"I'm fine." Strangely enough, I am. I like that when I tried to stop him, he didn't get mad, just wanted to check in with me. We're friends, and somehow I know we're going to keep on being friends even after this. It fills me with a sense of relief so strong I want to cry.
Nothing's going to change with Kazex because he hasn't changed in how he feels about me. Not one bit. It's a freeing realization that my legs or my ugly panties aren't going to scare him off. It means that no matter what I do, I can't chase him away. We'll just laugh over it and reset.
I kick off my boots and lie back down again.
His hands go to my belt and he glances up at me. "Tell me the word at any time and we'll stop until you're comfortable."
"I'm good. I promise."
Kazex's smile grows wide with pleasure. He activates the auto-fastener and my belt slithers off. Next comes the auto-fastener that goes up to my collar, and when he activates it, it seems to hiss and slither forever as it works its way down to the left leg of my jumpsuit. The fabric gapes a little, exposing my bra and all the padding on one side.
"Beautiful," he murmurs, holding a hand out to me. "Sit up so I can finish undressing you."
I take his hand and sit up, and he guides my arms out of my sleeves. I resist the urge to help because I love the look of concentration on his face. When I'm down to just my bra and the jumpsuit pooled at my waist, I lie back down and lift my hips so he can finish the job.
When I'm down to just a bra and panties, he skims a hand up my leg. I inwardly wince, because of leg hair, but the fascination on his face tells me I have nothing to worry over. His gaze is roaming everywhere—my stomach, my bra, my bare arms, the curve of my hips, and then back to my face.
"Kef, Ruthie. You have no idea what this is doing to me." He takes a ragged breath.
I prop up on my elbows, my sensitive pierced nipple throbbing as if it's the only thing in my body with nerve endings. I had no idea that it would go into overdrive the moment it was pierced, but I like it. I love the quivery sensations it's sending through me. "Do you need to stop?"
"Never." He leans in and brushes his mouth over my abdomen, kissing my navel. It's weird that we're both clones and yet I have a navel and he doesn't. Maybe they were trying to copy the original Ruth’s body by giving me one?
Whatever it is, I'm glad for it, because it's ticklish and when he skims his mouth over my belly button, I feel my pulse beating between my thighs. His tongue dips into the divot of my navel and I suck in a breath.
Kazex immediately groans, burying his face against my stomach as he hunches over me. "Just...give...me...a moment."
It's incredibly flattering that he can't quite control himself around me. Maybe some women wouldn't like it, but I fucking love it. I love that I'm irresistible to him, even when I've got unshaved legs and a bandage on my boob. I'm feeling sexier by the moment, and it's all because of his reactions. It doesn't matter that my legs are sprawled wide and I'm up on my elbows in nothing but a bra and panties. There's a man between my knees who is losing his mind with desire for me, and I've never felt more desirable.
"Do you need to jerk off?" I ask him.
He groans, his hands locking around my waist even as he presses his brow against my ribs. "I...can control myself."
I love his desperation. "You don't have to control yourself. We flipped a coin, remember? We can do both. You can jerk off and then you can touch me."
His head jerks up and his eyes are dilated with arousal. "Do you want to watch?"
"You know I do."
The breath hisses out from between his teeth. No sooner do I say the words than he's reaching for his belt, shoving his trou down his thighs before his belt even finishes receding. His cock thrusts free and he grips it with one hand, then pauses. "Should we go to the shower?"
I shake my head. "I like my current view."
He's still crouched between my thighs, now sitting back on his haunches. I'm going to be staring his cock down if he touches himself right now, and when he comes...it'll be all over my belly and my bra and my ugly panties.
God, why is that visual so stinking hot?
Kaz wraps a hand around his cock, stroking it roughly. The head—purple with need— drips with pre-cum, and I watch as he drags his fist down his length, only to jerk up again. His breath hitches, and I resist the urge to slip a hand into my panties and touch myself.