“Okay,” I say happily.
“Okay what?” he echoes, confused. His hands slide to my ass and he gives it an affectionate squeeze. “Your dress is riding up.”
“Okay, I’ll kef you,” I clarify. “And I wore this dress for you.” I nip his jaw. “Let’s go shower, Matty. I missed you so much.”
He leans in and kisses my forehead, a smile curving his mouth. “You missed me, did you?”
“Terribly.”
“It was only three days, love.” But he’s holding me tightly as he tugs me back into the ship.
“Three very, very long days. You missed me too, didn’t you?”
“A little,” he admits, grinning. His hands squeeze my buttocks. “But a good corsair never admits such things.”
“Then it’s a good thing that you’re a retired corsair,” I tease, clenching my thighs and trying to rub up against his cock. “Where are you taking me?”
“To the showers, of course.”
I whimper, holding on tightly to him. I kiss his jaw again, letting my teeth scrape across his velvety-feeling skin. “I really did miss you so much. I didn’t sleep well without you.”
One big hand rubs circles onto my bottom. “I know, love. Next time I’ll take you. We just wanted to get in and out quickly. I didn’t realize how much I’d miss my mate, either.” He smiles down at me and then closes the door that leads to the ramp, sealing up the Little Sister. “Kas can wait to pull in the rest of our supplies.”
“He’s probably going to go see Alice anyhow,” I tell him, pressing my lips to his neck. “She thinks Sterre’s having her kittens.”
“Again?” he chuckles, and that chuckle turns into a gasp when I bite his neck. He growls, his hands tightening on my ass. “Someone’s not playing fair.”
“I’m not,” I say against his neck, quivering with anticipation. I’m wet already, my body aching with need.
“Naughty little thing,” he murmurs, and I clench at how warm and silky he makes that sound. He carries me down the hall of the Little Sister and toward the lavatories, then locks that door once we’re inside. He sets me down on my feet, and before I can reach for my dress, he grabs my hips and turns me around, pushing me against the counter. One hand goes to the base of my neck, just above my shoulders, and the other hikes up my skirts.
I moan, nearly coming with sheer anticipation.
“Spread your legs for me, Helen,” Mathiras demands, his tone commanding.
Whimpering, I do as he tells me, pressing my upper body down against the bathroom counter. When his hand slips between my thighs, I moan, clenching around his fingers as he grazes my folds.
“Ah ah,” he chides. “Legs open.”
“I’m going to come,” I tell him in a wobbly voice. I still open my legs for him, of course.
“You are,” he agrees. “You always come at least five or six times, love. And I enjoy seeing every one of them.” He dips his fingers deeper, stroking over the line of my clits.
I make a choked sound and when his finger makes a second pass over that ultra-sensitive row, I do come. The orgasm rushes through me, heat slicking my thighs and wetting his hand as I release. I moan his name, my legs quaking as he murmurs soft love-words to me that I can’t even comprehend because my brain is short-circuiting.
When I finally stop quivering, Matty shoves my skirts up around my waist. “Hold right there, beautiful.” I hear the slither of the auto-fastener on his belt, and then he rubs his cock against my backside, and I clutch at the countertop, arching my hips because I want him inside me. “I definitely missed this,” he tells me. “Missed that sassy red backside.”
I moan again, because I love it when he talks like he owns me. I’d hate it from anyone else, but from Matty? It gets me incredibly wet. I spread my thighs wider as he drags his cock over my folds, and when he pushes into me, I hold my breath at how incredible it feels. He’s stretching me wide, forcing me to take his thick length, and I could swear I feel every ridge as he presses into me. When his spur bumps up against my ass and then presses slowly inward, I clench all around him.
“That’s my girl,” he breathes, his breath hitching once. “That’s my Helen. I missed you, too.”
His hand stays anchored at the back of my neck, pinning me to the counter, and it just adds to the heat of the moment. He fucks me hard, his other hand running up and down my flank, and when I start to quiver with the onset of another orgasm, he reaches between my ass cheeks and caresses the sensitive bump I have there, sending me into a cascade of ongoing orgasms that don’t end. Stars dance behind my eyes and my entire body clenches up as he pounds into me, and they don’t seem to end until he gets his own release, Matty collapsing atop me and pressing me hard against the counter.