Page 21 of Captain's Companion

“Gwyn,” he murmured her name as she tensed. “What’s wrong?”

“I shouldn’t have eaten,” she said starting to wiggle towards the edge of the bed.

“Yes, you should,” he grabbed her around the waist. Taking the plate from her, he set both on his bedside stand.

“You don’t understand,” she said. “They’ll send missives and make me report my weight daily.”

“You’ll send them to me,” he said his hands cupping her large breasts as he buried his face in them. He caressed her bottom, squeezing her bottom as he pulled her on top of him. “Do you feel this?”

“Little Ulrik is very demanding,” she said as she slipped down the long length of his cock. “Oh Ulrik. You feel so good in me. Why do you?”

“We’re meant to be joined,” he said as he sucked in one of her nipples. His teeth scrapped across her sensitive nipple... “Like that?”

“Yes,” she said pushing his face back into her breasts. Her hands gripped his hair and held him firmly against her breasts. He pressed her breasts together, squeezed them, and teased her nipples. The more he did the more she moved against him, rubbing her hips against his.

“My Gwyn,” he muttered lost in all of her. “Mine. Always.”

“Ulrik,” she murmured his name. Trembling, she arched her back to give him more access. His hands caressed as his mouth devoured her bulging breasts.

“So beautiful,” he said thrusting deep into her channel. “So lovely.” Slipping his hand down, he toyed with her clit, pressed his thumb against it. He felt it throbbing.

Gwyn gripped his shoulders. Slipped her hands into his lush hair, her hips pushed forward and back. The more he touched her the faster her hips moved. She clutched him to her breasts, wanted him to never stop.

Shock ripped through her body as he flicked her clit. She trembled, hands gripped his shoulders, and her head flung back as he pushed her over the top of her orgasm. “Ulrik,” she gasped out. She realized he hadn’t climaxed. “I wanted us to…” Sudden tears stung, she turned her head away.

“Gwyn,” he said making her look at him. “I only want to pleasure you.”

“I want us to enjoy this together,” she said. “I must not do it for you. Otherwise you wouldn’t be able to hold back.”

“I … you have no idea how often a Sinivite can climax,” he said. She pushed against him, wanting him to let go.

“You should have chosen someone like you normally do,” she whispered hanging her head.

“You’re who I want,” he said. Rolling over, he trapped her under him. “I don’t want any other woman. You.”

“But you don’t…” she swallowed hard. “Let me up.”

He didn’t want to let her go but he wouldn’t force her. Rolling off her, he lay on his back. His cock throbbing, wanting her. She rolled to the side of the bed and sat up.

Gwyn swallowed her disappointment and searched for her professional demeanor. “Do you require any services,” she asked.

“Don’t do that,” he growled. “I don’t want a professional. I want you.”

“It’s not too late to get a replacement,” she said. Even as she said it, an ache started in her heart.

“Never,” he said. Taking a deep breath, he moved to sit next to her. “Sinivite males remain hard for days when they meet their mates.”

“Mate,” she said not looking at him.

“I could climax right now,” he said. “All you have to do is touch me and I’ll spew all over you.”

“Right,” she said sarcasm dripping in the single word.

“Touch me,” he said. Gripping the bed so hard, he feared she wouldn’t.

Gwyn’s eyes swept from his hard cock to his eyes. She stood in front of him. “Lay down,” she ordered. She knew how to command.

Ulrik lay back, his rigid cock stood at attention. Her hands touched his thighs. “Take me,” he murmured. “Please. Take me.”