And Keirth was touching her as well, his hand traveling over her waist, half-tickling her, sending goosebumps up her torso. His hand moved higher until he was cupping her breast.
She let out a tiny gasp.
Keirth stopped kissing her. “Okay?” he murmured, and she knew he was worried about the last time he’d touched her here.
“Definitely okay.” His hand was just resting there, but even so, it sent little tendrils of pleasure through her.
His fingers began to move over her breast, caressing and slightly squeezing it, and that felt even nicer.
Her breathing quickened, and she sought his lips again.
While they kissed, his hand roamed over her other breast. She shifted a little to make sure he could get to it. His fingers danced back and forth between them, rubbing over her hardening nipples, which were pressing against the jumpsuit she was wearing. Ariana was transfixed by the feel of it. It was sweetness and delight. It felt so good. She felt even more relaxed, like she wanted to open herself to him entirely, just come undone under his fingers. For quite some time, she only kissed him and enjoyed his touch.
Then a thought occurred to her. Maybe she was being greedy. Maybe there were things she should be doing to him to make him feel good too. Her hand was currently flat against stomach. She’d been so distracted by his hands on her breasts that she had stopped moving it a while ago. She dragged her hand lower, searching for the part of Keirth that she’d felt rigid against her in the night so many times.
When her hand closed over it, it was hot and stiff. She could feel it through Keirth’s trousers, like it was trying to burst out on its own. She wrapped her fingers around it.
Keirth choked.
She released it. “Was that bad?”
He laughed, his hand on hers, urging it back to where she’d been. “Surprising. But very good.”
With his hand over hers, he guided her to stroke him—up and down over the hard length of him. She enjoyed the sound of Keirth’s ragged breath as she did so, the way he sighed with each touch.
Ariana thought that she might have been able to do that for a very, very long time. There was something very intriguing about having it in her hand like that. It pulsed against her, like it was alive in and of itself, some subservient being attached to Keirth. And she very much enjoyed affecting him the way she was, knowing that she was bringing him pleasure. But he stopped her, mumbling something about waiting, which she didn’t entirely understand. Were they going to stop then? Didn’t he want to do it after all?
But Keirth’s hands were back on her breasts then, and he was fumbling with the clasp on her jumpsuit. She had a horrible flash suddenly. She was back on Kush, and Risciter was glaring down at her, jeering, “Easy access.”
She shuddered.
Keirth must have felt her body stiffen. He pulled away from her. “What?”
But she didn’t want to give it words. Saying it out loud would make the whole thing have more power. She shoved the thought away. She was with Keirth. Keirth was sweet and good, and he wouldn’t hurt her. She shook her head. Then she unclasped her jumpsuit herself, and it opened all the way to her navel. She could feel cool air against the skin between her breasts, on her belly.
Keirth gazed into her open jumpsuit with wondering eyes.
Feeling a little shy, she peeled it over her shoulders, exposing her breasts to him.
“Beautiful,” he whispered. He lowered his mouth to her nipple, and then he was sucking on it. Tremors shot through her, thrilling jolts. She writhed under his mouth, arching her back to let him have more of her. His other hand teased her other nipple. Both of them being stimulated at once seemed to be too much goodness for words. She found herself moaning, and when Keirth switched and put his mouth on her other nipple, she moaned even louder. She hadn’t realized how much that one had been begging for his attention. This too could have gone on for a very long time without making Ariana upset one bit.
But soon Keirth was kissing up from her breasts, planting kisses on her neck and jaw, making her shudder from pleasure this time, and then his mouth was on hers again, and her sensitive nipples were rubbing against his shirt.
Keirth was pushing her jumpsuit over her arms, trying to free her of it entirely. She sat up to help him, stripping it completely away from her torso.
Keirth yanked his shirt over his head.
And she had to put her hands on his bare chest. His skin was silky, but just underneath, he was all hardness and angles. She wanted to brush her fingers over every bit of it. She wanted to press her skin against his...
And so she did. She kissed him, pushing her breasts against his chest. His bare arms came around her. She was encased in soft, silky warmth. Skin on skin. She panted against his mouth, still touching him, gliding her fingers over the muscles in his back, over his rib cage. He was glorious.