Page 60 of Crash Landing
I pressed my mouth to Saleuk’s throat and dragged my tongue down to his chest. He growled, his fingers biting into my shoulders like he was fighting the idea of pushing me off of him.
“Woman, I am balancing on a thin ledge. If you push me—”
“I just nearly died. I’m trying to push you,” I said, my teeth closing over his skin.
It was a gentle bite, but the way it made him shudder only turned my need to feral passion. I needed him so badly it hurt.
Suddenly, his arms were around my waist and he lifted me off the ground. I hugged his hips with my legs, rubbing myself against the hard bulge of his cock. He groaned as he dropped to his knees and set me down on my back beneath him. Within moments, he’d removed my suit and leggings and shoes, taking them all off faster than I ever could. Before I knew it, his lips were on my stomach, pushing the hem of my shirt up until my breasts were bare. His lips sank over one nipple, sucking it to a hard bud. I arched against his mouth, my body ablaze with desire.
“Saleuk,” I whimpered.
He gave ample attention to my other breast before his tongue glided down between them, over the plain of my stomach, to the small patch of curls at the apex of my thighs. Gentle fingers slid between my lower lips to find me wet for him and he moaned with approval. His lips marked my inner thigh before he surged over me again, bracing his hands on either side of my head as he pressed his mouth to mine once more.
“You nearly fall to your death and you’re suddenly dripping for me,” he growled low with pleasure.
I nodded, squirming beneath him. “I’ve never wanted anything more than I want you right now.”
“Say it again.”
“I want you. No, it’s more than that. I’ll die if you don’t fuck me.”
Another deep rumble rose from his throat and he kissed me again, one hand sinking down to the belt of his pants. I heard the material stress as he moved it and raked my fingers back behind his neck to kiss him deeper.
“Keep talking,” he panted against my mouth, pushing my thighs apart with his knee. “Tell me what you want.”
“I want you to fill me. I want you to be my reality. I want to feel you. Pain. Pleasure. I don’t care. I want you inside me.”
The blunt head of his cock pressed to my slick entrance and I gasped, my fingers curling against the back of his neck in anticipation.
“Oh, I’ll make you feel me,” he rasped, gently pushing forward.
Once the head of his cock slipped past the barrier, I threw my head back with a moan. He slid further, stretching me with every tiny movement he made, but I dared not stop him. The burn was great as he pushed forward, but it was him and it transformed the pain into something wonderful. Something meaningful. There was no artificial barrier between us. No dumbed-down version of intimacy. Saleuk was changing my body to fit him and I was consumed by the thought of it.
I was holding my breath for a moment when I felt him slowly pull out of me. Lifting my head, I peered down between us to see the full length of his cock notched at my entrance. He was thick and long, the light colors of his skin darkening at the tip of his shaft. The sides were textured with small, swollen knobs at the base. When I watched him re-enter me, every nerve in me lit on fire at the sight of him disappearing between my legs. I dropped my head back again with a long, shuddering moan.
Saleuk reached back, hooking his hand around my knee and pulling my leg high against his hip. The minuscule shift let him sink deeper, increasing the stretch. The burn. The pleasure. Everything. Tears formed in my eyes as he claimed me, testing the limits of my body with every stroke.
Finally, he was inside me completely and I let out a relieved and dazed breath. Saleuk said something I didn’t understand and licked his tongue lightly over my lips before kissing me once. Past the pain, there were so many wonderful feelings. Slowly, he pulled out and then slid back in, speaking again in his valerian language.
“What are you saying?” I muttered, biting my lip when he thrust slowly into me for a third time.
He let out a low chuckle. “Dirty things, al’fira.”
He kissed my neck, sending hot ripples through my whole body.
“I want to hear them. Say them so I can understand.”
He pushed into me as far as my body would allow, hitting me so deep I jolted at the sudden pinch at the back of my channel. I hissed, pressing my nails into his arms and making him groan a throaty, sexy sound.
“You’re tight,” he said lustfully. He licked his tongue over the shell of my ear. “So fucking tight.” He thrust into me again, hitting places inside me that I didn’t even know existed. “You feel so good, Sam.” He began to rock his hips faster, every thrust somehow decisive yet gentle. “You sheath me so well, I can hardly think.”
“I can’t think at all.”
“You don’t need to,” he chuckled, sliding one hand down between us. His fingers found my clit slick and wet and he immediately began massaging circles over it. My back arched at the pleasure, chasing the sensations. “I need to hear you first. I want to hear you come. Stars above, I’ve wanted to hear what you sound like in delirious ecstasy since I met you.”
“Saleuk…”
I didn’t know what I was going to say. I just had to say his name. My body was tense and on the verge of unraveling. Nothing was like I was expecting. The pressure. The way he stretched me. The pain that fed the pleasure. None of it existed in a virtual world. I was in a rapturous daze, discovering things I liked and yet never knew existed.
