Page 61 of Crash Landing
“Talk to me,” he panted, his fingers expertly torturing my clit while his cock claimed everything inside me. “Tell me what you feel.”
“I feel… oh, God… I feel you so deep.”
He chuckled again and my core fluttered at the handsome sound.
“I am deep,” he said, his mouth barely an inch above mine. He thrust harder, his body rocking against mine with more vigor and desperation. “And you’re taking me so well. Like you were made for me.”
Pulling his fingers from my clit, he reached out to take my wrist, pushing my hand between us. He guided my fingers low until I could feel his thick shaft moving in and out of me, rock hard and thick.
I trembled, peering up into the vibrant depths of his eyes.
“Feel that?” he said. He sunk into me until the swollen base pressed hard against my knuckles. “You’re taking all of me.”
I nodded, wordless and overwhelmed with the cluster of sensations coiling deep inside.
“Saleuk,” I sighed raggedly, the pressure driving me to the brink. I needed release. I needed… something.
“I know, al’fira. I want you to come for me. Don’t hold back.”
“I need…” I swallowed my words, finding it hard to even breathe.
Like he could read my mind, he turned his hand and once more assaulted my clit with his slick, gentle fingers. My nerves sang with pleasure instantly. No… they screamed with pleasure. He continued to rock into me, harder and faster with every thrust. The friction was everything. It was overwhelming and perfect and easy to get lost in.
And I did. I could hear nothing outside of my own sobbing breaths, Saleuk’s heavy, rugged groans, and the crude sound of our joining. When his mouth closed over the bend of my shoulder and his teeth grazed my flesh, the threads binding my self-control snapped and sent me careening over an invisible ledge.
My back bowed. My toes curled. I thought I was going to lose my mind and scream, but instead, I choked out a breathy cry, my nails scouring Saleuk’s arms. He growled, biting harder against my neck. He continued to rock into me again and again, torturing me through my orgasm and giving me no reprieve from his heavenly assault.
Then, finally, I felt his muscles go rigid. He plunged deep, hitting that painful spot deep inside, and stilled. Liquid heat surged inside me, filling me and claiming me. I heard him let out a strained cry, the aftershocks of his release shuddered through every bit of his body. Knowing he’d just come inside me nearly made me climax all over again.
Spent, Saleuk collapsed on top of me, falling slightly to the side so he didn’t crush me beneath his weight. We were both fighting for air, satiated and boneless. We were dirty. Sweaty. I was covered in cuts and bruises I didn’t want Saleuk to know about until we had our heads on straight again. But it was all pure perfection. I blinked tiredly, a smile lazily spreading across my lips.
“Are you alright?” he panted.
“I’m more than alright.”
Tenderly, Saleuk reached down between us, gingerly pulling himself from my body. I hissed, realizing suddenly how raw and sore I was. In the moment, the pain was just a way to heighten the pleasure, but now I was feeling it as pain was meant to be felt.
“You’re bleeding a little,” he said calmly, adjusting his belt to conceal his cock behind his pants again.
I lifted my head to see what he was talking about, but it must have been so little because I saw nothing.
“How much?” I asked.
“Not much. It’s to be expected.”
“I know.” I sat up on my hands and licked my lips. “I only worry at how long it will take to heal. I already want to do it again.”
He took a deep breath of me and let it out on a slow hum.
“Al’fira, I would take you a hundred more times right here. In my bed. On my ship. Anywhere.”
21: Sam
I’d somehow fallen to sleep in that wet, cold cave with my body pressed up against Saleuk’s. He was plenty warm and the feel of him made all the danger and noise go away, granting me one of the best slumbers of my life yet again. When I woke, I saw his silhouette at the mouth of the cave, leaning against the stone with his arms crossed and his back turned to me. It was barely drizzling. Sparse amounts of orange light bled through the clouds and runoff from atop the mountain was slowing down enough to not look like we’d spent the night behind a waterfall.
Quietly, I sat up and reached for my jumpsuit. At some point after we had sex, I’d slipped on my leggings again, but my shoes and jumpsuit were in a pile next to the wall. When he heard me, Saleuk turned, and seeing his face sent a wonderful shiver through me. He was fully dressed in his thermal suit again and as I pulled the sleeves of my jumpsuit on, he zipped up his jacket and walked toward me. He had to duck his head a little to navigate the cave, but not for long before he sat himself against the wall.
“Remember how I said I didn’t want to spend another night here?” I said jokingly.
