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Story: Mate for the Space Cowboy
Thorne has not released my hand, and he turns to face me. I bump into him. His arm slides around my waist to steady me. His body is hard and strong, and I feel so small beside him. His eyes bore into mine as he moves, nudging me backward until my hips bump a table.
Without even asking, he lifts me and slides my hips on it. “I’m going to kiss you now,” he states. “Is that okay?”
I want it more than anything, but I can’t speak, so I nod. Following an unsteady breath, his mouth is on mine. His kissesare slow and sensual, and I feel like I’m melting inside. I’m relieved that I’m sitting on this table. Otherwise, I know I’d collapse.
I feel him dragging my dress up around my hips. He steps back, and all I can do is look up at him. He reaches for my hand and places it over the front of his breeches. I feel the heat of his hard shaft pulsing underneath my touch.
“I want you. We will have to wait, but first, I will give you a taste,” he says.
I don’t even know what he means just now, but I want it. He reaches around my waist, his palm splaying at the base of my spine. He nudges my hips forward until my legs dangle. He cups his palm between my thighs, right where I feel an unfamiliar ache and a heaviness that I’ve never experienced.
He teases his fingers over the fabric there as he asks, “Have you had a man before?”
I shake my head. In a blink, he has pushed my panties out of the way and is teasing his fingers between my thighs where I’m dripping wet. All I know is that this feels so good. So, so good.
I want something to fill me, but he doesn’t give me that except for once when he presses two fingers inside just as he teases his thumb over a swollen place. A sense of pleasure explodes through me, and I hear myself calling his name.
He shocks me even further as he withdraws his fingers and swiftly unbuttons his breeches. “Watch,” he tells me.
I look down to see white liquid rolling out at the tip of his length. He smears his fingers over the top of it before lifting them to my mouth. I suck my arousal and his off his fingers, hearing myself moan at the tangy, salty flavor.
His eyes are dark. “We will mate in a week,” he declares.
I stare up at him as his lips descend to mine again. I hear myself letting out a little sigh into our kiss. All I know is I need more, and waiting for it feels like forever.
When he lifts his head, he asks, “Will you be mine?”
Without even asking, he lifts me and slides my hips on it. “I’m going to kiss you now,” he states. “Is that okay?”
I want it more than anything, but I can’t speak, so I nod. Following an unsteady breath, his mouth is on mine. His kissesare slow and sensual, and I feel like I’m melting inside. I’m relieved that I’m sitting on this table. Otherwise, I know I’d collapse.
I feel him dragging my dress up around my hips. He steps back, and all I can do is look up at him. He reaches for my hand and places it over the front of his breeches. I feel the heat of his hard shaft pulsing underneath my touch.
“I want you. We will have to wait, but first, I will give you a taste,” he says.
I don’t even know what he means just now, but I want it. He reaches around my waist, his palm splaying at the base of my spine. He nudges my hips forward until my legs dangle. He cups his palm between my thighs, right where I feel an unfamiliar ache and a heaviness that I’ve never experienced.
He teases his fingers over the fabric there as he asks, “Have you had a man before?”
I shake my head. In a blink, he has pushed my panties out of the way and is teasing his fingers between my thighs where I’m dripping wet. All I know is that this feels so good. So, so good.
I want something to fill me, but he doesn’t give me that except for once when he presses two fingers inside just as he teases his thumb over a swollen place. A sense of pleasure explodes through me, and I hear myself calling his name.
He shocks me even further as he withdraws his fingers and swiftly unbuttons his breeches. “Watch,” he tells me.
I look down to see white liquid rolling out at the tip of his length. He smears his fingers over the top of it before lifting them to my mouth. I suck my arousal and his off his fingers, hearing myself moan at the tangy, salty flavor.
His eyes are dark. “We will mate in a week,” he declares.
I stare up at him as his lips descend to mine again. I hear myself letting out a little sigh into our kiss. All I know is I need more, and waiting for it feels like forever.
When he lifts his head, he asks, “Will you be mine?”