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“That’s the difference between being with a boy and a man, Miss Van der Zee,” I tell her, unable to resist gloating a little. I can tell she’s inexperienced, beyond what she’s done with the guys, so she probably doesn’t know her body as well as I do.
Fair play to the youth of today for learning that her pleasure should come first, and for working tirelessly to try and find that fabled little G-spot, but experienced men know there are a hell of a lot more ways to pleasure a woman, and know how to mix it up a little.
I don’t bother asking if she likes it; the rush of wetness covering my hand proves it. So I continue, returning my mouth to her clit and picking up my rhythm.
Within minutes Malia’s shaking her head, tugging at my hair, oblivious to the fact that she’s leaving a trail of smears all over my face. I fucking love it. Her scent, her taste, it brings something out in me. Something primal, savage, possessive.
She’s putty in my mouth, the waves of pleasure wringing it from her, but she refuses to be a passenger. Her control finally snaps and she lets go of her restraint, riding my face hard in an effort to chase the second orgasm that she swore she couldn’t have. She doesn’t want to be anyone’s passive partner, and I can admire that. She wants to be an equal part of the mutual pleasure. Which is fine, so long as it’s her pleasure. No reciprocation needed, this is enough of a dream come true.
She grabs my head and presses my face against her, burying me in her cum, covering my nose and mouth. It feels like she’s smothering me with her juices, but I don’t care. I keep moving my tongue as that orgasm crests and crashes over her, and I wring it out into a third until she’s a gibbering wreck on the sheets.
Slowly she comes down from her high and drops her thighs to rest on the bed, panting hard. My own senses are heightened and I can hear how rapidly her heart is racing.
Finally, I pull back and sit up, my face and mouth glistening with her juices.
“Exquisite,” I say again, because it’s the only word I can manage.
I bring my lips up to meet hers, to kiss her as she’s never been kissed before. Our tongues tangle, and I can taste her on her tongue. She’s sweeter than anything I’ve ever tasted. Addictive.
She looks dazed and ready to drop as I move to straddle her.
“I can’t wait any longer. I need to make you mine,” I tell her.
She nods sleepily. “Please, Sir,” she begs softly. Music to my fucking ears. I love it when she calls me that. I love that she thinks we’re almost done here. Like three orgasms are going to be enough to satisfy me. She’s cute in her cluelessness.
“I need to get a condom,” I tell her, kissing her chastely on the lips.
As I go to move away, she suddenly snaps her legs around my waist and locks me in place.
“Don’t.”
I raise a brow at her. “Are you sure?”
She nods. “I already know about…the other stuff.”
I groan. Of course one of the others will have told her that our kind can’t mate with humans. And although we’re not convinced that Maliaishuman, the queen’s guards are all given a procedure when their roles are assigned. Doesn’t stop infections and other nasties though.
“I’m clean,” I tell her. “But I want to protect you.”
“And I want to feel you. Don’t make me wait. Please, Vance.”
Fuck. There she goes again – eviscerating what little control I managed to claw back.
I lower myself down, angling myself just right so that I’ll be in the best position to make her see stars when I push inside her. I guide myself closer, pressing at her entrance. She gasps as I push forward, stretching her, and I wince at the tightness of our first time together. I move her hips with my own to get her wetter and slide a hand between our bodies to stroke her clit. Her hips buck, I slide a little deeper and she cries out.
“Professor!”
I groan. She absolutely cannot call me that while I’m fucking her. She’ll be the death of me if she does.
To save my sanity, I silence her with a kiss, my hips still slowly working to seat me fully inside her. As our lips lock in a passionate embrace, I can feel her body surrendering to mine. Her lips part and our tongues touch, as we both lose ourselves in the heat of the moment.
The fire between us intensifies, and I quicken my pace, thrusting deeper and harder inside her now. Her walls tighten around me, a clear indication of how much she’s enjoying this. The sound of her moans fills the room, and I can’t help but feel a sense of pride knowing thatI’mthe one causing her pleasure.
For weeks now, I’ve had to listen in torment while the others have sealed their connection with Malia. Hearing her cries of pleasure at their hands has been driving me insane, and now I completely get why.
I’m addicted to the sounds she makes. Enraptured by the feel of her. Dependent on her pleasure to find my own. I’m lost in all things Malia-Tarni and there’s no going back.
I explore every inch of her body with my hands, caressing her breasts and trailing my fingers down her stomach. She responds with soft gasps and whimpers, urging me on. I can feel the tension building within her, and I know that she is close. I break the kiss and trail my lips down her neck, nipping and sucking on her sensitive skin. Her hands grip onto my shoulders as she arches her back, wanting more. I pick up the pace, my thrusts becoming faster and harder, and she meets me with each one.
