Page 27 of Keeping His Mate
I push a lock of her mane behind her ear, and gently run my fingers through the smooth, silky ends. “I do not know how I fare as a tr’gory parent, but you,” I pause, my gaze finding those mystifying brown dots next to her eye. Herbeauty markas she calls it. “You are spectacular, as you are in everything you do.”
Her small pink tongue darts out, running along the length of her bottom lip, and I stifle a groan. My cock throbs against my thigh, almost painfully.
I cannot take this anymore.
I am not patient enough to wait for the right words to find me. Elle-noor’s scent, her nearness, her beautiful eyes––they are driving me to madness. My hands ball into fists as I practically shout, “I must check something upstairs!” before racing up to my bedroom.
Whipping the door closed behind me, I tug my pants down to my knees and take my cock in hand. I give it a stroke, up and down slowly, as I picture that smooth pink tongue of hers peeking out between her soft lips. I imagine it swirling around the head of my cock as her eyes meet mine, and her name falls from my lips in a reverent vow, as if it is the only name I wish to say for the rest of my days. Gripping my length, I stroke it harder as I envision that tongue tracing the veins up the side, and my sac tightens against my body.
The creak of the door has me spinning around to find Elle-noor inside the room, pushing the door shut behind her. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to interrupt. I just…” she sucks in a breath at the sight of my cock in my hand, “didn’t want you to have all the fun without me.”
She steps away from the door, and moves against the wall opposite me, leaning her back against it. “May I watch?”
My chest heaves as I reply, “You wish...to w-watch me? No! No, that does not seem–”
Elle-noor does not wait for me to finish speaking. Instead, she pulls her tunic over her head, tosses it to the floor, and cups her breasts. “It’s okay,” she breathes, her voice a husky rasp, “You can watch me too.”
CHAPTER 12
ELEANOR
Well, this took an unexpected turn. Not that I mind, though, because the sexual tension downstairs while we made ale was enough to make my pussy gush like a garden hose. I’m just sad Bruvix didn’t invite me to the party he’s having up here.
It’s clear he’s inexperienced sexually, and it would not surprise me at all to learn he’s a virgin. So if this will help him take the edge off while getting a visual lesson in human anatomy, I’m happy to oblige. Not that I would consider myself anything remotely close to a “sexpert,” but after the hand I’ve been dealt since being taken, I refuse to spend another second denying myself pleasure. This is the only life I’ve got, and I want to enjoy it.
Although, my fierce alien warrior still hasn’t given me the green light to proceed. “Uh, Bruvix?” I say, resting my hands on the waist of my leggings. “I’m going to need verbal confirmation you’re okay with this.”
“Huh? Uhm, y-yes,” he groans, his hand still wrapped around his impressively large dick. He felt big when I cupped him through his pants, but...wow. “Touch yourself for me, Elle-noor.”
“My pleasure,” I reply, holding back a chuckle at the wordplay. I push my leggings down and step out of them, then I’m completely naked in front of Bruvix. His mouth hangs open as I sit in the chair in the corner of the room and spread my legs wide. “What would you like me to do next?” I ask, placing one hand across my stomach and the other on my hip.
His hand starts to move again, stroking his long golden dick up and down as he stares at me, his eyes heavy-lidded and swirling with heat. “Play with your nipples.”
I do as he commands, cupping my left breast and skating my fingers across the hardened tip. He wets his lips with his tongue, and his eyes darken as they roam my body. I feel myself getting wetter under his perusal.
“Spread your folds for me,” he rasps, stroking himself harder now. “Let me see your pretty c-cunt.”
With my other hand, I spread my pussy lips so my swollen, aching clit is on full display. Bruvix growls at the sight of it. “So wet. Y-you are so wet already,” he mutters with a gulp, the flick of his wrist catching my eye as he focuses his grip on the crown. His chest heaves as he continues to watch me with rapt attention.
My hand drops away from my breast and lightly rubs my clit from side to side. I’m aching to show him how much he means to me. “For you, Bruvix. It’s all for you.”
His growl deepens, and I watch his hips buck as he pumps into his hand. “Mine,” he grunts in agreement. “You are mine.”
“Yours,” I whisper as my breathing turns ragged. I trace circles around the engorged bundle of nerves as my heart thumps. If he’s into possessive dirty talk, I’m game. I've never found it all that appealing before, but with Bruvix, it’s different. Better. Hotter.
“Elle-noor,” he pants as his face scrunches into anguished need, his nostrils flaring as his lower abs contract, accentuating each beautifully sculpted muscle around his middle. Yet people find him hard to look at?
Morons.
With his tunic still on, the scars on his chest and shoulders are covered. I would love to see them, if only to make it clear that they don’t bother me at all, but this way, I imagine Bruvix more comfortable than he would with his shirt off. And getting him more comfortable with himself, with me, is the whole point of this anyway.
I let out a scream the moment I insert two fingers inside my core. I don’t wait for him to give me further instruction. I’m getting too close. “Ah-ah!” I cry, rubbing my clit harder, faster.
A muscle in Bruvix’s jaw ticks as he pinches his eyes shut. “No,” I call out. “Keep your eyes on me.” I want him to be in this moment with me, even though we aren’t touching.
“I-I am close, Elle-noor,” he grunts.
“Yesss,” I hiss back. I am, too, and I want us coming together. Our gazes lock, our furious movements united though we’re feet apart. When my orgasm rips through me moments later, my mouth falls open in a silent cry as my hips buck into my hands.