Page 19 of Wayfinder (The Outlander Book Club… in Space! #5)

She leaned against me, the curve of her breasts pressing into my chest. It was all I could do not to moan from the pleasure of simply having her against me.

“Lovers?” My voice was thick. “You mean like mates? A mated pair?”

Pearl nodded, her gaze never leaving mine. “Yes, and no. On Earth, people who really like each other do something called dating. They may never make it as far as becoming mated... or married, as we call it. But they spend time together and... enjoy each other.”

My blood surged with heat at the idea.

“And you kiss during this dating?” My fingertips trailed along the curve of her cheek, feeling the warmth and silkiness of her flesh.

“Oh yes,” she sighed, her hands moving to rest on my shoulders. “They kiss a lot.” Her expression grew suddenly shy. “Along with other very pleasant stuff.”

“Then I think we should date.” My lips itched to feel hers again, but I stopped myself, content to let my forehead rest against hers. There was something intrinsically fun about this playful teasing, and the pleasure it insinuated would follow.

Pearl’s smile widened, making my heart squeeze.

“Good idea. It seems a shame to break up such a good team.”

“We are an excellent team.” It might be the closest thing I could say to claim her as mine, but at this moment, it was enough.

A devilish grin spread across her face as she wrapped her arms around my neck, pulling me in for a kiss.

My heart raced as her lips pressed against mine, sending flashes of electricity through my veins.

Her fingertips traced the back of my neck, tangling in my hair.

While I preferred the neatness of a braid, I would gladly live with messy hair if it meant feeling her touch every day.

Pearl’s lips parted, a soft moan escaping as our tongues met in a dance of passion.

Every taste and touch felt like an electric flame, hot and shimmering.

The sweet flavor of her mouth intoxicated me, causing an instant reaction in my body.

My cock grew harder, pulsing against the fabric of my trousers in anticipation.

I pressed my lips against hers, enjoying her eager response of molding herself against me. I felt the softness of her curves through the thin dress she wore, the firm little points of her nipples creating a sensual friction that sent shivers down my spine.

Wrapping my arms around her slight frame, I lifted Pearl and moved the few steps that took us to the bed.

Pearl wrapped herself around me, moaning softly as her lips moved against mine with fervent desperation.

The tangy scent of her arousal bloomed in the air, so heady and thick I could taste it. I wanted more... so much more.

As I gently laid her down on the mattress, breaking the kiss with the movement, Pearl issued a faint gasp, her hands clutching at my shoulders to drag my mouth back to hers. I wanted to kiss her... I wanted to worship every single inch of her delicious, soft body.

“I need to see you,” I said, my eyes tracing every inch of her body. “Please, show me.”

Pearl’s eyes flashed wide for a moment, desire swimming in the blue depths. Her cheeks flamed as she met my gaze. “Yes.”

One word. One tiny little utterance, yet it was the most important of my life.

My fingers grazed the soft fabric of her dress, slowly inching the fabric upward, over her thighs, past the soft mound of her stomach, and sliding past the globes of her breasts, peaked with deep, rosy nipples.

With a shy smile, she lifted her arms above her head as I gently pulled the dress off and tossed it to the floor.

Her tiny white teeth sank into her lower lip, watching as my eyes roamed over her exposed skin.

Sweet Valana, she was the most beautiful creature I’d ever seen.

The ship’s lighting had transitioned to nighttime, the glow in the room reminiscent of standing under a full moon.

The faint light highlighted every curve of her body, making her appear almost ethereal.

Her nipples hardened even more as she watched me touch the creamy, soft globes with my gaze.

I couldn’t resist the urge to reach out and touch them, wanting to feel their softness and warmth beneath my fingertips.

I squeezed gently, rubbing my thumbs across the taut buds, and she moaned, arching her back and pressing herself into my palms.

I had to taste her. Lowering my head, I took one rosy point between my lips as my fingers pulled and squeezed at the other.

I sucked at the bud, feeling it swell under my tongue.

Pearl moaned and clutched my head, pulling me closer.

A growl grew in my throat as I sucked harder, first one nipple, then the other as she writhed beneath me.

The air suddenly filled with the aroma of her desire, blending with the subtle floral notes of her skin.

My nostrils flared involuntarily as I took in the intoxicating scent, my body responding like a predator catching a whiff of its prey.

I couldn’t help but feel like a starving man who had stumbled upon a feast. Pearl’s kitchen creations were the things of culinary legend.

But the salty sweetness of her skin and the perfume of her arousal was too delicious for words.

Departing from my enjoyable exploration of her breasts, my lips moved lower, my tongue trailing down her stomach, pausing only to circle the cute little navel.

My hands followed, tracing over the soft, creamy skin of her hips and under the lushness of her ass.

I paused as my fingertips reached the back of her thighs, but only for a moment. I knew what I wanted.

Lifting one leg, I hooked her thigh over my shoulder. Pearl issued a faint sound of surprise but didn’t resist. Instead, she squirmed toward me as I pulled her closer, inhaling her intoxicating scent.

“I must taste you, my Pearl.”

Unable to resist any longer, I pressed my tongue against her most sensitive spot and tasted the sweetness that awaited me. Utter ambrosia.

“Jutuk,” Pearl said my name at the end of a deep sigh as her fingers dug into my hair, tangling in the strands as she pulled me closer.

She spread her legs wider, giving me access to her most intimate area.

A small thatch of reddish-brown curls was the only barrier.

My tongue delved into her wetness, eliciting another soft noise as she writhed beneath me, lost in pleasure.

The fabric of my pants tightened around my throbbing cock, and I felt the hint of dampness at my groin. The taste of her, mixed with the slickness of her arousal, drove me wild. I knew that being inside her would be even better, feeling her hot walls squeezing around me.

Sweat beaded my forehead as I struggled to control my body’s natural response. My breathing quickened, and my muscles tensed. I fought against it, determined not to embarrass myself like a horny youngling.

As I trailed my tongue along her folds, I noticed a small, hard nub nestled beneath the springy curls. Curious, I flicked my tongue over it, tracing its contours, and Pearl cried out, her hips bucking against me.

I paused, raising my head to watch her thoughtfully. “Did I hurt you, my Pearl?”

She shuddered, swallowing convulsively. “No!” The chuckle that escaped her throat was raspy and deep. “My clit is… sensitive.”

“Clit.” I murmured the word experimentally, some part of my brain recalling it from my studies on human anatomy.

Lowering my head back to her, my tongue flickered over her swollen clit, eliciting a sharp gasp from Pearl’s lips.

Her body jerked and arched towards me, her fingers tangling in my hair as I continued to nibble and suck the sweet little bud.

I could feel her arousal dripping onto my tongue, the taste of her making my mouth water for more.

I gripped her hips tightly, my tongue lapping back and forth over her swollen nub.

“Please, please, Jutuk.” Her voice sounded strained and needy. “Don’t stop, don’t ever stop.”

I didn’t want to stop. I wanted to stay here, my head buried between her soft thighs, tasting her deliciousness for the rest of my days. Her muscles tensed, and her breath hitched as I focused my tongue on the sensitive nub and slowly slipped a finger into her core.

So hot. So wet. So perfect.

A fresh wave of moisture hit my tongue as I slid my finger slowly in and out of her body, my mouth focused on her clit. Pearl bucked against me, grinding her hips into my face, lost in her pleasure.

“Jutuk!” She screamed my name, suddenly convulsing as her back arched, and a warm burst of wetness washed over my tongue as her inner walls clenched around my finger. I lapped up every drop of her delicious sweetness.

“Jutuk,” Pearl murmured, her fingers burying in my hair and giving the faintest tug.

With one final swipe of my tongue, I relinquished the most pleasurable pursuit, kissing my way up her body, finally meeting her lips with my own.

I wondered if she tasted herself on my lips, the savory sweetness that I would never get enough of.

My throbbing cock screamed for release from the confines of my pants.

I wanted nothing more than to claim her, to bury myself in the warm, tight heat of her cunt.

Yet I paused, hesitant not for myself but for Pearl.

I was no untired youth. I’d spent many enjoyable hours visiting pleasure ships with my comrades.

But nothing... not even the night I spent with two Ntavian pleasurers had ever come close to what I felt with Pearl.

I wanted her in a way I didn’t completely understand.

If I allowed myself to take her, to sheathe myself inside her body... mate or not, I would never be able to let her go. Before that happened, Pearl needed to understand that she could never truly be my mate. As much as I desired her, I didn’t want to disturb the moment between us.

“Holy fucking shit!” Pearl breathed when I released her lips to nibble at the curve of her neck. There wasn’t an inch of her skin I didn’t find utterly delicious.

“This was good?” I murmured.

“Very good.” She shifted her hips slightly, and I felt the touch of her fingers against the hardness of my cock. Just a feather touch, and I nearly exploded. Grabbing her hand, I raised it to my lips, kissing her palm.

Pearl raised her head, blue eyes regarding me with confusion.

“What about... don’t you want...?” Her cheeks flushed adorably.

“Your pleasure is my pleasure, sweet Pearl,” I told her honestly.

“Damn, human men could take a lesson from you,” she quipped, watching me kiss and nibble her fingers.

“Humen men don’t know how to pleasure their females?” I asked.

“That’s debatable,” she giggled. The hard pebbles of her nipples against my chest were a most delightful torture.

I rolled onto my back, tucking Pearl against my side, her head laying against my chest. She sighed and snuggled against me, hooking a leg over my thighs.

We lay peacefully for a few minutes, our mingled scents filling the room.

“Oh shit!” Pearl sat up, her gaze going first to the table and then back to me. “The ceviche.”

“What about it?”

“It was dinner. Aren’t you hungry?”

Pearl gazed at me, face flushed, and lips swelled from our kisses. Her creamy flesh glistened with a faint sheen of moisture, and her nipples stood red and puffed. Her inner thighs held the shimmering remnants of her arousal. My mouth watered.

“I’m starving,” I growled and rolled Pearl onto her back.