clit. I cry out, arching.

He pins my other hand next to the first one, and then they’re both locked down by him, next to my head, while he feasts on my clit. I had no idea that being held down would feel so fucking good, but it adds another layer to my pleasure, and before I even realize what I’m doing, I’m grinding against his mouth as he sucks on my clit, and the hardest, most intense orgasm of my life rolls through my body. I quake all over, shivers going down my spine as he moves over me. He kisses me, hard, and I can taste myself on his mouth. His dick brushes against the inside of my thigh and I spread my legs wider, inviting him over me.

When he slides into me, I let out a sigh, my eyes fluttering closed. His body piercing mine fulfills something deep inside me, like it’s scratching the itch. I lift my hips, my hands still pinned by him, and he rocks against me. “Tia,” he breathes. “My stranger. My mate.”

Then he goes still, and deep inside me, I can feel his frill unfurl. It pushes against my inner walls, the sensation strange. Something surges—the head of his dick—and it’s like it’s fluttering deep inside me as he empties himself. I suck in a breath, fascinated at the sensation. It’s almost like a butterfly is trapped deep inside my body, and it’s making me squirm…and want to come again.

Rem’eb groans, his big body straining over mine. He keeps me trapped in place, and even my wriggling won’t make him let me up. He pulses deep inside me again, and something deep and strange coils in my belly. I moan, circling my hips against his, chasing that new sensation.

“Need more?” he asks.

Panting, I nod, straining against him. I need…something.

A hand steals between us, skimming over the mound of my pussy and then finding my clit. It’s like he flips a switch—a shriek escapes me as my entire body clenches around him again, and this time, the feel of his frill unfurled inside me, the head of his dick pulsing deep in my womb…it makes me come again, but this one feels deeper and ten times more intense. I can’t breathe as my pussy clenches tight. All I can do is arch against his touch, my mouth open wide, as every inch of my body locks up in the most fierce climax I’ve ever had.

Rem’eb touches the side of my face, cupping it even as he catches his breath. “My mate,” he tells me again, his gaze soft as he regards me.

Am I, though? Because he’s going to leave me behind, and if there’s one thing I know about resonance mates on this planet, it’s that they always stay together. I’m not going to argue, though. Not when he’s sunk deep inside me and shuddering, and we’re both out of breath. Not when our khuis are purring so sweetly together, like we’ve finally done something right.

For now, I’m just going to enjoy this moment. The tears can come later.

Chapter

Twenty-Nine

REM’EB

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