Page 125 of Tempted by Celestial Bodies

He hummed in agreement. “The perfect place to spend some time together, don’t you think?”

And spend time they did, sipping their drinks and talking while Baxian held her. If he wasn’t taking a sip of his drink, his hands were on her, holding her close, gently caressing her through the blanket. When she shifted and part of it fell away to reveal most of her leg, she didn’t replace it. The room was the perfect temperature, and between the hard body of the male behind her and the desire coursing through her veins from his closeness, she was plenty warm enough, almost too hot, actually. His scent addled her senses. The frequent caress of his breath on her ear or face and the proof of his desire beneath her backside didn’t help matters where her body temperature was concerned.

If his body reacted like an Earthean’s, he was ready for around round. He had to want it, to achieve his release if nothing else, but he didn’t ask for it, didn’t redirect their conversation to that topic either. Rather, he asked about her life at the academy and shared about his role in his family’s corporate empire of luxury travel retreats, which happened to be how he’d come to know and fall in love with the mountain range. He’d enjoyed it so much he’d purchased a home there himself—a fact that would have had Aivey tumbling onto the floor in shock at the thought of what it must have cost had he not been holding her. Even so, he didn’t talk about it like the ridiculous luxury it was, which meant he was even more wealthy than she’d first thought.

Sitting with him, just sharing their lives, was a delight in itself, but she’d been lying to say she didn’t ache to have him again. In fact, her pussy literally wept for want of him. The slow rub of his thumb across her skin didn’t help matters, or the infuriatingly slow progress he made in inching his way down her leg toward the apex of her thigh, barely hidden by the edge of the blanket.

Aivey considered shifting her leg and letting the blanket fall away, or better yet, grabbing his hand and putting it right where she wanted it, but there was a delicious agony in the waiting, too. The catching sensation in her chest and the thrum in her veins was a high better than any drink could give. Though they talked casually, she was acutely aware of every bit of him beneath and behind her. Even one strand of his hair brushing across her exposed shoulder was enough to send a shiver down her spine. A burning urgency built in her abdomen, and she didn’t just want him, she needed him.

He had to know how badly she wanted him again,had to. He’d scented her desire before, after all. But damn, the male was taking his time.

He paused his slow circling. “Aivey?”

“Hmm?” She twisted her head to the side and up to look at him, their breaths mingling in the narrow space between them.

The hooded, hungry look in his eyes dried her throat. “You haven’t answered the last two questions I asked. In fact, I’d wager you didn’t hear them at all.”

“Oh, I…” She bit her bottom lip. “I was distracted. Sorry.”

He chuckled, and his hand on her thigh slid lower until his fingertips brushed under the edge of the blanket and along the sensitive skin next to her pussy. “Thinking about?”

“You,” she answered honestly. And then she did shift her leg, just enough to push the blanket away and give access to where she desperately needed him to wander.

He inhaled sharply, his pupils dilating.

As if he had read her mind, he reached between her legs and palmed her pussy. “Fuck, Aivey. You’re drenched for me.”

She was, damn it. Just the feel of his palm against her needy core had her rocking into it, desperate for friction, for him to touch her more.

“Said like you haven’t been hard again for ages.” She rubbed against him for emphasis, earning a little hiss.

He grabbed her breast with his other hand, eliciting a small gasp as he flicked her pearled nipple with the pad of his thumb. “So eager for me again?”

In response, she spread her legs further. Baxian sucked in a breath. He dipped his fingers between her lips then slid them up, right over her clit and back down again.

Her pulse thrummed at the apex of her thighs. “More. Please, Baxian.”

The hand on her breast trailed down until his arm was a hard band around her. In one quick move, he lifted her up, removed his fingers from her core, and yanked the blanket away. With nothing between them as he settled her back on his lap, his warmth, the smooth firmness of his skin, and his throbbing erection were impossible to ignore. Baxian pulled her ass tight against his abdomen, his cock sticking out between her spread legs in an erotic display.

Stars above.

A few small adjustments of their positions and he could be inside her again. Without even thinking, she angled her hips and rocked forward, spreading her wetness along his shaft.

“Aivey, fucking stars,” Baxian ground out. He palmed her breasts with both hands, holding her secure as she leaned forward, letting more of their most intimate parts rub against one another with each roll of her hips. She’d never been much of one to take charge, had never had the courage, really, but with him it was so easy, so natural. He was a question her body knew the answer to.

She moved on him with abandon, seeking her pleasure, savoring his sounds of pleasure and the way he massaged the sensitive globes her breasts. Her breaths drew ragged, the coil of pleasure so tight within her?—

Baxian banded an arm around her again and pulled her flush against his chest. His other hand knotted in her hair just above her nape, turning her head to meet his heated stare. “Turn around, Aivey.” The sound of her name, all hoarse and desperate, sent a shiver across her skin. “I need to be inside you.”

Her lips parted. “Oh.” Some of the haze of her lust peeled back. Her cheeks flamed. She’d been so caught up in the feel of him she’d almost forgotten.

Baxian released her hair and she all but leaped to her feet, wobbling a bit as she did. In a heartbeat, she turned around and straddled him again. “Like this?”

A black tongue slid across his bottom lip as his gaze quickly devoured her from head to hips. “Good girl. You want to ride my cock?” He arched one silver brow.

Aivey bit her bottom lip and nodded.

He grabbed her hip, urging her up as he drew his cock between them and angled it toward her opening. “Then it’s all yours. My first release should make it easier for you to take me again.”

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