Page 29 of Master (The Outlander Book Club… in Space! #3)

“Kissing.” I used my best teacher's tone and hoped he didn’t notice the flutter in my voice.

“Well, there are many different kinds of kisses. There are kisses of affection like between parents and children… or friends.” Tarook’s eyes narrowed in confusion.

“Some friends kiss in greeting and farewell. There’s even something called the kiss of death.

In that book… well, that’s romantic kissing. ”

Tarook’s face flashed with comprehension. “Oh, you mean mouth smashing? I have seen this in your Earth videos. It looks disgusting. I would much rather learn about this kiss of death.”

“Well, Vito,” I chuckled. “I don’t know much about death kissing, but romantic kissing can be wonderful with the right partner.”

My eyes settled on his full lips, and my entire body tingled.

“I would like you to teach me this kissing.”

His words should not have sent such a flash of excitement through me. The tingling increased, followed by warmth as my blood heated.

“Are… are you sure? It’s very intimate.” I held my breath, hoping.

Tarook cocked a brow. “We have already had sex.”

My entire body flushed.

“Thanks for the reminder.” No, seriously, thanks. Like I’d ever forget.

Tarook settled back in his ratty stuffed chair, waiting.

I should just say no, but the trouble was, I didn’t want to say no.

Last night in Mei’s garden, I’d wanted him to kiss me so badly I could taste it.

My attraction to him was stronger than ever.

Maybe this was a way to get it out of my system without having it create any awkwardness between us.

I am a teacher, after all.

I hopped off the stool, watching Tarook’s eyes narrow as I walked closer, considering the logistics. He was nearly seven feet tall; I was all of five foot seven inches. Asking him to stand might be awkward.

Instead, I nudged his knees apart so I could stand between them and leaned over, careful to keep my gaze from the bulge at his crotch. Tarook watched me curiously, a sly smile threatening his lips.

“Are you ready?”

“Yes.” Tarook gave a long, slow nod, golden eyes centered on my face.

Balancing my hands on the arms of the chair, I leaned forward, brushing my lips against his. I remembered the softness of his mouth from all the nibbles and licks he’d given me that night on the Hartouk Lenaii. He tasted sweet from the Twinkie with just a hint of spiciness, like a well-aged cognac.

I let my lips part against his, but did not deepen the kiss. Tarook said kissing looked disgusting. He’d probably freak if I crammed my tongue down his throat... like I really, really wanted to do.

Instead, I pressed against his lips one last time before pulling away.

“Well, what did you think?” I stood upright, stepping away to sever the intimate closeness. Not that I didn’t trust Tarook... I didn’t trust myself. God, he was delicious.

Tarook cocked his head slightly, regarding me. "You’re doing it wrong.”

“What?” I sputtered.

Tarook retrieved the book from where it dropped on the floor beside the chair, flipping through pages until he settled on a passage and cleared his throat.

“He yanked me against his unyielding hardness, capturing me against his chest with thick, muscular arms. When his lips found mine, they were hard and demanding, his tongue pushing its way past any barrier and sliding around my own. My body went up in flames as he plundered my mouth, showing me with this tongue what the turgid length pulsating against my lower belly would soon do to my body.”

Golden eyes, trying much too hard to feign innocence, gazed at me. One side of his mouth quirked slyly.

"I want to learn to kiss like this."

“Of course, you do.” I quipped, fighting a smile. So did I… save the turgid part. I hated that word.

“Can you teach me?” Tarook’s golden eyes sparkled.

“I can teach you,” I sighed, swooning a bit at the possibilities. He wasn’t talking about a simple kiss… and neither was I.

“For a kiss like that, we’ll need to adjust our positioning a bit,” I said as scientifically as possible while I straddled his knees and sank onto the rock-hard thighs.

“Interesting,” Tarook said in an almost clinical tone, his hands resting on my hips.

“Let me know if you get grossed out,” I teased, laying my hands on his chest. His heart thudded with the same heavy excitement as mine.

“And if I don’t get grossed out,” Tarook murmured, his warm, spicy breath fanning over my cheeks as I moved closer.

My answer was to press my mouth to his. I started softly, playfully nibbling and kissing, taking my time to explore and play.

Under my kiss, I felt Tarook’s lips curve as his fingers moved from my hips to bury in the hair at the nape of my neck.

My tongue made a tentative foray along the line of his bottom lip, a simple touch, but it seemed to open the floodgates.

With a low groan, Tarook deepened the kiss, sliding his tongue against mine with slow, sensual strokes that made my clit throb.

My fingertips found the bun at the nape of his neck and with a twist of my fingers, I’d pulled the thick dark chestnut hair free of its binding.

The silky locks fell over his shoulder, just begging for my touch.

I scooted closer, rubbing myself on his bulging hardness.

His hips shifted to accommodate my ministrations as his tongue stroked deep inside my mouth, hungry and hot. Yet he made no other move to touch me.

I didn’t understand.

The intensity of his longing was palpable in the way he gazed at me, in the passionate urgency of his kiss.

His body pressed against mine, a solid and unyielding heat that ignited a fierce want within me.

It was as if every nerve ending was on fire, yearning to be consumed by him.

Our kiss was a force of nature and I trembled from the force of it, linking my arms around his neck to steady myself.

“Tarook?” I whimpered in question.

“I vowed,” He growled against my lips.

Vowed?

Oh shit!

That stupid vow he made not to touch me unless I asked. I guess rubbing myself against his cock wasn’t plain enough.

I dragged my lips from his, capturing his face between my palms and staring deeply into those golden eyes. I wanted no misunderstanding.

“Touch me, Tarook… everywhere.”

He smiled, his fingers beginning to trace a slow path down my body.

I felt the familiar rush of wetness between my thighs.

Despite knowing that he had the ability to make me lose control, I relished the feeling.

And as his hardness pressed against me, I realized that I now held just as much power over him.

The electric connection between us felt almost holy, like more than just physical attraction.

..it was something deeper and all-consuming.

His hands reached my waist, and he lifted me, rising from the chair in one fluid motion. I linked my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist, losing myself in another deep kiss as he carried me toward the cot.

He laid me on the blankets, pulling away to stand and look down at me momentarily.

“You are so fucking beautiful.” The deepening gold in his eyes… it was the same way he gazed at me on the Hartouk Lenaii as he fucked me. I’d never felt so beautiful… or so desired.

I raised my arms to him. “Come here.” Just saying the words, just verbalizing my desire, scorched my every pore.

Tarook shook his head, a sly smile on his full lips. “You have way too many clothes on.”

My hands went to the hem of my shirt. “I can remedy that.”

“No.” Tarook stilled my hand, sitting on the narrow mattress beside me. “Allow me. It will be like unwrapping a gift.”

Sweet and incredibly sexy.

His fingertips found the hem of my shirt as his lips found mine again, hungry and demanding.

Damn, he's a quick learner. If I were grading his progress, he'd get an A+ with extra credit.

Tarook's movements slowed as he rid me of the scrubs, leaving me clad only in lacy red panties. His finger trailed just under the waistband as his smile broadened.

"I think I'll save these to the very last."

Shit, that's sexy!

"Your turn," I said, my fingers clutching at the buttons on his vest.

With a roll of his shoulders, the vest hit the floor, followed seconds later by his leather breeches and the strange loin cloth that sufficed for jockey shorts.

Fuck!

I knew he was big from our time together on the Hartouk Lenaii, but embarrassment kept me from thoroughly inspecting the merchandise.

His cock was basically human-shaped, save for a broader head and those wonderful nodules runnin on the top and bottom of his member that hit me in all the perfect places.

"Tarook," I reached for him, desperate to feel him inside me again.

"I'm here, darlin’." He settled on the mattress, positioning himself between my spread thighs, his weight held on his forearms. "I'll always be here."

Without hesitation, I reached out and grabbed his gorgeous ass, pulling him closer. Tarook didn't waste any time with foreplay; there was no need. My panties were drenched when he ripped them from my hips. As soon as I felt his weight on top of me, he thrust inside with one smooth motion.

His heavy weight settled, large and powerful, his body pressing against mine as he entered me.

Each inch felt like a wave of ecstasy, sending shivers through my entire being.

I heardhi s deep moans as he struggled to control the intensity of the moment.

His hands are firm against either side of my head, holding himself above me as he pulled back and plunged deep inside with one smooth, forceful thrust.

My eyes rolled back in pleasure as he filled me completely, stretching me to my limits and sending waves of a delicious ache through me. I clung onto his broad shoulders, needing the physical connection to keep me grounded and focused on the overwhelming sensation of him inside me.

One muscular arm braced him above me, the strength of it supporting his weight as he moved with wild abandon.

With the other hand, he traced patterns over my skin, leaving trails of heat in their wake.

His palm cupped one breast, then the other, squeezing and caressing until I moaned, arching into his touch.

He tweaked my nipple between his fingers, gently at first, before increasing the pressure until I moaned against his lips.

Our kiss is passionate, our bodies entwined as we moved together in perfect rhythm.

His mouth trailed down to my neck and chest, kissing and nipping at my skin as he continued to thrust into me with primal intensity.

I arched my back, pushing my hips up to meet his. Tarook responded with gentle yet purposeful movements. Every stroke hit a new spot and sent waves of pleasure throughout my body.

I wrapped my legs tightly around his waist, using them as leverage to pull him deeper. I felt every inch as he filled me up, a satisfied groan escaping his lips as he reached deep inside me.

I could feel my inner walls quiver in anticipation, sending a surge of fiery heat through my blood.

My hands gripped his broad shoulders, nails scratching against his velvety pelt as I pulled him closer, and the rest of the universe faded away.

The only thing on my mind was Tarook and the electric sensations coursing through my body.

My body experienced a bolt of sensation, like being struck by lightning, which caused every muscle to tense and spasm. I arched against him as he nuzzled and licked at my breasts. My nails dug into his shoulders, desperately trying to anchor myself as the sensation overwhelmed me.

“That’s it, darlin’. Come for me,” he whispered, and my body spasmed in the desire to obey.

The climax slammed through me, sending me arching and screaming.

Against my skin, I felt Tarook’s lips quirk in a proud smirk as he lifted one of my legs, deepening his thrust. Every single one of my muscles rippled and tensed as he slid into me with one powerful thrust after another.

With each movement, my body erupted in flame, my senses tingling with pleasure so intense I wondered how anyone could survive pleasure this intense.

As he lowered his head to kiss me, our lips locked in a deep, passionate embrace, tongues mimicking the writhing of our bodies.

Tarook's breath felt hot against my neck as his body tensed, and he groaned.

With each thrust, waves of pleasure crashed through me.

With one final, deep thrust, he roared, and I felt hot streams of his essence shoot deep into my core.

Tarook released himself inside me, his body trembling, breaths coming in hot pants against my skin.

We collapsed together, limbs tangled, breathing heavy, completely spent.

Tarook’s lips trailed down my neck, leaving a trail of hot tingles in their wake.

He pressed his body against mine, lingering as if savoring every moment of our pleasure.

I finally understand the term ‘ getting your brains fucked out.’ My brain voided of any coherent thought, only pleasure.

Tarook wrapped his arm around my waist, gently pulling me closer as he rolled onto his back with a satisfied moan.

I nestled against his chest, feeling the warmth and strength of his body around me.

I felt completely safe in his embrace. We fit perfectly, like two puzzle pieces, our bodies intertwined and at peace.

I could stay like this forever.

I wanted to stay like this forever.

"Are you okay?" Tarook murmured, his fingertips traveling slowly along my spine.

“Better than okay,” I sighed, lifting my head and resting my chin on his chest. God, he was pretty. Unable to stop myself, I trailed a finger down the velvety skin of his chest, outlining the two dark chevrons on his shoulders and over the perfect abs. “So, do you like kissing?”

“Very much,” he snorted, making me giggle. “Not to mention the other stuff.”

I grinned up at him, noticing his face grow serious before he trailed a gentle fingertip along my cheek.

Sweet Valana I wanted you.” His gruff voice sent tingles down my spine. “That night on the Hartouk Lenaii, I should have told you… but you were so fucking beautiful and I wanted you so much….” He swallowed hard. “It’s been torture keeping my hands off you since then.”

I pulled myself up until our faces lay even. “Me too,” I said before brushing his lips with mine and uttering a word that now stood as an endearment between us. “Pervert.”

“You were right about kissing. I enjoy it very much.”

To my utter delight, Tarook was a quick study who believed in practice… lots of practice.

And suddenly, spending three days locked in a basement didn’t seem long enough at all.