Page 55 of Dark Space
‘I’ll tell you if it isn’t.’
I moved my fingers further down. ‘Gods below,’ I breathed.
She was hot, almost hot enough to scald my fingertips. Her flesh was swollen; I skimmed over the bud at the top of her sex until I found the wetness below, silently thanking Bryn for his hurried and intensely awkward human biology lesson. I explored gently until I thought I’d found everything I needed to know about in the first instance. I didn’t attempt to press inside her, just collected her moisture and brought it up to circle her bud.
She mewled again.
The sound caught at me and I sat, using my free hand to tug the uniform down until it bunched around her feet. I bit the inside of my cheek as I stared at her. I could have stared for hours on end and still not had my fill; she squirmed beneath me, flushing.
‘Anna,’ I said hoarsely. ‘I –’
‘If you don’t finish what you started, thenI will,’ she said. She took one hand from a horn and slid it down her body, two fingers framing her clit.
That’s not exactly a threat,I thought as her fingers moved. Anna had surprised me a number of times: fighting back against Dainn with an unexpected savagery, standing up to Callan with hidden bravery, and nowthis, taking charge of her pleasure – taking charge ofme– even while spread out, vulnerable, beneath a male twice her size. I realised that this washer; she might be quiet and gentle on the outside, but assuming that wasallthere was – or underestimating her – would be beyond foolish. Watching her touch herself – watching her eyes flutter closed and her lips part, watching her back arch and her thighs tremble, watching her vary the speed and the pressure she used – was possibly the most beautiful – and certainly the most compelling – thing I’d ever seen. I stroked up her thighs as her fingers worked, then traced over her wetness.
‘Alcide,’ she moaned. ‘Alcide, I’m –’
I lowered my mouth and licked straight up her slit.
She mewled, throwing her head back, her toes curling against the blanket beneath her. Her taste spread over my tongue; I gave an embarrassingly needy groan at her salty sweetness, my cock throbbing in response. I licked again, more greedily this time, trying to lap up all the moisture I could, then moved up and added my tongue to the frantic motions of her fingertips against her swollen clit.
Anna shrieked; she pulsed beneath my mouth as her body shuddered. Her remaining hand tightened around my horn, encouraging me to continue what I was doing, an encouragement I was only too happy to act upon. I flattened my tongue and worked her gently through the throes of her climax, taking my cues from her slowing fingers. When she stilled, Imoved down, and licked her thighs and her slit until I could taste nothing but her moisture.
‘Cide,’ she sighed. Her eyes were still closed, as if she didn’t want to come back to herself; I had the sudden, heart-wrenching wish that Callan could see her like this, splayed out naked on my bed, her body relaxed from her climax, her fair lashes shadowing her cheeks. ‘That was … I didn’t imagine … That is to say …’ She took a deep breath; I watched her chest rise and fall with the motion. ‘Thank you.’
‘Thank you?’ I echoed.
‘For … that. For all of it. I didn’t know it would feel that way.’
I frowned. We weren’t the same species; perhaps I’d done something wrong. ‘Was it … different? To how it feels with humans, I mean.’
She swallowed, squeezing her eyes shut tighter. ‘I, um, don’t know how that feels with humans,’ she said. ‘I’ve never come with someone else before. But that was more than I ever imagined.’
‘You don’t know …’ I trailed off. ‘You haven’t done that before?’
She bit her lip. ‘Ihave, it just wasn’t … good. And that … Thatwas. Good, I mean. Better than good.’
I collapsed down on the bed and laughed.
The movement made her finally open her eyes, a shadow of hurt flickering across her expression.
I gathered her up and nuzzled at her cheek. ‘I’ve never done any of that before. I was terrified that I was doing the wrong thing.’
She blinked at me. ‘Youdefinitelydid not do the wrong thing.’
‘Dread gods be praised,’ I said, running a hand through my hair.
She wriggled against me, kicking the uniform onto the ground, freeing her feet, then sat up. ‘I don’t think we’re finished yet.’
‘Not finished …?’ I trailed off as she kissed me once more, my mind entirely blank of anything but her.
I hadn’t even removed my jacket, fully clothed next to her delicious nakedness; Anna ran her hands down my chest and then began to push the stiff coat from my shoulders. I sat and helped her; she gave me a shy look, then cupped my cheeks with her hands and bent to kiss me again.
When my jacket was crumpled in a heap next to her uniform, she worked the hooks of my shirt to bare my chest, pausing only to examine the first clasp before her clever fingers made short work of the rest of them. I was panting by the time she finished, my skin alight with the pleasure of her stroking it, my mouth devouring hers at every available opportunity. I couldn’t get enough of kissing her; I felt as if I was drowning in her kiss, slipping beneath her clear blue gaze, never to resurface.
When she tentatively touched my cock through the barrier of my pants, I groaned again, falling back and fisting my fingers in the blanket so she could do whatever she wanted with me. She traced the shape of me as I all but shook with the effort to stay still.
‘Don’t do anything you don’t want to, Anna,’ I rasped. ‘There is no expectation, no pressure.’
