Page 37 of Devin
“Yeah, well, then why didn’t you say so? Do you know how embarrassing it was to have someone else have to explain the birds and the bees to me?”
“I am sure they have pollinators here, but I fail to understand-”
“Sex! Mating! That whole bitey thing. I just thought that was something you were into.”
“Is that not how Terrans mate?”
“No! I mean the mechanics are basically the same, but there’s no biting, not usually. And definitely not permanent.”
“We are permanent,” Devin said, again with a hint of ambivalence.
“Yeah, I got that.”
He turned and sighed heavily, as if the entire weight of the world was on his shoulders. Despite her anger, she felt sorry for that sexy hunk of a man. He was taking responsibility for Haxit’s death, even if it had been an accident. Devin was holding it all in, and the pressure was beginning to show on his skin. She touched a tattoo near a mottled green patch on his back. It began to glow. Val traced the spiral and watched, fascinated as it reacted to her finger. His skin was still wet in places from the shower, and like his head, was completely devoid of hair and smooth.
Devin froze and let her explore. Val didn’t really have the chance to do that before, when she was in too much of a rush to put him inside her, to quench that emptiness that could only be filled with his hard insistence.
She didn’t have to reach around to know that he was already hard. He was seemingly always hard, but at least now, he seemed to have conquered that not-willing part. Val stepped closer and brought her fingers down, tracing his tattoo down to his ass. She cupped one hard cheek in her hand and brought the other around his well defined hips. In order to grab his cock, she had to press herself against him. Val regretted not being completely naked already, but to take off her clothes, she’d have to let go of him, and she was too enamored with the weight and heat of him pulsing in her hand.
“You need me right now, don’t you?” she asked. Val certainly needed him. She felt herself growing wet just thinking about their last quick encounter.
“I do. I need you. I yearn to be inside of you.”
His words sparked another jolt of pleasure. She let go of his cock and yanked off her top. Devin turned and watched her slide her shorts and panties down her hips and kick them off.
“I want you on top of me,” Val said, her voice sounding strangely not like her own.
Devin reached for her, slipping a finger between her folds, testing for wetness. Val’s legs grew rubbery as he found her clit and began playing with it as he slipped one finger, then another inside her.
“Yes, I think my mate is ready as am I,” he said, as if his own cock wasn’t hard and pulsing between them. He claimed her mouth and matched the thrusting of his tongue with the pulsing of his fingers. His other arm wrapped around her, and it was a good thing too, because her knees gave out as a wave of unexpected pleasure washed over her.
When he lifted his head, he was smiling a cocky smile. “I can feel you squeezing my fingers.”
“I’d rather be squeezing your cock.”
She reached over and grabbed him, stroking the length of his shaft, pulling him ever so slightly toward the bed. He responded with a wiggle of his fingers. Sparks flew and Val knew it wouldn’t take much to push her into another orgasm. Everything he did to her seemed to press her body to the limit with lightning speed.
“Enjoying yourself?” she asked.
“I am enjoying my mate.”
“Why don’t you enjoy your mate on the bed for once?”
“I suppose I could do that. But then I’d have to remove my fingers and I think I want to watch your pleasure one more time before I-”
Devin stopped mid-sentence to put his fingers to work. Val threw back her head and let it wash over her until he removed his fingers and gently placed her on the bed. He knelt above her.
“I believe that you are sufficiently lubricated,” Devin said.
“You mean I’m wet. I’m very wet. And ready.”
“That too.”
Val spread her legs and wrapped them around Devin’s hips as he lowered himself into place. With one torturously slow movement, he pressed into her. Her body gladly took his whole length. She was marvelously full of him and delighted in the weight of Devin above her, pinning her to the bed. Even as he let his instincts take over, he was careful not to crush her under his solid warrior’s body. He set a rhythm that had Val crying out for more. Her legs tightened around him again and her brain exploded in stars. She had a fleeting thought that no human man could have lasted this long, pistoning into her, giving her the friction that her body craved.
Val saw on his face that moment when he crossed the threshold, when Devin’s will to pleasure his mate bent to the need for release. She welcomed it, begged for it in a way she’d never done before.
“Give it to me. Give me your seed. Cum inside me. Fill me.”
