Page 53 of Needed in the Night
I fell against his chest, panting and shaking. He held me close, his lips on my hair, and murmured my name over and over like a song.
“My Isla,” he said, stroking my back as I trembled. “You were perfect. So beautiful.”
Once I’d caught my breath, he let go of the wall, held me close with one arm, and swam toward the other side of the pool with the other arm and his legs, making sure my head stayed out of the water. The sensation of water streaming over my sensitive, tingling skin was exquisite.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“Taking you to the bed,” he said, his voice rough and chest rumbling.
“You promised to make me come in the poolandon the basking stone,” I protested weakly.
“And I will.” He reached the steps that led out of the water and swung me up in his arms to carry me. “Once I figure out a way to make sure you are comfortable while I do so.”
I thought about the problem. “A pillow for my knees would work nicely…and then we can figure it out from there.”
He paused, the corners of his lips turning up. “I suppose it would not inconvenience our hosts too much if we relocated some of the bedding.”
He carried me up the steps, leaving a trail of wet footprints and dripping water from the stairs to the bed.
When he set me on my feet, though, our height difference made me reconsider my comment about that pillow for myknees. He was too tall for me to kneel in front of him and reach his cocks with my mouth. Hmm.
I recalled from last night how temptingly well-positioned I had been sitting on the edge of the bed. And his sleep pants were not going to interfere this time.
“Isla?” Mikas asked, his head tilted. “What are you thinking about?”
“You.” I sat on the side of the bed and beckoned. “Come here.”
He obeyed without question.
His body was indeed a masterpiece, from his thick, dark hair to his feet. And wet from the pool, he was even more magnificent.
As often seemed to be the case, the genetic engineers who’d created him had apparently taken all the best and most beautiful—and tantalizing—aspects of various species to forge a man who could have stood on a pedestal in the center of an art gallery and been every bit as much a work of art as the rest of the collection.
But beyond that, he was wonderfullyMikas, and nothing of who he was could be credited to any genetic engineers. His kindness and care and everything else I adored about him were his own.
He stood directly in front of me, his dark eyes looking down as I gazed up at him. “Isla,” he said, his hand caressing my cheek. The way he said my name was different from anyone who’d ever spoken those two syllables, as if for him the word was both a name and a kind of prayer.
“Do you want my touches?” I asked, my voice shaky with how much I wanted him.
“Yes,” he said simply. “Forever, if I may have them.”
His beautiful cocks had been erect and dripping for me from the moment I’d surfaced next to his basking stone. They’d also beaded with shimmery liquid.
Near the base of his lower cock, a telltale swelling began under my gaze. And though I’d never encountered one socially before, I recognized it as a knot. My pussy gushed at the sight, and again at the realization that for it to lock inside me for its intended purpose, he would likely be behind me as I bent over for him…and his upper cock would be either stroking along my ass or buried inside it.
Maybe Mikas was imagining the same scene. He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, his hands shaking. “Gods, Isla.”
I took his beautiful cocks in my hands. The shimmery liquid proved to be natural lubricant, and its scent and the sensation of my fingers and palms gliding through it made my pussy and ass clench and ache to be filled.
As gently as I touched him, Mikas’s entire body quaked, and his hips moved so his cocks slid in my grip. He made a sound so guttural, so primal, that I moaned.
I stroked him with both hands, exploring the universe of textures, bumps, and slickness, from dripping tips to burgeoning knot and his firm, globe-like balls. And when I trailed one fingertip over the delicate, sensitive skin below his balls, twin releases of precum splattered my arms and face. He groaned and braced himself.
Stroking both cocks evenly and deliberately, I took the head of his upper cock into my mouth. He nearly roared, his hips jerking as he fought to control his thrusts. Oh, gods. I almost came myself from the heat and taste of him and the sounds he made for me. His lubrication was mild and sweet, and his precum’s saltiness matched it perfectly.
“Isla,” he ground out, his hand resting gently on my head even now and fingers in my hair. “Isla, yes. Gods, yes.”
Even with my jaw open wide, I couldn’t take more than a fraction of his enormous cock into my mouth, and the prospect of taking its whole girth and length anywhere else made me squirm with arousal. And both…oh, gods above and below.
