Page 165 of Tempted by Celestial Bodies

“That’s what I’m waiting for.” I sucked harder, faster, and shifted my hand to cup his balls drawn tight with his need to climax and caressed his perineum.

“Tori!” His body tensed as he shouted my name. Hard ridges of muscles and veins stood out on his sweat-slick flesh while firelight pulsed beneath.

Drawing my tongue around his cock, I sucked on the head while I rubbed the sensitive flesh between his balls and his ass.

“Come with me,” he growled. There was no time to object before he closed his lips over my clit and sucked.

All my senses narrowed to that pulling sensation. My toes slipped over the edge of the metaphorical cliff. “Please,” I begged, and increased my ministrations to his shaft.

“You taste so fucking good.” He sucked again, harder, and drove a finger inside me.

With the hyper-sensitivity and swelling pleasure centered directly where Thrash used his talented tongue, I didn’t know how I focused on his cock, but I took as much of him as I could into my mouth. The sound of his pleasure pushed me closer to the edge.

I swirled my tongue around the head as I drew back. “So close,” I panted, moving my hips, simultaneously trying to squirm away from and closer to his mouth.

Another wave of pheromones rose and ripped into me. From my clit to my core, the intensity stretched like a rubber band, ready to snap. I squeezed my eyes shut while I applied every sensual pleasure in my arsenal to his dick.

Thrash shoved a second finger deep inside of me and curled them into my g-spot as he sucked on my clit.

Everything I was drew inward, focused on that singular sensation. The universe paused. Time stilled. All at once I came apart, exploding on a scream.

“Tori!” He followed me over the edge. His hips jerked and he came. Cum sprayed onto my chest, throat, and into my mouth, hot, sticky, and delicious.

I swallowed. The flavor of ecstasy slid down my throat. I licked my lips, wanting more, and proceeded to lap at his erection until he groaned.

At the sound, another orgasm tore into me, or maybe it was the same one. Squeezing my eyes shut, I tilted my head back and rode the waves of undulating pleasure.

Lost in a haze of wanton delight, I barely noticed Thrash withdrawing his fingers from my pulsing core, but once removed, I was keenly aware of the absence ofhim.

Before I could form the words to object, I felt the molten, silky drag of his tongue over my center, lapping up my cum.

My chest shook as a breathy whimper left me. My bones were soft and liquid, my muscles hot and loose.

“Delicious,” he murmured against me. “Your pussy is more beautiful than any nebula.”

He rose, carefully stepping over me and away. Cold air swept over my bare skin thanks to all the torn clothing.

“Don’t go,” I mumbled the sleepy protest. The damp remnants of my arousal and Thrash’s ministrations between my thighs exposed to the cold air caused me to shiver. My arms felt like sandbags attached to my shoulders, but I summoned enough energy to reach for him.

There was no telling when—if—the team would find us, but in this moment, I didn’t care, so long as I was wrapped in Thrash’s arms.

“Don’t worry, I’m not done with you yet.” He brought his big body down over me and nuzzled my neck, inhaling deeply. “I like the smell of me on you.” His guttural voice sent another shiver through me for an entirely different reason. He worked his way up my throat, and then his lips were on mine.

The kiss was slow and teasing. A fizzy sensation tickled my chest. Lips parted, we shared breaths before his tongue pushed inside. The taste of our pleasure mingled on my tastebuds as our tongues stroked and swirled.

Slowly he pulled back. A few lingering pulls on my lower lip and he ended the dance.

A satiated smile curled my lips. My body felt heavy in the best way. I could sleep for days. Maybe I would hibernate in his arms until help arrived.

With my eyes closed, I drew lazy circles on his bare back. His scales were warm and smooth beneath the pads of my fingertips. A pleasing texture: hard but pliable, like a thin shell over thick leather. I drew my hands lower, where the scales transitioned to velvety flesh layered over slabs of hard muscles.

I could have been enjoying this all these long, lonely months. Why had I resisted? Because I was a stubborn idiot. Multiple orgasms didn’t negate the fact that I was ready to be done with this life, but I was open to a conversation about the future—a future together.

Thrash found my neck again and delivered a soft kiss. “The floor is hard, and your clothes can’t take much more.” He rose and strode out of my line of sight, toward the single intact storage closet. Teal and pink light reflected on the glossy black scales layered over his shoulders and down his back, transitioning to flesh at the bottom of his ribcage. The moving light show of pink and teal was only interrupted by the swish of his dark hair.

“You ruined them first,” I mumbled to his retreating back and forced my stiff body to bend as I sat up on my elbows. There was no way I would miss the opportunity to watch his gloriously bare backside. The muscled divots of his exceptionally firm ass flexed with each step he took. That man had a scrumptious derrière, and I had the ridiculous urge to take a bite.

“Hate to see you go, but I love to watch you leave.”And I can’t wait for the return view.

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