Series: Like Us Series by Krista Ritchie
Total pages in book: 241
Estimated words: 236417 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1182(@200wpm)___ 946(@250wpm)___ 788(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 236417 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1182(@200wpm)___ 946(@250wpm)___ 788(@300wpm)
My breath hitches as Donnelly kisses the lines of my flying saucer inked beneath my breast, and he rises to my nipple. Sucking.
“Donnelly,” I cry, my legs vibrating, toes curling.
While teasing my nipple with his mouth, his hand sensually slides up against my cheek again, like he knows exactly where each piece of me exists without even looking. I am hot molten puddy underneath him.
His kisses return to my lips, only for a moment. Because he breaks away to rock against me again. OhmyGodohmyGod. His cock is so hard but trapped behind the thin jersey pants. His length bears against my heat. The pressure teasing and torturous.
His hand sheathes my cheek. “Think you should make reentry onto my planet.” His husky voice caresses me.
I can’t catch my breath, and I pant, “What are we returning for?”
“So I can show you what other things human men on Earth are good for.”
Show me. Show me. “Show me,” I ache, spreading my legs even wider. His hot hand slides against my thigh, up under my nightgown, but not under my panties. “Please. Please.”
I’m an animal, clawing at him. His kisses are hungrier against my lips, then buried against my neck, but I feel feral in comparison. Despite how voracious my hands are along the valleys and planes of his hard muscles, his palms are controlled, measured, slow. Very, very slow in the way they descend and clasp and stroke. The strength of his clutch lights my core on fire, and the sensual, scalding slowness pains me in the worst-best way.
I shudder.
I squirm.
I writhe.
“Donnelly. Donnelly.”
“Luna.” It’s an aroused but warning Luna, as if I’m on the edge of certain danger.
“Please, please,” I murmur against his lips. I want all the danger. Let’s blast through the caution signs! To infinity and…ohhh, he’s pulling my knee toward my chest while kissing me.
I cling to the way he handles me, as if he’s well-versed in the art of sex, and we’re pen and paper, about to sketch the hottest picture together.
But it’s how he’s holding my ankle with careful force as I jerk that does me in. I can’t quite describe the noise I make, a cross between a whimper and a cry, and he mutters a husky, “Fuck.” Arousal pummels us—me, more so, because I lose it.
I lose sense of where I am.
Black dots blur my vision, and I tighten and pulsate and come. Ohhh my…fuck, fuck. Sweat has bubbled up on my skin, and my back arches, my body bowing into Donnelly. I hit a climax so fast. My panties are still on. His drawstring pants are still on, and he didn’t even finger me. Wow, wow, wow. I tremble into a shaky moan, and then search for breath.
“Donnelly?” I pant.
“I haven’t gone anywhere,” he breathes, releasing hold of my leg. He’s more so leaning on his side now, studying my breathing, and the green glowstick is beginning to weaken, the color more muted. He presses a kiss to my temple, his eyes sinking into mine. “You alright?”
“Yeah,” I whisper, my face roasting. I came without him again. It feels like if he were to touch my clit at all, I’d come in a heartbeat again. There is no post-climax lazy, oozy sensations for me. I’m still vibrating inside with the remnants of pleasure. “Can we still…? Are we going to…?”
“Have sex?”
I nod once.
He skims me for a half-beat. “I dunno, I think maybe we should hold off.”
I think for a second. “Is it because I came without you?” I ask.
“No.” He smiles a little. “I love making you come. Doesn’t have to be at the same time as me.”
Then…? “Was I too needy? Was I never this needy before?” I whisper. “Wait—don’t tell me. I don’t think I should know how I was in bed.” I’ll end up comparing my past self to my present self and getting insecure.
After combing a hand through his sweaty hair, he hangs his arm across my hips. My nightgown is still pooled at my waist, but Donnelly doesn’t make me feel timid or bashful being this exposed.
“I know…” He feels for the words. “…that you don’t wanna go this slow. But I need you…to go this pace. I thought we’d have sex tonight, I did, but I can’t—I think I’d regret it if we did.”
I’m listening closely. “How come?” I speak as hushed as him.
“You were in the hospital a month ago. I’ve got doctors telling me to slow down with you, Luna, and I could give a fuck about other consequences; I’ve bulldozed through most of ‘em to get to you, but when it comes to your health, I just can’t…I can’t play around with that.” He exhales a tight breath. “And I can give you a lot, I just can’t fuck you yet. I feel good knowing I’m doing something to protect you…” He has to look away from me for a beat, but his arm stays on my body.