Page 27 of The Interstellar Rake's Irresistible Kiss
She mewled as she thrust against his hand, her inner muscles clenching around him delightfully. So much for distracting himself… He bowed up offthe bed, as if he might spear her all the way through, and she threw her head back with a sweet cry, her blond hair tumbling down her shoulders to sweep his knuckles where he supported her with his free hand splayed across her spine.
“Oh, Nor,” she purred. “You’re going to make me come.”
“Yes, ma’am,” he rasped.
He redoubled his relentless, gentle assault on that throbbing bead of nerves tuckedbetween her folds. She bucked against him in mindless demand, her teeth exposed in a fierce snarl as she chased her pleasure. He decided even if he exploded first in this battle for satisfaction supremacy, he’d die a happy reprobate.
He lifted his hips higher, giving her more leverage to grind down on him. Unlike grinding a blade, every glide of her slick, hot flesh left him not whittled smallerbut more engorged. Just when he thought neither of them could take any more, she convulsed with a choked scream and tightened around him. Though the endless orgasmic gravity waves of her release left him groaning, he held her upright as she shook from the power unleashed inside her. Before the tremors eased, she dragged her eyes open, as if her lashes were almost too heavy, and stared down athim with something like wonder.
That look made him want to strut, even if he’d just been lying there beneath her like an underpowered sexbot. Time to show her what a starship captain could do.
Never disconnecting from the luscious clamp of her body or glancing away from her dazed gaze, he crossed his legs behind her and sat up. She clutched at his shoulders and whimpered as the new positiondrove him deeper into her core.
He soothed her, strumming his fingertips over her sweat-misted skin. The secret, sensitive places he’d found earlier were even more tender now with her blood high and livid: the inner veins of her wrists blushing bright, her swollen lips, the twitching outer muscles of her thighs spread wide around his hips. With each touch, her trembling seemed to lessen. Buthe knew she wasn’t done; he felt it in the deeper echoes inside her, still restlessly contracting. He started to pulse in time, and her heavy lashes flew wide.
“Nor, what…” She moaned and tilted her hips forward again. “How are you…?”
He smiled wickedly. “It’s just a muscle, you know. Like dancing, like combat. It can be taught.”
She giggled. “A dancing dick, a combat cock. Teach it to sing!”
Her laughter cascaded through him, scintillating like a comet’s arcing tail. “I’d rather makeyousing.”
She wrapped her arms around his neck, and the points of her damp, stiff nipples poked his chest. “You already have.”
“Again,” he insisted. “One chorus is never enough.”
Since he’d already found her most vulnerable hidden places, now he exploited every one. With each flex of his engorgedflesh and every caress with hands and lips and tongue, he played her, urging her higher. When she was raking at his hair, panting her need again, he anchored one hand at her backside, holding her close, and spun her down to the bed. He pinned her hands above her head—by all the Thorkon gods, how he loved to see her bend to him—and buried himself in her welcoming heat.
She was so wet, so ready,that she took him deep, all the way to the bump of their hipbones, and orgasmed with a helpless cry that reverberated through him. And despite his best intentions—which were never very good—all the muscles in his groin tightened in an uncontrollable spasm that backfired through him and wiped out every intention—good or otherwise—every sentient thought, any sensation except the link of their bodies,any awareness except her gaze locked on his like a plasma blaster set to stun.
He wanted to stay like that, never move or think again, but his muscles—even the great one thrust inside her—finally gave in.
He crashed over her, just conscious enough to aim to one side so he didn’t crush her completely, although her soft curves were a lovely landing pad.
As the raging heat of their skin eased,she groped alongside them, and he roused himself enough to grab the edge of the coverlet and flip it around them. She sighed and snuggled under him, small enough to fit in the crumpled wreckage of his limbs. He’d probably never walk again. With her in his arms, the wry thought drifted toward contentment.
She pillowed her head on his shoulder. “That was…”
He waited long enough that he wonderedif she’d fallen asleep. “It was?” he prodded.
“I don’t have a universal translator.” She rubbed her cheek against him.
Despite the tender gesture, he felt as if she’d sunk her mishkeet teeth into him. “I have a translator,” he reminded her. “So you can say whatever you want.”
She was quiet again for a little longer. “What should I say? That it was the best sex I’ve ever had? That you rockedmy world? That I’ll remember this night always?”
Any of that sounded good to him, and he didn’t even need the translator’s more high-tech functions for most of those words.
The way she tilted her head into the crook of his arm to avoid his gaze, however… That he couldn’t interpret.
He scowled, wanting to stop talking, stop asking. He didn’t need reassurances after sex. And why should he whenhe’d felt the violence of her orgasm engulfing him? He knew she’d found pleasure in him. What more did he want?
“Maybe I should give you my blaster,” he mused.
Thatbrought her green-brown gaze up. “You said it was illegal. Are you trying to get me in trouble?”
“As captain of the flagship dreadnaught, I’m in charge of security for the duchy, and I decide what’s illegal,” he reminded her. Andthen he winced at the stuffiness in his voice. Larf it, he sounded like…
