Page 15 of Kameer's Mate
“Ah, my eager little mate.” He pushes a hand between my thighs and caresses me over my pajamas.
Again, my hips jerk upward. I’m unable to stop the movement. I’m also unable to prevent another whimpering moan. As my excitement increases, so does my embarrassment. Why can’t I stop these sensations or my reactions to them? I close my eyes and concentrate, but I find it difficult to form a rational thought. I’m too preoccupied with the exquisite pleasure of having Kameer stroke my crotch over my pajamas.
“Mm. Yes. Just as I suspected. Soaking wet. I can feel your moisture through your clothing, Mandy.” He presses more firmly to my center.
I clamp my thighs shut around his hand, grasp his arms, and gyrate my hips in a wanton manner.
“So wet and so eager, my precious mate.”
My precious mate. Why does this phrase fill me with warmth?
Tingles sweep up and down my arms, and I become lost in the quaking ecstasy of having pressure applied to my aching center.
And yet… it’s not enough.
I want more. More attention… down there.
I don’t know exactly what it is I crave, only that my instincts tell me there must be more, a blissful finality that will satiate my desires.
Unless there’snotany sort of finality. Maybe I’m only being hopeful. Perhaps this is themadnessthe morality officers speak of during the compulsory pro-abstinence seminars they lead. I whimper at the thought even as I continue gyrating my center against Kameer’s hand.
He lowers his face to my neck and places a soft kiss on my pulse point, then proceeds to run his lips over my flesh, leaving a tantalizing trail of heat that scorches me from head to toe.
I’m feverish with need and before I realize what I’m doing, my hand brushes over the massive bulge in the Darrvason’s pants.
Oh, God. Oh no.
I quickly retract my hand and try to scoot away from Kameer, but he increases the pressure on my crotch, effectively pinning me to the wall.
He emits a pleased growl. “You may touch me there whenever you like, my eager mate.”
“I’m not eager. It was an accident.” But we both know I’m lying. We both know I’m overwhelmed with urges I don’t quite understand, urges that are making me do things I’ve never done before.
He inhales deeply, then grins. “I beg to differ. You are exceptionally eager. Star Gods, the scent of your arousal is stealing my sanity. I fear that when the time to claim you comes, I won’t manage any gentleness.”
Though his words ought to frighten me, I quiver at the thought of him being rough as he mates with me. Will he hold me down and plunge his thick cocks into my pussy? One after the other? I swallow hard as this idea causes a lewd image topop into my head, even though I can’t claim to know what his appendages look like.
“You’re wearing too many clothes, pretty human.” He stands with me in his arms. “So am I.”
I should struggle. I should thrash around and try to escape his hold, but instead I tremble with desire as he carries me to the bed and sets me down carefully. I watch with bated breath as he removes my slippers and fuzzy socks. His gaze fixes on my bare feet, and he touches my toes with an almost reverent gleam in his eyes.
“You have the tiniest feet and toes I’ve ever seen on a bipedal creature. I find them… pleasing to look at.” He strokes the tips of my toes, and I instinctively jerk my feet away.
“Hey, that tickles.”
He grasps my ankles and forces my legs back in place. Then he peers at the waistband of my pajamas. My pulse skitters. Is he truly about to remove my clothing?
His six-fingered hands wander up my thighs in a teasing caress, until he reaches the waistband of my pajamas. But rather than pull my pajama pants down, he slips a hand inside, ventures beneath my panties, and brushes the seam of my nether lips.
Oh God.
Sensation zings through me, and my center lurches upward.
His bare fingers touching my bare pussy feels so very right, even though there’s a little voice in the back of my head whispering that I shouldn’t so easily surrender.
His eyes darken with what I suspect is lust, and his nostrils flare. As he shifts two, or perhaps three, fingers past my intimate folds and into my molten core, his sudden growl vibrates through me.
I gasp and part my thighs wider, unable to draw in a full breath. My head spins as the waves of pulsating heatkeep coming, and when his thumb brushes over an especially sensitive part of my nether area, reality momentarily fragments. I clamp my eyes shut, lift my hips, and release a keening moan.
