“Now.”
She sniffed. “You smell good. Why do you need a shower? We’re watching the movie.”
“Candi…” He paused, deciding to be honest. “I need to put some space between us. Finish watching the movie. I’ve seen it many times. I’ll be back in ten minutes.”
She didn’t pull away from him, but instead lowered her chin. “Oh.”
He cringed when he followed her gaze. The boxers were long ones that nearly went to his knees but the outline of his engorged dick was clear, despite him trying to keep it between this thighs.
“Ten minutes. I’ll be back.” He pulled his hand off her hip.
She sat up, and when she was off him he stood fast, ready to flee. She snagged the back of the waistband of his boxers. “Wait.”
He twisted his head to look back at her, frowning. “Let go.”
She stretched across the couch and dug her fingers behind the cushion. She withdrew his lotion and smiled. “Sit down.”
He was too stunned to do anything but glance between the bottle and the smile on her face.
“Sit down.” She yanked on his boxers. They slid down his hips and legs. She let go of them and they landed around his ankles.
He still resisted. She’d never seen him without something covering his dick. That wouldn’t be the case if he turned. Her hand stroked one of his ass cheeks and he growled.
“Do you know what you’re doing, Candi?”
“No, but I think I can figure it out with your help. Turn toward me or sit down.”
“I don’t want to frighten you.”
She smiled. “You’re mine. Let me see all of you.”He lifted one foot and then the other, kicking the boxers away. A smart male would make a dash for the bathroom as he’d intended, but he was too aroused to think straight. Candi wanted to use lotion on him. He turned and tensed, watching her face to judge her reaction. He’d flee if he spotted fear.
Her eyes widened and her lips parted. She said nothing as she studied his dick. He glanced down at it. It wasn’t trapped between his thighs or hidden now. Her hand lifted and she gently brushed her fingertips across the top of his shaft. His knees weakened at that hesitant touch, but he locked them. She didn’t look afraid.
“You’re so hard and big.”
“Yes.” He couldn’t deny that.
“Sit,” she urged, pulling her hand back. She uncapped the lotion and poured some into her hands. “How do you like to be touched?”
He sat, the leather couch still warm from his body. He was excited and afraid at the same time. He spread his thighs and leaned back, shoving his hips forward a little to give her access to him.
“What feels good?”
Candi expected an answer. “Anything,” he growled. He looked up at her face and she smiled.
“You look angry.”
“Hurting. Excited. Not angry.”
She dropped the lotion bottle on the table and rubbed her hands together. He had a difficult time breathing as he watched her. She’d reduced him to the ability to say few words. He tensed when she reached for his dick, and moaned when she wrapped both hands around his shaft. She explored him, rubbing her palms and fingers around the sensitive flesh. He growled when she stroked the tip.
“You make me hurt too,” she whispered. “I like touching you. Am I being gentle enough?”
He nodded. He couldn’t speak. Her hands felt amazing. He wanted to come just from knowing it was her, and from seeing his Candi’s hands bringing him pleasure. He clenched his teeth until his jaw hurt. She played with him, stroking up and down his shaft, rubbing circles over the crown of his dick, gripping him a little more firmly to give the shaft a squeeze.
“What feels best? Tell me.”
He had to tear his gaze away from her hands to look into her eyes. “Up and down. A little more strength. I’ll come fast. I’m almost there.” He wouldn’t lie to his Candi.
He groaned when she stacked one hand on top of the other on his shaft and gripped his dick harder. She slid them to the base and then up until she swirled her thumb across the crown, and then back down. He threw his head back and stretched his arms out along the back of the couch, gripping it so he wouldn’t grab her instead.
“You’re so perfect,” she whispered. “So beautiful. Should I rub you slow or fast?”
He didn’t care. It didn’t matter. Candi brought him pleasure. He opened his mouth, breathing heavily. His ass left the couch a bit. He locked his body so he wouldn’t start rocking his hips. He imagined what it would be like if he was inside her and that was it. He came hard, unable to warn her before he did. It was just blinding rapture and his semen exploding outward. She kept touching him, almost killing him, and he blindly grabbed at her wrists and pulled her hands off his dick.
He fought to regain his composure but it took a minute. He opened his eyes and realized he still had her wrists captured in his hands. He held her gaze, worried that she would be upset. She smiled at him instead, as if losing his composure and coming all over his thighs, stomach, her hands and on part of the shirt she wore was okay.
“I’m sorry.”
“For what?”
He glanced down his body. He wasn’t surprised to see his semen everywhere. He’d felt it hit his skin. He looked up into her eyes. “I was really excited.”
“I don’t understand why you’re apologizing.”
“I should have said something before that happened, and covered the head of my dick with my hand so it didn’t go everywhere. I also swell a bit if you noticed the lump that formed near the base of my shaft after I came. It’s normal for a canine.”
She twisted her hands and he released her wrists. She reached down, shocking him by running her fingertips through his semen, spreading it on his stomach. “This is a part of you.” She looked up. “Never apologize for that.”
He placed his hand on top of hers, trapping it on his lower belly. He sat up, holding her gaze. “You’re not unsettled by what happened?”
“No. I want to do it again and again. I love touching you and watching your body react to my touch. Your muscles tighten and you move in ways that makes me ache. I like to see that expression on your face. It’s almost like pain, but not. You’re sexy, my pup.”
He released her hand and twisted toward her. “You ache?”
She nodded. “Yes.”
“Show me where.”
“You don’t like it when I take off my shirt, but you make me feel that way all over.”
“Take it off.” He didn’t bother trying to soften his tone. Candi had heard him growl many times. She ached and he picked up the scent of arousal coming from her. He couldn’t mount her, but he wanted to make her feel good. His dick hardened again just thinking about how it would be to make her come. “Show me.”
She eagerly wiggled out of the shirt. She moved to toss it away, but he snagged it as she released it and used it to wipe off her hands first, and then his belly, thighs and dick. He dropped it then and slid off the couch. Predatory instincts awakened inside him as he watched her lean back the way he’d been, and spread her legs open in front of him. He wanted to pounce on her, eat her alive, in all the good ways.
Hero rose to his knees and grabbed her hips, putting her where he wanted her. He tugged her toward him and she complied. She scooted down until her ass was on the edge of the couch. It put her pussy close to his dick. She placed her toes against the coffee table, her calves at the sides of his hips. He let go of her and clutched one of the cushions from the couch. He slid his hand under her back and lifted, shoving the thick padding under her. It arched her back and she was spread out in front of him like some beautiful, sexy feast.
He still saw no fear in her. Candi held his gaze and looked at him with anticipation. It sank in then. She’d accept anything he wanted to do to her because she trusted him. His hands trembled as he opened them and lightly placed them on the top of her thighs. She didn’t jerk away or tense. He pushed upward, gliding them over her skin and up to her stomach. He paused.“Are the pads on my skin too rough? You have such soft ones.”
“I love your hands. They feel good. It almost tickles, but don’t stop.”
Her nipples beaded when he slid his hands upward and massaged them. They were perfect, so soft, and he loved playing with them. Candi’s breathing increased and so did the scent of her arousal. He had to shove his ass back a bit since he glanced down at her spread pussy and realized his dick was in danger of coming into contact with it. He was hard as a rock again, as if she hadn’t just gotten him off.
“That feels so good.” She arched her back and pushed her breasts against his hands. He gently squeezed, pinching her taut nipples between his forefingers and thumbs. Candi moaned and her legs parted farther. Her toes slipped off the coffee table and she hooked the back of his thighs with her heels.
He wouldn’t enter her. He couldn’t risk hurting her by taking her too roughly in his excitement, or risk getting her pregnant. She looked too frail, and it enraged him that humans had made her so skinny. Mercile had killed plenty of Species, but not by starvation. He released her breasts and skimmed his hands lower. Her stomach muscles clenched under his palms and he looked up at her face. She watched him, her features flushed.
He needed to go slowly so he resisted the urge to do what he wanted. It might shock her if he grabbed her ass, sat back on his heels and put his mouth against her pussy. He massaged her inner thighs instead, inching closer to her sex. He continued to look for any indication that he was frightening her. He’d stop if he was, but he saw nothing to discourage him.