Page 54 of Crash Landing
And then I felt Saleuk’s muscles go rigid. I felt his arms pull me tight against him and with one last thrust, he pulled back and hot spend shot against the back of my legs. A strained moan rolled through him and it was the most delightful sound in the world to me.
I stopped stroking myself, content to have been the thing to bring him release, but after a couple moments of silence, I felt him lift up on one elbow. He tugged lightly on my shoulder, rolling me over to look at him. I knew he could see me muchbetter than I could see him in that low light, but I didn’t mind. Not seeing made it easier somehow.
“You deserve the same pleasure from me,” he said.
“It’s ok. I just wanted to feel you.”
He leaned over me, pressing a kiss to my lips. “And I want to feel you, al’fira. Spread your legs for me.”
“Saleuk, I—”
“Trust me. Please.”
Gently, he nudged my thighs apart, his mouth hovering so close to mine I could feel his every breath. Slowly, his fingers glided down between my wet folds and he moaned his approval.
“You are dripping.”
I wasn’t so naïve to think that wasn’t a thing women did when they were turned on. I knew I was turned on. I was so turned on I could scream.
“I can’t take you,” I said with sheer disappointment.
“Not tonight, but I can still give you pleasure.”
He caressed my cheek with his nose before gliding soft kisses down my neck. But it didn’t distract me from the touch of his fingers against my sex. He explored me, prodding gently at my entrance just to tease my senses before his slick fingers circled my clit. I arched off the bed, sucking in a slow, sensual gasp. He continued to stroke me, finding every sensitive, throbbing nerve that existed there. Either he had a sixth sense about it or he knew my body better than I did. I had never touched myself with such precision and it was driving me wild. I began to squirm beneath him, chasing a release that dangled mere inches from my reach.
“Saleuk,” I gasped. “Oh, God.”
He hovered close to my lips again, feathering across my mouth as if to torture me. I was breathing hard, balancing on the edge of something wonderful and none of it felt like a simulation did. It was so real. It was dirty and perfect and made every nerve in my body curl up with delightful tension.
“Trust me, Sam,” he said so softly, that I could hardly hear him, but I nodded.
And when I did, I felt his finger circle my entrance again. I whimpered just as he slid it slowly inside of me. A quiet moan escaped my lips at the same time that Saleuk released a long sigh of pleasure.
“You are so soft. So warm.”
He pulled out, pressing against my clit with his thumb before he dipped his finger back in, pushing deep. When he pulled out, he paused to stroke me a few times, making me tremble under his expert touch.
“Relax for me,” he whispered, kissing me as he slid not one, but two fingers slowly into my sopping heat. I whimpered against his mouth at the slight stretch, but it felt so good at the same time. “Do you want me inside you?”
I nodded desperately as he pumped his fingers a couple of times, letting me adjust. This thumb continued to stroke my clit as he moved inside me. I felt my breath coming in heaves now and when he curled his fingers upward, I arched with a sudden wave of pleasure. Something in me sang with ecstasy as he continued to tease my nerves.
Again and again, he pumped his fingers into me, simultaneously stimulating my clit until he suddenly dropped his head and closed his mouth over my exposed breast. I cried out, unable to control myself, and it spurred him on. He pumped faster, humming against my skin. I was a mess, lost in the unfamiliar sensations.
“More,” I whimpered. “Saleuk, I need more.”
“Don’t tempt me unless you’re sure,” he said, an undertone of pain in his voice like he was desperately holding back.
“Please,” was all I could manage to say.
I felt him withdraw again and stilled when he pressed yet another finger to my entrance. I didn’t protest. My eyes openedto look up at the faint glow of his vividly colored irises and I knew he was asking wordlessly again if it was alright. I said nothing. I simply lifted my hips toward him and shamelessly pulled him in for a kiss. As his tongue slid into my mouth, so did his three fingers invade my tight channel. I gasped at the stretch, my back bowing off the bed. When he stopped, I reached down between us, feeling the girth of his fingers where he was buried only to his first knuckle.
“Deeper,” I breathed.
“You are so tight.”
I nodded. “But I want to feel you.”
I gently drove him further until he slid his fingers deep, stretching my tight walls around him. I moaned loudly, lifting my hips to meet him. When his thumb was back on my clit, I jolted at the sudden, explosive pleasure flooding my core. All I could think about was having his cock inside me, but I knew he was larger than three fingers.
