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She stared, open mouthed, as he lifted an arm, flexing for her. A smirk on his face. That was… confidence. He was being confident. She hadn’t seen that on him before, but it was a good look. It made him seem untouchable.
He changed poses again, this time coming down onto one knee. Slowly crawling towards her, she realized, salivating even as it seemed like her mouth was too dry to swallow. Her heart was pounding as he reached one hand for her.
Rane touched her ankle. He pulled her leg towards him, off the cushion that was serving as her mattress now. Their mattress, since she wasn’t letting him get away from her. But she had been so focused on freeing him, she hadn’t considered what it would mean to share a bed with this alien male. She knew he could do everything short of giving her a mating bite, but she just now realized that list was extensive.
But it started slow. Just him kneeling there, pulling off her heels. His thumb pressed into the pad of her foot, massaging it as he used his other hand to grasp the top of her sock and pull. She was acutely aware of the slide of the fabric against her leg, his fingers very carefully not touching her as he revealed her foot. He then placed it on his chest, letting her use him as a stool, as he repeated the process with the other foot.
Only once he had both feet in his hands, stroking them gently, did he focus his eyes back on her. And it was more than just confidence blazing in them now. It was needy desire and heated passion. A hunger for her that was so different from all his other expressions in the past.
“The way you stare at me,” he purred, running his lips along her inner ankle. “It’s like there’s no one else in the world but me.”
She shuddered. Had he always sounded that masculine? That deep and strong? Was a change of clothes powerful enough to bring this out in him? Or maybe, this was who he had always been, he just finally had the space to express it now.
“Did you know that, Sandy?” He asked, spreading her legs as he trailed his hands up, the cold of his nail caps contrasting with the warmth of his palms. “When we’re together, you rarely ever let your gaze stray from me. And even when you do, it’s not for long.”
She shivered. It had been too long since she had been touched intimately like this. She was too sensitive. Even this was overwhelming her senses. It made her acutely aware of just how short her shorts and shirt were.
“I like it,” he continued, resting between her legs, arms around her hips, smiling up at her. “I love feeling your gaze on me. I like knowing you see me. Never look away from me, Sandy. I want to be the only thing you see.”
She smiled, stroking her hand over his feathers. They wouldn’t go down, not with how excited he was, but she loved feeling them. They weren’t really as soft as they looked. The broken feathers had to be cut away since they would regrow. But the effect was that it looked like he had shaved the side of his head, giving him a more punk rock look.
She liked it. She wondered if she could convince him to do it permanently.
Maybe she should do it herself…
Her gaze traveled back down, catching on his. He smirked, teasing at the hem of her shorts.
“Will you keep looking at me?” He asked. “No matter what. Don’t turn your eyes away.”
What was he…
Sandy’s eyes widened as he brought his fingers to his lips. There was a latch at the top of his claw caps, and with a surprisingly dexterous flick of his tongue, it popped open. Not much, just enough to allow his finger to pull free. His pinkie finger, his ring, his thumb. One by one, he took them off until only the two longest remained.
“There,” he smiled, flexing his white claws in the bright light. “Hold still. And don’t look away.”
She couldn’t. She was hypnotized by the way he moved. Heart pounding hard against her ribs, she stared as he put the claw of his ring finger against her hem. The fabric hissed as it ripped under the pressure. Falling apart. Exposing her body. The panties underneath met the same fate. So carefully and lovingly shredded as he bared her to his hungry gaze.
“Watch me,” he ordered again, needlessly, with his tongue rolling from his mouth. She couldn’t even think about turning away.
As he leaned in, she leaned back. Giving him space. Giving him access. Canting her hips up as he pushed her legs apart.
The sweet, almost chaste, kiss he pressed to her pussy was followed by a long lick up her slit, ending with a deliberate, harsh flick against her clit that made her gasp, head dropping back.
A sharp, tiny pain made her jump. She jerked her head back up as Rane released his bite against her inner thigh.
“Watch me,” he repeated. A threat. A plea.
Sandy shivered as he closed his mouth over her clit and sucked. She let out a cry, her eyes trying to close. But she kept them open, teeth gritted, staring as he sucked eagerly. Cold pressure at her entrance preceded the two fingers he still had capped entering her. Both fingers shoved deep achingly slowly as he twirled his tongue around her clit.
The claw caps were rounded, the chain holding them to his bracelet were smooth. They didn’t hurt, but she was highly aware of them. Spreading her open. Stretching muscles that hadn’t been properly touched in years. Even when she played with herself, she rarely focused off her clit – she was more of a get there quick kind of girl. So, nothing had been inside there in years. And now his huge fingers were forcing their way inside as his mouth molested her clit.
Sandy struggled to stay upright, to keep her eyes on him, as her toes curled into tight knots against his sides. He certainly didn’t look away from her. He feasted like a starving man, fucking her increasingly juicy pussy with thick fingers, completely unblinking. Staring at her reactions, making sure she was watching him as he brought her to the brink.
No. She didn’t want to come this soon. Not this fast.
But it was too good. His fingers squelching inside her, his tongue rapidly stroking at her clit, the look of absolute devotion in his eyes as he devoured her. He was so perfect, settled between her thighs like that. Eyes shining, crest raised. He moved his lips back. Not much. Just enough so she could see the way his tongue was circling and tasting her.
She snapped, falling back, breaking eye contact, as the rush of pleasure broke her down. He hummed in delight, his fingers still moving, still sucking at her clit. Prolonging the orgasm as she thrashed against him. He wouldn’t be moved until her whimpers turned pained from the overstimulation.
