Page 20 of His Little Cinnabar (Eleadian Mates #12)

“Do your nipples hurt, Janelle?” He gives a tug to one of the hoops, causing me to sway forward.

“No, Sir.”

He pulls on the other one next. “You’re sure? I don’t want you to feel pain from these new piercings. If they’re sore, I will numb them.”

I shake my head. “I don’t want you to numb them, Papi. I want to feel everything tonight. I don’t mind if they’re a little sore. It’s a good kind of sore. The kind of sore I feel when you spank my bottom or pull my hair.”

He gives my hair another tug, emphasizing my words. “The good kind, huh?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Okay, Baby girl. Come up on your knees.”

I rise off my ankles, giving me slightly more height.

Papi releases the tight grip on my hair and cups my face before leaning down to kiss me. Not a peck but a passionate melding of lips and tongues that doesn’t end and makes me squirm.

I sway so hard that I have to grab his thighs to stay on my knees. I’m panting when he releases my lips. “I love you, Baby girl.”

“I love you, too, Papi.”

He inches backward and surprises me by lowering onto his back. My gaze roams to his erection because it’s impossible to ignore. It’s so prominent and standing straight up. It’s so huge that I start to panic. How is it going to go inside me?

Papi reaches for me. “Straddle my chest, Little one.”

I blink. What?

“Come.” He takes my hand. “Swing one leg over me.”

I’m not sure that’s even possible. His chest is so broad. I don’t think my thighs can spread that wide, nor do I believe my knees would be able to reach the bed on either side of him.

“Janelle…”

I jerk my gaze to his, yanking myself out of my thoughts.

He lifts me right off the mattress and settles me over his face instead.

I squeal. “Papi…” My knees definitely fit on either side of his head, but why am I here?

Papi grabs my bottom with both hands, his palms large enough to span my entire butt. “Lean forward. Put your hands on the mattress, Baby girl.”

I obey him. After all, I just two minutes ago agreed to obey him always. I don’t need to ask what his intentions are. I need to trust him.

My breath hitches as soon as I’m on all fours. My breasts sway heavily above him, the piercings dangling. He holds me right where he wants me and tips his head back to draw one of the piercings into his mouth.

I’m shocked as he suckles my nipple, gemstone hoop and all.

When he switches to my other nipple, I moan. My arousal is returning full force.

He teases me back and forth for so long I forget where I am. Finally he releases my breast, dips his head toward my pussy, and pulls me forward a few inches.

I gasp when his mouth covers my entire pussy. His hands on my bottom press me firmly against his lips. The position feels so naughty that I nearly collapse. I’m not sure how long my arms will support me.

Papi doesn’t need long, though. He thrusts his tongue into my tight cunt, making me come so fast my eyes roll back.

The moment my orgasm wanes, he lifts me up and over his shoulders to set me back on my knees, straddling his hips this time. “Put your hands on my chest, Little one.”

I do as I’m told, dizzy from the orgasm, not grasping what his intention is.

“Come up on your feet, shorty,” he teases.

I stare at him, blinking.

“On your feet, Baby girl. I want you to lower yourself over my cock.”

I inhale sharply. “Papi…”

“Don’t question me, naughty girl. Do as you’re told. I want you to control our lovemaking this first time. You decide how much of me you can take into your body and when to stop. If it’s too much, we don’t have to do this tonight. We can try again another night.”

Is he crazy? We’re doing this tonight, but why do I have to be the one to control it? I don’t like this plan. “Papi… I want you to do it.”

He smiles. “Not this time, Little one.” His voice is firm. He’s not going to back down.

I glance between my legs as I rise onto my feet. It seems impossible. But Clara and Eden would have told me if mating with an Eleadian giant was too painful. They wouldn’t lie to me.

Papi grips my ass with one hand and uses the other to wrap around his cock so he can stroke it through my folds.

I moan. It feels so good. Also, his come is on my skin now, and my arousal shoots through the roof a second later. All my fears evaporate because I want this with a conviction I’ve never felt. I want Papi inside me.

“My come is soaking your skin, Janelle. I know it’s making you horny.”

I nod and lick my dry lips. I’m shaking from arousal. The need is increasing by the second. It’s all consuming. I feel too warm. My arms are shaking. My breasts are tight and heavy. The sway of the stones is maddening. Papi’s saliva is driving me out of the stratosphere.

I need this. I want it.

Papi lodges his cock at my entrance and removes his hand. “Your pace, Little one.”

I shove off his chest so my torso is upright. I’m in a very wide squat. It’s indecent and so titillating. I meet Papi’s gaze and hold it.

And then I drop all the way down, impaling myself on Papi’s erection.

All the air leaves my lungs. I regret my decision instantly. I’ve surely just split into two pieces or more. My vision goes black like it does right before I pass out.

I won’t let myself pass out this time. I’ll be brave. Fuck, it’s tight. Way too tight. But the initial pain that made me nearly lose my head is gone already.

Papi is panting. His hands are on my hips. He’s holding me down. He lets out a groan that shakes the walls. “Fuck…” The one word sounds so damn perfect. He’s undone. I did this to him.

I open my eyes. I’m still conscious. I didn’t pass out, and a glance down tells me I didn’t die either. I’m not sure how long I’ve been hovering in this state. Seconds?

“Janelle…”

The one word is spoken with so much reverence.

It empowers me. Suddenly I realize he may dominate nearly every aspect of my life, and I will enjoy it, but when he’s inside me, he will lose himself.

I might also lose myself at times, but there will always be this moment when I look at him and know he’s at my mercy.

I stare at his face, contorted as if he’s in pain, while I know it’s actually bliss. He needs me to move. He needs the friction. I sense that as if he’s spoken it. Or maybe it’s just that I need it, too.

As soon as I think I have control, I use my feet to lift up several inches, plant my hands on his chest, and slam back down. I cry out, and this time it’s because every nerve ending in my body is screaming with pleasure—not just the nerves inside my vagina.

Papi sets his hands on my hips, lightly, not pushing or pulling. His kindness drives my arousal higher.

I lift and lower again. All of the pain is gone. It’s tight, but so good. I still might pass out. From pleasure.

His come is on my skin, inside and out. It’s not a full load of his semen, but it’s enough to drive me wild.

I start bobbing up and down, needing more.

The pressure. The tightness. The scent of him in the air.

I’m breathing in his essence. It’s the first time I’ve been aware of having heightened senses.

I ride him. My breasts bouncing, the stones swaying wildly. Every time he’s fully impaled, my clit rubs against the base of his shaft. It makes my breath hitch.

Needing more, I drop to my knees, rock forward, and grind my clit against his pelvis. My orgasm washes through me with such force I can hardly focus. I tip my head back and scream as I come harder than ever.

Papi’s fingers dig into my hips, holding me steady. I’m not at all sure I’ve given him what he likes, but a deep rumble rises out of his chest, startling me as my pussy pulses around his cock.

Papi cries out, tilting his hips up as the rest of his body goes stiff. I don’t know if it’s realistic, but I swear I can feel his cock emptying deep inside me.

For the briefest second, I panic. We didn’t use a condom. But then I remember we’re not compatible. I can’t get pregnant. Relief washes through me.

I’m whimpering. My body keeps jerking from aftershocks. My hands can’t hold me up. My arms are threatening to collapse.

Papi has me, though. He holds my waist, keeping me from faceplanting on his chest. When he tries to lift me off his shaft, I scream. The slight friction is all I need for my body to return to full-blown need. Somehow my pussy hasn’t gotten the memo that I’ve come three times.

I’m on fire. My skin is crawling with the need to fuck again.

Papi yanks me off his erection, rocks forward in one motion, and rises from the bed, still holding me.

My eyes roll back, and I writhe in his grip. “Papi…more.” I can’t think. Why am I so needy?

I hear the water running. Is he thirsty?

I cry out when my bottom hits cold water, trying to buck out of his grip.

He has me, though. He’d never let me go. He’d never risk me falling to the floor. I’m up so high. He’s holding me in the basin.

Cool water hits my pussy. When I try to close my legs, Papi orders, “Knees open, Janelle. Wider.”

I obey him because it’s what I do even though my brain is shouting to ignore his order and pull my thighs together.

“That’s a good girl.” Papi is holding the sprayer between my legs, angling it directly at my pussy.

I start shaking as my adrenaline rush eases back. I look around and remember that I knew this would happen. Clara and Eden told me about the frenzy and the fact that Papi would bathe me. I don’t think they adequately prepared me for this moment.

“Deep breaths, Little one. Look at Papi.”

He’s smiling as I meet his gaze.

“Such a good girl.” He continues to wash his semen off me, letting it run down the drain.

Eventually, I’m able to focus better, and I let the tension ease from my body.

Papi turns off the water, grabs a towel, and lifts me out of the basin as he wraps it around me.

Holding me close, he carries me back into the bedroom, deposits me on the bed, tosses the towel aside, and climbs in with me.

I’m dazed and confused as he wraps his body around mine and tucks covers around us. He kisses my temple and rubs my arm.

I realize my teeth are chattering. I’m freezing.

“I’ve got you, Baby girl.” He holds me so close, rubbing my arms.

Finally I relax in his embrace, taking deep breaths. “Papi…” It’s the only word that comes out.

“There’s my girl.” He kisses my shoulder and my neck.

“That was…”

“Yeah, it was, wasn’t it?” He chuckles. “It was beyond my expectations. Light years past what I imagined.”

I smile and turn in his arms to face him. We’re eye to eye. We’re only ever eye to eye when we’re lying in bed like this. I cup his cheek with my small hand. “When can we do it again?”

He chuckles, his body shaking both of us. “We’ll do it millions of times in our life, Little one. First, you need a bottle and a diaper, and then we need some rest.”

I push out my bottom lip in a pout.

He laughs. “Such a naughty girl.”

I relax my lip and giggle. My pussy is still throbbing. It’s not as intense as it was before, but I want him again. I snuggle in closer to him. “Don’t get up yet, Papi.”

He rubs my back. “Is your clingy side back, Little one?” he teases.

“Yeah.”

He laughs harder and hauls me closer. “Janelle, you may cling to me anytime you want, Baby girl. Forever and always.”

I smile as I nuzzle his neck. I know he doesn’t mind my separation anxiety. In fact, he enjoys it. He’ll force me to part from him sometimes because I need to learn to be alone even if I don’t like it, but he will always pick me back up and indulge the tight grip I will strangle him with.

It soothes us both. It’s part of our dynamic.

I wouldn’t change a single thing about our bond for all the stars in the universe.