Page 11 of Saving the Sautiitions

Willa crawls up behind me on the bed, her little hands kneading my shoulders. I groan at the feeling; she has to have magic in her hands because that feels absolutely heavenly. I lean back, pressing myself against her, my head lolling against her chest. She chuckles and continues to rub my neck, shoulders, and down my chest.

She unzips the top of my jumpsuit, pushing the zipper about halfway down my chest, as far as she can get it without leaning over me. Her hands slide beneath the material, warmth spreading from her hands to my skin, and I couldn’t stop the sigh that escapes me if I wanted to.

I know what she’s trying to do, but I’m not sure I want to go there yet. She’s been abused and hurt in the past. I don’t want her to ever think that I’m taking advantage of her or hurting her like Xenshay did. Just because we’re soul-bonded doesn’t mean I’m going to use that excuse to take from her. She deserves to be treated with the utmost respect, even in the bedroom.

She kisses my temple, my cheek, her hands following her body as she leans over slightly, her fingers grazing my belly button. I sit up, pulling away from her. Turning and pulling her around me, guiding her as she straddles my lap. I stare up at her beautiful face, her swirling eyes holding more emotion than she dares to say. It’s clear that she loves me, but will that love override the fear she’d been conditioned to live in?

I cup her face, tucking some hair behind her ear. “You’re so beautiful, Willa. Thank you for helping me relax. I needed it more than I realized.”

I pull her to me, kissing her softly as my eyes fall closed. She sighs, her body sinking against mine. Of course, my body doesn’t cooperate with my mind as my cock stirs to life beneath her. She moans into the kiss, deepening it as her hands push my jumpsuit off my shoulders, down my arms.

I pull my arms free of the sleeves and wrap them around her middle, pulling her flush against my chest. I want her more than I dare say, but I refuse to push her if she isn’t ready. Seeing how painful it was for her to relive her days with Xenshay, I haven’t been able to even bring up the topic of sex because I was afraid it would overwhelm her. Yet, here I am, hard as a rock, with her moaning in my arms from a simple kiss.

Her hands glide through my hair, down my neck, and over my chest, the sensation enough to make me groan at the contact. Her hands are softer than anything I’ve ever felt, and I want them everywhere. She pushes on my chest, sitting up as she swiftly pulls her shirt over her head, dropping it to the floor.

I swallow audibly, unsure of what to do. I want to just devour her, run my hands all over her, suck her nipples into my mouth as she screams my name, but I would never touch a woman without her consent. It’s against my code - as a man, as a lieutenant, as a decent human being.

“Willa… I… you’re killing me, here. Are you sure you’re ready for this?” The words barely make it out of my mouth in a whisper as I force my eyes to stay on her face. If I look down and get a full, direct view of her body, I may not be able to stop myself, code be damned.

She cups my cheek, a sympathetic smile gracing her soft face. “Yes, I’m sure. I know what my past holds, but you are my present, my future. You’re everything I’ve ever wanted and more, Jeff. You would never hurt me like that. I trust you more than anyone else in my life. Please, don’t make me beg you.”

I stare into her eyes, and seeing nothing but honesty and love, I pull her to me and kiss her with all I have. I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone stronger than this woman right here. To acknowledge your past and push forward with someone new like it never happened, that takes some serious strength.

My hands slide up her body, grabbing her pert little breasts in my hands as I squeeze, roll, and pinch her nipples. She moans into my mouth, her hips rocking against mine, against the steel bar in my pants. I kiss my way down her neck, her chest, until I suck one nipple into my mouth, nipping at it as I suck and lick. Her head falls back as she pants, her hips grinding with enthusiasm as she moans at my touch.

I squeeze her to me, flipping us so she’s on her back on the bed. I grab her skirt and pull it down her body, dropping it to the floor. She sits up on the edge of the bed, looking up at me as I stand over her, nothing but love and desire in her swirling green eyes.

She stands up, wrapping her arms around my neck as she kisses me softly, pressing her body to mine. Her breasts pressed against my chest make my dick twitch in anticipation. I slide my hands down her hips, gripping her ass, making her tail lash wildly from side to side.

She slowly kisses her way down my body, stopping at my belly button as she finishes unzipping the jumpsuit, pushing it down my legs. My cock springs free and she gently pulls my legs free of the suit, tossing it aside. She rises slowly, her tongue darting out to lick the tip of my cock as she sits up on the bed.

“Lie back, Willa.” My tone is firm, but I do my best to keep it soft, not too commanding. She looks up at me and grins, slowly crawling backward on the bed. She lies down with her hands by her head, and her tail taps the bed to her side as she watches me.

I sit on my knees between her legs, my hands running up and down her shins as I take her in. Purple skin, just a few shades lighter than Vahru’s, with even paler swirls all over. Her black hair is down, a few small braids in it to keep some pulled back from her face, and fanned across the pillow below her. Her lips are swollen from kissing me, and she’s nearly panting with anticipation.

I lean forward and kiss her gently, purposely keeping my body from touching hers. If I let myself fall against her, I won’t be able to stop myself from plunging into her. I want to take this slow, worship her as she deserves. I want her to see how sheshouldbe treated, how her needs should be met by someone whotrulyappreciates her.

I kiss my way down her body, her legs falling farther apart as I go. I nip at her hip, making her jump a bit before I kiss her thigh, running my tongue up the smooth skin to her core. She’s already glistening and wet for me, and that has me grinning in pride. I slowly glide my tongue along her slit, flicking her clit on the way up. She jumps at the contact and moans, her breath coming in short pants. I dip my tongue into her core before sliding it up to take her clit into my mouth, sucking on it, flicking it with my tongue.

She moans louder, her fingers gliding into my hair as her hips buck, begging for more. I gently slide two fingers into her soaking core, making her squeal in pleasure. I keep my fingers at a leisurely pace, teasing her as I continue my assault on her clit. Her breathing grows more erratic, her moans louder until I shove my fingers deep, rubbing them against that special spot as I bite down on her clit ever so gently.

She screams, her hips lifting from the bed as her body clamps around mine. She’s squeezing my fingers so tight that the thought of her squeezing my cock like that nearly has me coming undone with her. I don’t stop, drawing out her pleasure for as long as I can before I slow, pulling my fingers back enough for her to relax back into the bed.

I sit up, grinning at her as she wipes some hair from her face. “That’s one.”

She blushes, and I lean back down, licking her until she comes a second time, her thighs squeezing my head as she pulls my hair. Her tail wraps around my bicep as her hips thrash slightly, and I feel an intense amount of pride for a moment. I don’t think she’s ever had orgasms like this, but I’ll make sure she gets several every time from now on.

“That’s two.” I wink at her as I crawl up her body, hovering over her.

“Why are you counting?” Her voice is breathy, unsteady as she pants. She shivers a bit, and I grin, knowing that I’m overstimulating her body to the point that she’s trembling.

“I want to make sure that you getat leasttwo orgasms before you take my cock. Always.”

She blushes at my statement, not used to hearing me say things this dirty. “Can I ask why?”

I lower my body, laying it on top of hers, and she sighs, her eyes closing as her head pushes back into the pillow, as if the contact of our skin is orgasmic in itself.

“Because you deserve to be worshipped, you deserve to be shown how amazing you are, and you deserve to receive just as much love as you give out. I also want you to be ready for me. I would never force you, and I would never want you to take something you aren’t ready for.”

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