One being, while this would be her first time having sex, she was pretty damn sure it wouldn’t be his. Skars was too sexually confident. He had said he had been to several planets to trade. How many women had he said the same romantic phrase to? She was willing to bet more than one.
The thought of him having several honeys waiting for his return trips brought a screeching halt to what she had been about to give him.
She reached for the top he had taken off and covered her breasts.
“Human women don’t have sex before they’ve been married for six months. We’ve already broken the rule for you seeing me naked. Don’t your people have rules they stick to before getting married?”
“Neinn.” Skars’ eyes crinkled at the corners. “You would take my clan’s way of doing things in consideration?”
“Of course. It would only be fair.” She saw no harm giving him that point.
Taking her by her upper arms, he moved her away from the bed.
Clutching her top, she watched, confused, as he pulled the mattress with the covering off the platform it was on to drop it to the floor. Lying down on the bed, he held his hand out to her.
The sensual way he was looking at her left no doubt at what was on his mind.
“My people count time differently than humans do. By our time, we have been married over a year.”
Did she really want to argue and win this argument? No, she did not. Her feet were already moving closer to the bed before her brain had said it was okay. Then she was crawling over the mattress until she was on her knees beside his hips.
“If it doesn’t fit, I’m going to say what all human men hate to hear.”
“What is that?”
“I told you so.”
He grabbed the back of her neck to pull her mouth close to his. “Do human women hate to hear it also?”
“Even more.”
“Then I won’t say it,” he gloated.
“I would wait until it actually fits before you start bragging about it.”
Skars bracketed her jaw with hard fingers as his shoulders rose to press her down on the mattress. As he leaned over her, his fingers held her as he angled his mouth onto hers.
He pried her lips open with his tongue to thrust inside in a voracious kiss filled with mind-numbing lust; Raine couldn’t believe it was meant for her.
Releasing her jaw, he jerked the top away from her to crush her underneath him. All her misgivings were vanquished at the onslaught of Skars’ lovemaking.
He clung to her as his hands roamed and explored her body as his tongue did to her mouth. At his impatient tug at her pants, Raine willingly lifted her hips to help him finish undressing her.
When his fingers dipped between her thighs, she opened them wider, wanting to feel his hands on the most intimate portion of her body. Her body dampened under his touch, remembering the ecstasy he had given her before, wanting it again, and again.
Raine started to grab him back when he reared back onto his knees, breaking her hold on his shoulders. Afraid he had changed his mind, she was about to beg him when she saw what Skars was doing.
Holding his penis in his hand, he placed the tip on her vulva. She managed to hold back a scream when the skin at the top started to bloom and spread out to latch on to her.
Unimaginable pleasure took her senses on a joyride that Raine didn’t think the female body was meant to experience. Her neck arched back, and she would have sworn her eyes rolled backward at the overwhelming pleasure.
Skars returned his mouth to hers to lick at her lips.
“You are finding pleasure, já?”
Raine couldn’t have moved her vocal cords if an Olggan suddenly appeared in the bedroom.
“Raine?” Skars tried to coax her.
“How can it feel so good when you’re not even inside of me?”
Devilishly, he gloated at her, “It gets better.”
Raine almost asked how he knew, but she decided that was one question she never wanted answered.
“Watch.” Raising his head, still sitting on his knees, Skars positioned each of her knees over his until she was open to both of their gazes.
“Maybe it might be better if I don’t look the first couple of times …”
The unusual sight would have probably sent her running out of the bedroom, if not for the sensations his penis was creating. It felt as if the skin that had latched on to her was massaging her with erotic bursts of electric shocks.
“Do you feel them, too?”
Skars stared at her in confusion. “What?”
“It feels like static shock.”
Seeing he was becoming even more confused, she explained, “Like a sting of electricity. Is that normal?”
A strange look crossed his face at her description. “Já, it is for your pleasure.”