My eyes lifted to his, saw the heated pools had turned almost black. I knew he was on a short leash with his control—I felt the same.
“You’re not finished,” I added.
“If I take them off, we’ll be done too soon.”
The idea that I’d pushed him to the edge, that he was ready to come from just kissing me, from my hands on his bare chest made me feel powerful. I’d never had this much control over someone before. I’d never felt this wanted, this desired.
I reached for his pants, began to undo the button there. His hands covered mine, looked at me. “I want to see you. Taste you. I haven’t done that yet. I want to swallow you down.”
“You are a dangerous woman.”
I shook my head, my hair sliding over the soft blanket. “I’m not. I just want you.”
“I can deny you nothing, mate.”
That word brought me pain now, but I ignored it and focused on watching him, in memorizing the heated look in his eyes, the power and grace with which he moved. I needed to sear him into my mind like he was now. Aroused. Strong.
Mine.
Pushing off, he moved to stand at the foot of the bed, toed off one boot, then the other, before shucking his pants. Coming up onto my knees, I watched as every single inch of his perfect body was exposed.
His cock…it was a glorious thing. Big. So big. Thick and long. It was a fleshy red, smooth with a bulging vein running along the side. The flared head was bulbous and darker, pointed straight at me and the little slit oozed a bit of pre-cum. I licked my lips, eager for a taste. Reaching out, I grasped the base, my fingers not able to close all the way around the hot flesh.
“Wow.” Even though I’d been fucked with that…that beast the night before, I hadn’t had this much time to ogle it.
“That’s all for you, mate.”
His grin set me at ease and I leaned forward to lick up the pearly drop of fluid. His breath hissed out and his hips bucked at the slightest touch. He was so tall I didn’t have to stoop far. We were at almost the perfect height for me to take him into my mouth.
But a finger on my chin had me looking up.
“If you’re going to suck me off, I want you naked when you do it.”
It was my turn to strip down. While I’d packed a small bag for travel, including only a second Coalition fighter uniform, I had several pair of my undies. Kiel had been so into the ones I’d worn the day before, I wasn’t going to wear any standard issue underpants now. I had no idea what they looked like, but I wanted to see Kiel’s desire again.
So my lacy pale pink bra and panty set was revealed as I took off the standard uniform. I didn’t have double-D breasts, so what I did have, I liked to make pretty. As I reached behind my back to undo the clasp, he put a hand on my upper arm to still me.
His gaze raked over my body as he spoke. “Wait. I want to look at you.” His hand came up and stroked over the delicate fabric at the curve of my breast. “What’s this called?”
I looked down at myself, at the blunt fingertips, dark and masculine beside my milk pale breast and bra.
“Lace?” I asked.
One fingertip ran gently over the floral pattern. “Lace,” he replied, as if testing out the word. “Besides you, this is what I like from Earth the most.”
Yes, I could see the way his cock pulsed and bobbed before me, he liked it a whole heck of a lot.
“Do you want me to take it off?”
Slowly, he shook his head, but ran his finger over my nipple and watched as it beaded into a hard point.
Only when he pulled his hand away did I lower my head again, this time taking him fully into my mouth, the size of him stretching my jaw as I worked the base of his cock with my hand, squeezing and twisting as I sucked on the head.
He groaned and his hands tangled in my hair.
The salty tang of his pre-cum coated my tongue as I licked and laved him, moving over him deeper and deeper each time. I wasn’t a porn star, so I had a gag reflex and couldn’t take him as far as I wanted. But the way he was tugging on my hair and breathing hard, I knew I was doing something right.
“I’m close, mate. Swallow me down.”