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But...why not? It's a bold, vulnerable move...and I bet Kazex will love it. Making him lose control is something I want desperately.
"Are you going to come?" I whisper, reaching forward and playing with the band of my panties as he strokes himself.
His gaze darts to my hand, as I knew it would. His shuttling fist moves faster up and down his length.
"You can come on me," I tell him. "I like the idea."
And then I slip my fingers into my panties and touch myself.
The ragged sound he makes is utterly gratifying, and it feels as if I'm touching electricity when I brush my fingers over my clit. He watches me with heated intensity as I draw little circles around the most sensitive spot on my body. I don't normally masturbate much since arriving on the ship. There's too many people around with sensitive noses. Sometimes I'll touch myself in the shower just to take the edge off, but most of the time I ignore my needs.
Maybe that's why this moment feels so intense.
I take gaspy breaths, touching myself as he works his cock faster, the head wet and gleaming. I love this shared moment of naughtiness. I love that I can make him overwhelmed with need in a matter of moments. My own need ratchets up, my ultra-sensitive nipple tight and aching. I move my fingers faster, my gaze glued to his erection. "Kazex."
"Ruthie," he growls, and the sheer hunger in the way he says my name makes me gasp again.
The first spurt of hot seed on my skin feels like a shock. My gaze flies from his cock to his face, and I watch Kazex's expression contort as he erupts, working his cock harder and faster as another rope of seed glazes my stomach. He paints my belly, breath heaving as he jerks his cock, working every last bit out of his system. When he's done, he lets out a full-body shudder and falls back on his haunches, utterly spent.
I've stopped moving my hand, because touching myself wasn't half as interesting as watching him get off. I slip my hand out of my panties, and my lower arm, my panties, and my stomach have all been hit with his release. He's left a mess all over my skin but I feel strangely proud of it. Look at how irresistible I am. Look at how hard I made him come.
When he catches his breath, he gives me a sheepish, utterly sweet look. "You're incredible."
"I thought you were the impressive one," I say, nudging him with my knee. "I'll get a towel."
"No—you wait there. I'll get one." He moves forward and kisses me—hard and possessive—and when I'm breathless, he gets up from the bed and races over to the lavatory. He jogs back while I remain in place, a damp towel in his hands. With another sheepish little smile, he sits next to me on the bed and cleans me off, until there's no more semen on my skin. My panties are still damp from his leavings, though, and he pauses over them. "Can I?—"
"Yes." God, I thought he'd never ask. "Please."
He tosses the towel aside and delicately grabs the waist of my panties, tugging them down to reveal the curls between my thighs. I love the pleased sound he makes at the sight, and I'm feeling more comfortable with my body by the moment.
I feel sexy. I feel good.
He flicks my panties to the floor and then runs his fingers over my hips, tracing them with a touch. "You know your word."
"I don't need it. You have me."
"I do." Kazex leans in and kisses my belly, his expression reverent. "All I want is to please you."
"I know," I say softly. I suck in as he kisses my stomach again, his lips ticklish. "Should I take my bra off?"
"Leave it on," he says, kissing just below my navel. "We want to make sure we don't hit your piercing."
Smart, though I'm looking forward to the day that he can tease my piercing with his lips. Just thinking about that makes me clench deep inside, and I wriggle on the bed.
"I'm going lower, I promise," he tells me, kissing down my hip. "Be patient."
Kazex's mouth nibbles along the inside of my hip before he moves to the curls covering my pubis and nuzzles them, his tongue dipping out to tease the cleft of my folds. I open my legs wider to invite him in, and I forget all about being shy. This is Kazex. He knows me better than anyone. He can taste me wherever, touch me wherever, because I trust him.
"Been wondering how you'd taste," Kazex rasps, and licks the seam of my flesh again, his tongue dipping in between my folds.
I fist my hands in the blankets, because I really want to touch him and also don't want to distract him. "How do I taste? Tell me, then."
