Page 24 of 3 Secrets to Love
I patted the space on the bed beside me. “Come here. Lie with me. Tell me how things went today.” I didn’t know if I would wake up more to go through with my plan or just fall asleep again with him beside me, but I wanted him close regardless.
Before joining me on the bed, he removed his shirt and pants, draping them over the nearby chair. “It was busy. A lot of meetings, saying what I want for Yatak over and over, and signing so many documents.”
“Well, you can rest now.” Cuddling into his side, I splayed my hands across his bare, muscular chest. His kind had so much hair on their bodies, yet they had bare faces, chests, palms, and feet. It made me wonder what he looked like under his shorts. Not once, in all the time we’d spent together, had we seen each other completely naked.
“Mmm, yeah.” He pulled me in closer and kissed the top of my head. “It’s kind of nice to have you here to come back to. How was your day? What did you get up to?”
“I talked to my sister.” Chewing on my bottom lip, I remembered that conversation. Then my mind reverted back to wondering what he looked like under his sleep shorts.
“I assume everything is okay with her?” I felt his body tense as he waited for an answer.
“Yeah. We just talked about things.” I slowly moved my hand down his chest, my curiosity piqued.
“Things?” He relaxed a bit, but not completely. “What kind of things?”
“You.” I glanced up at him as I ran my fingers along the waist of his sleep shorts. “And mesodenka.”
Catching me off guard, he rolled me onto my back and kneeled over me. “Mesodenka, huh? What would you need that for?”
I smiled up at him as trepidation fluttered through my chest. There were so many answers I could give him, but I didn’t want to sound foolish or like any of the others he’d been with in his past. Heck, I didn’t even want to think about them.
With a soft smile, he brushed his knuckles along my cheek. “I have very strong feelings for you, Xacalla, but I don’t want to make you do anything you’re not ready for. I will wait for you.”
My heart skipped a beat, and tears formed in the corners of my eyes, but I didn’t let that stop me. “I’m ready,” I whispered, pulling him against my body.
He kissed me, chasing away the last of my tiredness and filling me with need. His lips were soft and gentle, not rushed or forceful. Yet, my desire for him escalated faster than before. I reached down to shimmy out of my pants and underwear, confident in what I wanted.
But when I reached for his waistband, he paused. “Let’s not rush this,” he spoke softly. “Let me take care of you first.”
Though I had no idea what he meant, my body shivered with his words. With a shuddered breath, I nodded. “Okay.”
Trailing down my body, he seemed to kiss every piece of exposed skin. When he reached my hips, he glanced up at me from between my spread legs. “If at any point you want me to stop, you tell me, okay. I won’t be mad. I won’t hate you. Okay?”
I nodded, panting for more as my heart pounded in my chest.
“I mean it. I only want to bring you pleasure. If it hurts, or becomes too much, I need you to tell me to stop.”
I wasn’t sure what he meant by “too much,” but I needed him to stop talking and go back to what he’d been doing. “Okay.” I lifted my hips toward him. “Please.”
With a wry smile, he spread my legs farther apart and leaned in closer to my apex. He licked his finger then used it to gently spread my folds.
I closed my eyes and concentrated on breathing. Phalon’s easy strokes across my opening and along my sensitive nub enticed a rush of desire I didn’t know was possible.
When I felt his hair brushing my thighs, I gasped and opened my eyes. He had his whole face between my legs, and after a quick wink, he licked between my legs.
My body seemed to electrify from the point of contact through my torso and out to every limb. I didn’t know whether to moan or scream. Yet, I held everything in because I wanted more.
Phalon continued to use his tongue to draw out pleasure, whether stroking my swollen areas, or plundering deep within me. When he added a finger, I nearly rocketed off the bed.
He leaned back. “You okay?”
“Yes,” I hissed. “Please don’t stop. It’s just…wow!”
The cocky grin I remembered from his space racing days made a brief appearance before he returned to his exploration of my sensitive region. He returned his finger to my entrance, probing me slowly while dragging his tongue across my clitoris.
Static buzzed in my ears, not from my comm but the sensations Phalon seemed to elicit. I struggled to breathe as a fire seemed to spread from my groin. Then my body exploded in rapture. I couldn’t see or hear anything, only enjoyed the high of a pleasure I never knew to be possible.
When I came down from the peak of what I believed to be my first orgasm brought on by someone else, I saw Phalon standing at the foot of the bed, naked. Yes, he had hair on his thighs, but his cock was bare and very much erect. He stroked himself while chewing on his bottom lip.
