Page 103 of Star-Born Anomaly
She nodded frantically. “I want that.” Her hips thrust upward. “I want it all.”
His eyes crinkled with what could only be called pleasure. “Then we will explore each other. New territory for both of us.”
Yes.Equal footing. It hadn’t felt like that in the beginning, but they were equals now. No matter how different they were biologically.
“Are you going to leave me, Iax? Take what you want and leave me to my fate?”
“No,” he asserted with a shake of his head. “Never.”
She believed him. She might be a fool, but she believed every word he spoke and trusted him with her life. Her throat tightened with emotion and need.
Consumed by it, she found the closure of his flight-suit. She ripped it downward, revealing the black shirt beneath. The flight-suit gaped, and she flexed forward to press it off his shoulders until the bulk of it settled around his hips.
Then she yanked at the hem of his shirt to find the skin beneath. “Need this off you.”
He shifted, then lifted his weight, tearing the garment over his head to throw it aside.
She reached for him greedily. His smooth flesh exuded heat under her fingertips. She guided her hands up his ribs like he’d done to her, over his chest, thumbing his nipples lightly. Carved muscles and ridges undulated beneath her palms, everything perfectly honed.
“More,” she demanded when she’d trailed her fingers back down and they settled on the bulky material hanging off his hips.
He straightened, then leaned backward, standing to push the flight-suit down his legs. It dropped to the deck with a quietthwap. His pants came next, revealing thick thighs and an erect cock. She’d already seen him naked, but not with these feelings pulsing inside her. A rush of heat pooled between her legs. She licked her lips.
Then she was shucking off the bottoms of her medical garb, and kicking them off the bed. Up on her elbows, she lay bare before him, heated by the need in his eyes.
She reached forward, wanting him closer. One of his knees wedged between hers. The bulge of his shoulders burned beneath her palms. She urged him on top of her, needing his weight.
His chest pressed against her breasts. An incredible sensation swept through her at feeling his skin against hers. It stole her breath. Her hands roved everywhere, over the muscles flexing in his back, the hills and valleys. His lips took hers, wet and demanding. Her head thrummed while her heart raced.
Reaching between them, she grabbed his cock. Hot, pulsing, thick. It jerked in her hand. Saliva rushed into her mouth, and all she wanted to do was find out what he tasted like.
But he shifted his weight downward, and his cock slipped from her grip.
“I want to learn all of you.” His mouth brushed the skin above her breasts, ghosted over her nipples, then the flesh beneath.
Each touch sent her higher, every inch of her buzzing and burning. He was so gentle, so sweet, and her mind spiraled—the opposite of panic. Desire drenched her, her head swirling with it. Her fingernails scratched into his shoulders.
His lips traveled over her belly button, and his fingers brushed the dip in her waist. Warm breath whispered against the curls of her mound, then lower.
“You’re driving me out of my mind,” she moaned when his nose nuzzled the lips of her sex.
“I have had the same thought.” His words vibrated against her skin. Then he licked her.
Flares shot off in her head. She gripped his scalp, keeping him in place.
His fingers dug into the flesh of her thighs. She loved that, those pinpoints of pain that added to the sensual, even when he spread herpussy wider, opening her more to his onslaught. It was an invasion and homage all at once. She closed her eyes, marveling at every burst of pleasure he gave her.
“How do you know how to do this?” she panted between gulping breaths. He seemed far too experienced for this to be his first time pleasuring a woman.
He pulled away from her to say, “I have experienced the pleasure of others.”
She tipped her chin to meet his gaze. “Wait. What?” Her fingers flexed against his scalp. “What do you mean?”
“I have seen many Calypsons give and receive pleasure within Sector Ten.”
She pushed up on her elbows. “Like, out in the open?” She licked her dry lips. “Or, were you invited to watch?” She couldn’t wrap her mind around it. CORE citizens might be free with their bodies in a transactional way, but they didn’t invite spectators—that she knew of.
“In passing.” Then he dove back between her legs, and her mind emptied of questions.
