But I’m greedy, and he’s still clothed.
Grasping his belt, I give it a playful tug. “Undo this for me so I can see the rest of my gift?”
I don’t think I’ve ever seen a man move so quickly. The auto-fastener on it reacts, his belt slithering free. He immediately grabs his trou and pulls them down his thighs, freeing his tail and then kicking them off, along with his boots. Well, then. Grinning, I admire his backside with a firm tap and then rub my fingers over one tight bun. “Impressive.”
“Not really.” He crooks a grin over his shoulder at me. “I’m woefully average and you’re just being kind.”
Aw. My poor Sinath. My heart squeezes with affection and I circle around him, moving back to his front. I cup his cock and admire the sight of it in my hand. My fingers fit around him perfectly, the tip of my thumb and middle finger barely touching. The ridges on his cock file neatly along his shaft, as if marching to the head of him, which is dotted with one rather large double-studded piercing. “This is wonderful,” I tell him. “You’re perfect. Your cock is gorgeous and just the right size for me. If you were any bigger, this wouldn’t be fun. Any larger and you’d rearrange my insides…and I’m awfully fond of them exactly where they are.”
And I stroke my thumb over the head of him.
An all-over shudder overtakes Sinath, and his eyes flutter closed. “Your hand on my skin is much better than your hand over my trou.”
“Is it too much? Should I stop?” I lift my hand.
He grabs my wrist, halting me before I can move away, and shakes his head. “Never stop.”
I chuckle at that. “I’ll have to stop at some point. Chafing, you know.”
“I’ll endure it.”
I bet he would. Something tells me that I could tease Sinath as much as I wanted and even if it was making him absolutely crazed with lust, he wouldn’t tell me to stop. It’s a powerful feeling, and I love it. I keep one hand on his cock, learning him with light, gentle fingers, trying to go slow so I don’t cause him to lose control. With my other hand, I hold onto his hip, pulling him close. His skin against mine is like warm suede, and I brush my lips over his pectoral even as I encircle his cock with my hand. “I love your size,” I confess to him. “I love the feel of your cock, too. Can I put you in my mouth?”
A choked sound escapes him, and in the next moment, my hand is covered with hot, sticky release. Sinath groans, his hips jerking, eyes closed as he comes all over my fingers and my arm. I work him gently with my hand, murmuring soft words of encouragement as he clutches me against him, holding me tight as he shudders with the force of his orgasm.
When he is back to himself, he hangs his head and sighs heavily. “Keffing hells.”
“It’s all right,” I whisper. “Everyone pops off when they’re new to things. You’ll rally and then we’ll be able to enjoy each other longer for the second round.”
“That you’re going to give me a second round means you’re a goddess made flesh.” He presses a kiss to my brow, holding me tightly against him.
I close my eyes, leaning into the embrace. It feels good to just be held. To be wanted. To be so sexy and powerful that I made a man come long before he wanted to.
Sinath might be embarrassed, but I’ve never been more aroused.
ChapterSeventeen
SINATH
Idon’t know how I managed to get so lucky with Devin. To think I’ve met a female that doesn’t care that I’m not as tall as others or my cock is average (on a good day). To think that I’ve come too quickly twice now and Devin doesn’t care. That she’s still looking at me with arousal, as if my “popping off” entices her just as much as my touch.
Surely she’s the most perfect creature ever created. A goddess indeed.
Well, goddesses deserve to be worshiped.
“Let me pleasure you,” I murmur, lowering my head to kiss her.
“I should wash my hand first.”
Oh, of course. I reluctantly let her leave my side, watching as she saunters towards the lavatory, her hips swaying. Even now, panting and breathless, I’m entranced by her every motion. I hear the sound of water as she cleans up, and I mentally prepare my plan of attack. I want her to be as lost in this moment as I am. I want her to be dazed with pleasure when she thinks of me.
I want to prove to her that I’m the right choice. That I’m the right one for her, forever.
My mind racing, I try to recall the things I’ve heard from others about where to touch humans, but all I can think about is her guiding my hand the other night, placing it between her thighs and rubbing her there. I can start with that. I should just ask her to show me, but I don’t want her to think I have absolutely no idea of what I’m doing…even if that’s close to the truth.
Then again, I’m overthinking things. This shouldn’t be difficult. Undress her. Touch her all over and pay attention to the spots that make her sigh. Focus between the legs, making her slick and wet with need.
My half-mast cock twitches, reminding that perhaps I’ll have another round in me sooner than expected. Excellent.