Page 25 of Songbird (A Space Pearl’s Treat #1)
Izzy, however, seemed as impatient as my tail. She wriggled against me, her hips moving with a tantalizing rhythm that sent waves of heat through my body. Her lips explored my skin, tracing a path along my face and neck with gentle yet fervent kisses.
“You need rest, my mate.” I struggled to resist. Despite the deep yearning that stirred within me, her well-being took precedence over my desires. She was hurt and needed rest.
Izzy was undeterred. “What I need is you.” Her lips glided over mine with deliberate grace, her tongue skillfully coaxing my lips to part under her touch.
Her hands displayed a surprising strength as she gently but decisively pressed me onto my back and straddled me with a fluid, confident motion, the towel she wore sliding away to reveal her gorgeous, soft curves.
Her body slid against mine, a sensuous heat radiating from her skin, making every nerve in me tingle with anticipation. She was so slick, so inviting, and my cock throbbed eagerly, pressing insistently against her entrance, yearning to be devoured by that irresistible warmth.
“Izzy,” I moaned, completely lost to her.
Her body leaned over mine, and I felt the gentle pressure of her pebbled nipples brushing against my chest as her fingertips disposed of the towel wrapped around my waist. Her thick, golden hair cascaded around us like a silken curtain, creating an intimate cocoon.
Her lips met mine in a fleeting kiss, soft and warm, leaving a delicate impression that seemed to linger in the air between us.
Her striking blue eyes locked onto mine, sparkling with a mischievous glint. A sly, playful smile slowly curved her lips. “I love you, Tarrick, now will you please fuck me?”
Izzy’s cheeks blazed as she made the audacious request, and a low bark of laughter escaped me, even as my hands grasped her hips, lifting her and settling her onto my cock.
A soft gasp slipped from her lips as I gently eased her onto me.
Izzy shivered, her body responding with a delightful tremor before she placed her hands firmly on my chest. With a slow, sensual rhythm, she began to move, her hips swaying and grinding against mine in a dance that felt both intimate and electrifying.
With my hands firmly cupping the smooth, perfectly rounded curves of her backside, I encouraged her to find a quicker rhythm.
The sight of her moving above me was mesmerizing.
Her hair, a cascade of golden strands, whipped around like silk caught in a playful breeze.
Each movement sent her breasts into a graceful dance, rising and falling with natural elegance.
Her full, white teeth pressed into her lower lip, adding a hint of raw desire to her expression, which composed the perfect picture of pleasure.
I yearned to delve deeper, to immerse myself entirely within her being.
Clutching her hips with a firmer grip, I enveloped myself in her slick, inviting warmth.
My cock pulsed with a fervent intensity, each thrust sending rippling shockwaves of pleasure coursing through my body.
The sensation was nearly overwhelming, as the raw heat of her enveloped me, the exquisite feel of stretching her engulfed me in a profound sense of being consumed by her.
“Tarrick,” she gasped my name, her voice nothing more than a raspy murmur, yet the sound crashed over me like a tidal wave.
My hips moved with increasing speed, thrusting upward into her with a relentless intensity. Each motion was like a wave crashing against the shore, powerful and unyielding, leaving me nearly breathless with the effort and the exhilaration of the moment.
I could sense by the rhythm and cadence of her breathing, and the small moans escaping her lips that I hit that elusive sweet spot deep inside her. Her hands clutched my shoulders tightly, her nails digging into my pelt with a delicious, almost intoxicating pain.
The air grew dense with the sound of our labored breathing, each inhale and exhale weaving a tapestry of desire around us.
Her soft skin met my pelt with a rhythmic, almost musical slap, creating a symphony of sensation.
The low, guttural sounds of pleasure that escaped from deep within us added a primal melody to the atmosphere, resonating with the raw intensity of the moment.
Her velvety walls quivered and contracted around me, a gentle yet insistent embrace, as the tension of her pleasure coiled tighter with each thrust. She lowered her head, her lips seeking mine.
The kiss was fierce and possessive, a searing declaration that left no room for doubt, speaking a language of its own in the heat of the moment.
Izzy was mine. My mate!
A raw, primal wildness surged through me, overtaking my senses as I rolled us over with fervent urgency. Izzy lay beneath me, her eyes wide with anticipation. I thrust into her with an intense, untamed passion that seemed to echo the wildness of space itself.
A deep cry erupted from her throat, resonating with raw intensity as she shattered in ecstasy. Her inner muscles contracted powerfully around me, creating a rhythmic, pulsating grip that seemed to draw every ounce of pleasure from me.
I groaned deeply, my hips faltering and movements turning ragged as I followed her over the edge, my release surging into her in a hot, explosive wave.
I rolled to my side, gently pulling her with me, maintaining our intimate connection, unwilling to part from her just yet.
I nestled my face into the curve of her neck, inhaling deeply the unique blend of floral and spicy that was unmistakably Izzy, a scent that seemed to envelop me in its warmth.
A sigh of utter contentment escaped her lips, the most beautiful of melodies.
We clung to each other, our bodies slick with a glistening sheen of sweat, yet still shivering from the lingering aftershocks that coursed through us. Our hearts pounded in unison, a rhythmic drumbeat echoing in the silence as if speaking a language only they understood.
“That was exactly what I needed,” Izzy sighed, nestling against me. Her cheek rested above where my heart hammered, tendrils of her golden hair falling over my chest in a silky caress.
My arm lay possessively around her waist, holding her close, while my tail remained wrapped around her ankle, its tufted tip gently stroking along the smooth curve of her calves.
After years of wandering across the vast expanse of the universe, constantly donning the guise of someone different with every soul I encountered, never lingering in one place for more than a fleeting moment, it felt as though I had finally discovered my way home.