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Her cunt gripped me like a vice, shuddering and throbbing, wetness flooding between us. Her nails raked sharp pleasure down my back, her harsh cry filling the room.
Being held on the edge was the most exquisite agony. Crushed tight against her breast, I struggled to catch a breath, but the pressure beneath my sac was cruel in its determination. It was as if her curl was getting to know my body—and if I had more blood in my brain I could have grown to like the idea.
With the most beautiful gasp, Shohari relaxed in my embrace. Her curl released me as her cunt squeezed and sucked, wringing an orgasm from me so intense I feared I might pass out. I gripped her hips hard enough to bruise, still balls-deep as I pumped my cum inside her, not caring how high-pitched my moans were, needing her to know how good she made me feel.
Though we were no longer locked together, I was in no hurry to leave.
“You’re incredible,” I murmured.
I want to stay inside you forever.The words rose unbidden, spinning round my mind like so many gears, and I cranked them down. It was just the post sex haze. All pussy felt good; that was all it was.
Not like hers.
“Are you okay, sweetheart?” I wiped sweat from my brow as Shohari shifted in my lap, letting my dick slip from her body.
“Yes.” She remained in my arms. Her head tucked on my shoulder like it had always belonged there, her fingers tracing the scratches she’d left. “I’ve hurt you.”
“You’ve marked me. I like it.”
“Good.”
“Yes, that was very good.” I was glad my brain hadn’t come back online properly because I didn’t want to filter my thoughts before I spoke. “But we need practice. Lots of practice.”
Shohari tensed, then softened. “Good idea, cargo.”
She nibbled my ear, and we stopped talking, just enjoying the now, because we knew it was all we had.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
In which Muzati is a surprising font of confusing wisdom
Shohari
GARRISON INSISTED onletting me shower first. I was going to clean the mats later, but when I handed the tiny sonic cubicle over to him, he’d already done it.
I should have waited for him.
I shouldn’t just leave, not after what we’d done, what we’d shared. Especially not after last time.
But he kept saying things, things that were scary and dangerous.
I should have gone back to the bridge, should have reviewed the next few trades, but I couldn’t think about that either, but I did need to think, and I didn’t need Paiata’s comments right now.
Not that I wouldn’t get comments from Muzati, of course.
She stuck her head out of the tube she was in, lying on her back, eyeing me upside down. “Hang on, Cap, I need to be upright for this, don’t I?”
She gripped the exit handle above her, swinging down with a lithe flip that only lean kri’ith like her could make.
She rubbed her grubby hands over her even grubbier spikes, then looked me up and down, a wide grin forming. “I thought I heard something through the tubes. Was it the big human? Was it good?”
I inclined my head, and then, because I had to tell someone, I blurted, “I locked him.”
“Youwhat? But you said—”
“I know what I said.” Kheh. That it wasn’t worth the gamble of locking anyone when I’d have to mate a male picked by my parents. That I didn’t want to risk finding someone who could get into my bones. That I didn’t want to set myself up for a life of pain for someone I’d lose.
“Was it worth it?” Her voice had softened, and, yes, I’d done the right thing coming down to Muzati.
