12
ASTRA
H e was being so careful with her.
Too damned careful.
She’d hoped by calling him into her shower under the pretense of washing her back, he’d go feral.
She had visions of his jaw dropping when he walked in and saw her naked.
Then, unable to control himself, he’d grab her and slam her against the tile, kissing her senseless before they moved on to other things.
And here he was.
Naked, yes.
Which was awesome because, damn, he was even more gorgeous than she’d imagined.
Like, old fashioned movie star level hot.
She especially liked the green scales edged in gold that traveled down his torso and curved over his Adonis belt, her gaze following the trail directly to that mouthwateringly hard cock of his that gave her all kinds of squirmy feelings.
And oh, my god.
Is his cock ribbed ?
Her eyes practically bugged out of her head.
But instead of putting that impressive hard-on to good use, he moved behind her and started slowly sponging her back, barely touching her, just trading quips.
Not that she didn’t completely enjoy bantering with him, but holy shit, dude.
Get a clue.
Realizing she needed to take the initiative or he was going to keep being a stupid gentleman until she screamed in frustration, she grabbed his arm and pulled it around her waist.
“Des,” she said, her voice wavering.
Shit .
Being a bold, bad bitch was harder than she expected.
“What do you want, love?” he asked, gently brushing her wet hair to the side, his lips blazing a path along her neck.
He said something about going slow and she opened her mouth to tell him he was being a fool.
How did he not realize she was throwing herself at him?
Then he whispered, “Or I can show you why water is my favorite element and make you come like you’ve never come before.”
Her entire body flushed, the heat that had been slowly building in her core exploding into flames.
“Oh,” she said, her knees going weak.
She managed to croak out a response while her inner horny self shouted, “Hell, yes! Let’s go!” and did a happy dance.
When he kissed her, every nerve in her body sparkled.
She tried to turn around, to face him, but the arm around her waist was a steel band, holding her in place against his hard body.
“Des?” she said, breathless from his kiss.
His teeth skimmed over the delicate skin of her throat, nipping at her pulse point.
“Water is such a fascinating element, don’t you think?” he said.
The steady beat of the shower overhead morphed into a warm stream of water that swirled around her breasts and glided between her legs.
“It can change temperature…”
The soothing warmth caressing her breasts turned cold and sharp, her nipples stiffening into taut peaks as the water flowed over them.
She gasped, squirming against the sensation.
“It can be gentle, like a soft rain, or as forceful as a massive wave…”
The rasp of his voice was hypnotic as he teased her with the water, warming it back up as he used it to tug at her nipples with a steady pulse.
She cried out when he added suction to her clit, her knees buckling.
He didn’t let her fall.
A coiling pressure was building inside her, but it wasn’t enough.
She writhed in his arms, rubbing her back against the hard length of his cock.
It would be so much better if he were inside her.
“Des, this is the worst lecture ever,” she whined, her nails digging into his forearm.
“Why are you torturing me?”
His chest rumbled with laughter.
“You said you wanted to know what I could do,” he said, wrapping the length of her wet hair around a fist.
“And I will never be neglectful with your education, my queen.” He tugged her head back, baring her throat, and gave it a quick nip and a lick.
“Now, be a good girl and pay attention.”
“Less learning, more action,” she said with a wiggle of her hips.
He groaned, his hand tightening in her hair, and cleared his throat.
“As I was saying, water can change forms from vapor…” Steam filled the room.
“…to liquid…”
The water swirling over her clit pulled hard.
She let out a low moan, her lids fluttering shut.
“…to solid.” Something cold and hard pressed against her pussy.
Her eyes popped open.
“What is that?”
“Patience, love. I think you’ll like this,” he rasped in her ear.
Slipping an arm under a thigh, he spread her wide, the water skating the edge of too hot as it teased her clit and nipples.
“I created this especially for you.”
She dug her nails into his forearm as he slid the icy length into her heat.
“Holyshitfuckmeohmygod,” she garbled, shattering beneath his ministrations, her inner muscles clenching around his frozen toy as he slowly fucked her with it.
“You take my ice so well, love.” He pulled her earlobe into his mouth and sucked on it, muttering encouragement while she rode out her orgasm.
“The Universe has truly blessed me with the most perfect mate.”
As the ice melted, she slumped against him, aftershocks rippling through her.
With a satisfied hum, he released control of the water and turned off the shower.
“And thus endeth the lesson,” he said, kissing her temple.
“You make an excellent professor,” she managed to say, turning to face him.
“Ever consider changing professions?”
“Not in the plans, I’m afraid,” he said, grinning down at her.
He ran a hand over her hair, pulling the water from it and drying it instantly.
“Boy, that’s handy. I might have to keep you around to be my hair dryer, if nothing else.” She popped up on her toes and pressed a gentle kiss to his lips.
Her hand skated down his chest, enjoying the warmth of his skin beneath her fingertips.
His throat bobbed as she lingered over the gold-edged green scales across his pectorals and biceps before sliding lower.
She wrapped her hand around his hard cock, her thumb stroking the ribbing that corkscrewed along its length.
With a groan, he grabbed her wrist, stilling her motion.
“As much as I want to see your gorgeous red lips wrapped around my cock, I desperately need to bury myself deep in that hot pussy of yours sooner rather than later.” He slid his hands beneath her ass and scooped her up.
“Oh, thank god,” she said, wrapping her legs around his waist and nuzzling the underside of his jaw.
“I thought I was going to have to do something drastic like tie you to the bed so I could finally have my way with you.”
He swallowed hard.
“Promises, promises,” he rasped, practically running to the other room.
His muscles flexed as he shifted her to a one-armed carry and ripped the fluffy duvet off the bed.
She couldn’t help the giggles — a mix of nerves and expectation — as he set her down and crawled in after her, caging her against the mattress with his big body.
“Laugh now, mate,” he said, kissing his way up the curve of her belly.
“You’ll be crying out my name soon enough.” He licked a breast and sucked her nipple into his mouth.
Her giggles turned to moans as the barely banked heat in her belly blazed back to life.
She squirmed beneath him.
“I need you in me, Des. Enough with the foreplay.”
He lifted his head, brows raised.
“But I read that human women both required and enjoyed extensive foreplay. Is this not the case?”
“Oh, no. You’re absolutely right.” She ran her fingers through his silky locks.
“We definitely enjoy foreplay and usually need more rather than less, but do you not remember getting me off with your ice dildo in the shower mere moments ago?”
A grin split his face.
“I do seem to remember you coming so hard you could barely stand.” His hand drifted down between her legs and he slipped a thick finger into her pussy.
“And you’re so wet for me, love.” He rubbed his thumb over her clit.
She bucked against his hand with a cry.
“So wet,” she agreed, her grip tightening on his hair.
“So ready.” She pulled his mouth to hers, their tongues twining as they devoured one another.
He tasted like the ocean and she wanted to drown in him.
He nudged her legs farther apart, the length of his cock gliding over her clit.
“Stop teasing me,” she whined, giving her hips a shimmy.
“You want this?” he asked, rubbing his cock against her.
“Ask nicely, love.”
“Please, Des. I need you in me.”
“Anything for you, my queen,” he said, sliding the tip into her.
He moved with incremental slowness, each inch of him stretching her, filling her up so nicely she thought she might scream.
It was glorious torture.
She grabbed his shoulders, tugging him closer, encouraging him to move faster.
Her body was aflame with desire, and she wanted him more than she ever thought possible.
Hooking an arm under one of her legs, he lifted it and with one powerful thrust, seated himself fully in her, his pelvis meeting hers.
Her nails dug into his shoulders as he began to move, each delicious stroke of his cock gliding over that sensitive spot deep within.
The pressure built as he worked himself inside her, and she arched up to meet each thrust with one of her own.
“Harder, Des,” she panted, her hands skating down his sweat-slicked biceps.
“Faster. I’m almost there.”
Growling her name, he buried his face in her neck, his hips picking up speed, the ribbed texture of his shaft rubbing over her clit as her orgasm built to a crescendo.
Higher and higher she flew until she detonated with a cry, her pussy clenching around his hard length, fireworks of sensation sparkling through her down to the tips of her toes.
Two more hard thrusts and Des joined her, his body shaking as he shouted her name and clutched her to his chest.
For a long moment, the two of them stayed entwined, breathing in each other’s scents as their heart rates returned to normal.
“Ribbed for her pleasure, indeed,” she said with a satisfied sigh.
She wouldn’t mind doing that again, and soon.
Des propped himself up on his elbows and gave her a tender look, brushing a tangled lock off her forehead.
“My remarkable mate,” he said, his voice low and raspy.
“Do you know how much I love you?”
“Des,” she began, her voice hesitant.
Her feelings for him were much more than her merely liking him, but she’d never experienced anything like this before.
Could it be love?
Yes.
It was entirely possible that she was falling in love with Des.
But she wasn’t quite ready to admit it out loud.
Love was too powerful a feeling and, if she said it aloud, that would make it solid and very, very real.
She wasn’t prepared for that.
Not yet.
And especially because she didn’t want to hurt him if she was mistaken and it turned out to be a fever-dream type reaction to a new environment, her first taste of fresh water, and the pull of a really hot alien.
He put a finger over her lips, stopping any response she may have pulled together.
“My love for you is beyond all reason, beyond anything I ever expected to have in my lifetime.”
Her breath caught, her heart pounding at the sincerity in his eyes and the passion in his words.
He wasn’t lying.
He really did love her.
A lump formed in her throat and she could feel tears tickling the corner of her eyes.
Shit , she thought.
Why am I getting all emotional?
Stupid emotions .
His finger traced the bow of her top lip and slid over her cheek to play with a strand of hair.
“Still, I realize that humans do not have mates in the same way many races on this planet do. I don’t expect you to love me as I do you.” A slow grin lit up his face.
“Not yet, anyway,” he added, giving her an exaggerated wink.
A laugh hiccuped out of her.
She covered her eyes, trying to compose herself.
“Not yet, huh?” she said.
“You certainly have a lot of confidence in yourself, Mr. Big Fish.”
He gently pulled her hand away from her face and brought it to his lips.
“So you know, while there are true mates among the Merrow, such a thing is as rare and as precious as the fiery emeralds expelled from Vinuvos, the underwater volcano that created the Merrow Isles. My parents were true mates, and it was a remarkable bond to behold. I want to share this wonder with you, Astra, so please tell me I have a chance to win your heart.”
Dammit .
He was so hard to resist with his cheerful persistence and dogged determination.
Would she even have a chance to avoid further entanglement if she wanted to?
He loves me.
And I’d be an absolute fool to shove away a chance at love and happiness .
Taking a deep breath, she gave him a cheeky grin and said, “You can try.”