Cyborg Seduction(24)

Slowly, I shook my head. “No. That’s my job.” I continued to stroke myself. “Lay back on the bed.”

My mate was a vixen. She turned about, put one knee up on the soft mattress and crawled across it, her ass on perfect display, that little line of red taunting me with what was hidden. With my free hand, I reached out and gave one pert cheek a swat. Instantly, a handprint bloomed that matched her meager covering.

She squealed, then flipped onto her back, propped up on her elbows. There was no anger in her pale gaze, only heat. Banked heat. It was time to stoke it.

I let go of my cock. While it throbbed with need, it would have to wait. I had things to do to my mate first.

I gripped one slim ankle and slid it outward on the bed, parting her legs. From this angle, I could see the red fabric covering her pussy was dark, stained with her arousal. My mouth watered for a taste of her.

Grabbing her other ankle, I pulled her toward me, then I knelt on the floor right at the edge of the bed. Hooking the back of her knees now, I pulled her even closer to me, slipping one leg, then the other, over my shoulders. She was so small, so slight that I was afraid I was being too rough, but there was no complaint, only a breathy moan of surprise.

Her pussy was right before me. I took a deep breath. This… this was not in the dream we shared. Her ripe, dark scent made pre-cum slip from my cock in a steady stream. With the tip of one finger, I touched the delicate material.

“What are these called?”

She was still up on her elbows watching me. “My panties?”

I slid my fingertip over every inch of the panties.

“They are regulation clothing for Earth warriors?”

She shook her head. “I wasn’t expecting anyone to see them.”

I growled then, the idea of someone else seeing this sexy display. It only spurred me on, to learn everything about her, see every bit of her.

I knew I brushed over her clit when her legs tensed against my shoulders. Sliding along the edge, I hooked my finger in, slid the fabric to the side and I saw her for the first time.

Pink and slick, her flesh was bare. Swollen. Perfect.

I gave her one quick glance, saw the way she bit her lip as if keeping herself from begging, then I lowered my head.

Tasted her.

Her hand went to my head, tangled in my hair. Tugged. The slight bite of pain only enhanced my pleasure. I wasn’t gentle. I couldn’t be, yet I would never hurt her.

No, I pushed her ruthlessly to the brink, the taste of her coating my tongue, engrained in my mind, my senses.

She was so responsive, so wet I lapped it all up as I flicked her clit with my tongue.

“Please,” she begged, her heels pressing into my back and pulling me closer.

I couldn’t deny her. Not now. Another time, perhaps, when our lovemaking was playful. This first time was anything but.

Urgent.

Frantic.

Wild.

Abandoned.

Slipping two fingers into her, I curled them, immediately found the spongy spot that had her chin point up to the ceiling and her scream fill the air. I didn’t stop with my tongue, pushing the pleasure through her as her pussy clutched and tugged at my fingers, pulling them into her as if she needed more.

She did. My mouth wasn’t enough. It never would be.

I rose to my feet, wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, then stripped. I was quick about it, eager to feel her again. I enjoyed the way her eyes widened at the sight of me, flared with heat. I was enjoying the way she lay before me, legs spread, pussy peeking out from the dainty edge of her panties. Lifting one hand, she reached out. I batted it away, took hold of the thin line of red on her hips and tugged at the material, ripping it from her body. She was now naked before me except for the sexy-as-fuck covering on her breasts.

“How do you take that off?” I asked, pointing.

She kept her eyes on me as her hands somehow undid a front clasp between her breasts. The garment parted and her small, perfectly round globes appeared.

I growled.

“I will fuck you now. Yes?” I asked, my voice rough. I would resist my basest of needs if she said no, but when she nodded her head and breathed, “Yes,” I hooked her knees again, aligned my cock and slid into her.

“Oh god,” she said, her eyes falling closed.

“Fuck,” I murmured. My feet were on the floor and I had perfect leverage to slide into her in one long, slick slide. I bottomed out and she clenched and squeezed me, her pussy walls adjusting to being so open for me.

With one hand behind a knee still, I leaned forward, planted a palm on the bed beside her head.

“Look at me,” I said.

Her eyes fluttered open, the pale color now a dark and stormy green.

“I want to watch as you come, feel it when you pulse all over my cock.”