the rosy bud, pulling at it until she rocked her hips against him in a silent plea. A girl who had as many tattoos as Alinna would probably like a little rough play, he thought. He moved his lips to her breast and sucked hard at her tight nipple. She threw back her head and groaned. David grinned, deciding he was right.
He levered himself up on his elbows to give himself the space he needed to reach her other breast and treated it to the same mild torture. As he suckled her, he slipped his hand down to stroke her pussy, delighted to find the naked skin there wet with her juices. He loved the fact that she had no soft curls of hair around her pussy, and marveled again at the way her tattoos extended in tendrils from her inner thighs all the way to these private inner lips.
“Tattoos here had to hurt like a bastard,” he said silently to her as he traced their path with his wet fingers.
* * *
Alinna groaned in pleasure and in frustration. She needed David—needed the release he could provide, the escape from all the tension of the mission. But he was surprising her again, both with his insight in how to please her and most importantly with his uncanny psychic abilities. He wasn’t even asleep. This time, he had reached out to her mentally while fantasizing about her. He’d drawn her into his daydream, altered the physical limitations his mind had set upon it, and was now addressing her mentally, just as though he were born to the ability. Which she supposed he was, just not in the way the Inarrii expected a human to be. The races were far more similar than simple appearance.
Alinna gasped as David stroked her sinaa. She should be pulling away, should be escaping the base to find some way back to her people to make her report. What she now knew about the humans was enough to finalize the decision on a direct approach by the Inarrii for a Treaty, she was certain of that. But that would mean leaving David, an unappealing thought considering she wasn’t even sure she could get home. Alinna’s pulse raced as he stroked her again, slowly teasing open the folds of her sinaa until he could touch the center of her longing. He was the only thing keeping her from going insane on this lonely planet. She didn’t want to leave David, and she certainly wasn’t ending this now. She needed him.
With bold strokes, he brought her to the edge, so close to orgasm that she whimpered his name. Then he stopped, only to begin a slow exploration of her L’inar with his tongue down the length of her body. She breathed deeply, inhaling his scent. His cologne added a crisp touch of spice to his natural musk, much as an Inarrii male in heat’s scent would. He was too slow, there was too much, and she needed more, now. She rocked against him as he mapped out every inch of her L’inar with his lips and tongue until he reached the innermost lines on her thighs. His skin was cool as he touched her, but his lips and tongue were hot, a surprising and delightful combination. He’d done this before, in the dream they had shared, and each touch of his hot tongue sent pulses of pleasure down her nerve lines.
Just as she was about to beg him to take her, she stiffened. He had done this before. She had allowed him to begin M’itta lensahn, the first step in the Inarrii mating ceremony, and she was allowing it again. Tracing her L’inar with his tongue marked her as his. If she let this continue, would they be mated? He had no L’inar nerve lines to taste and trace, so she couldn’t have completed the ceremony, could she? Her mind raced back to the previous night.
“Oh fuck,” she swore.
“Not yet.” He laughed at her, looked up to meet her eyes. He must have caught her shocked look. “What’s wrong?”
“We shouldn’t do this…I don’t really know you…” she trailed off as he lowered his mouth again to nuzzle the wet lips of her sinaa.
“You know me. And we both want this, need this.” He spoke against her sex, the warm breath
He levered himself up on his elbows to give himself the space he needed to reach her other breast and treated it to the same mild torture. As he suckled her, he slipped his hand down to stroke her pussy, delighted to find the naked skin there wet with her juices. He loved the fact that she had no soft curls of hair around her pussy, and marveled again at the way her tattoos extended in tendrils from her inner thighs all the way to these private inner lips.
“Tattoos here had to hurt like a bastard,” he said silently to her as he traced their path with his wet fingers.
* * *
Alinna groaned in pleasure and in frustration. She needed David—needed the release he could provide, the escape from all the tension of the mission. But he was surprising her again, both with his insight in how to please her and most importantly with his uncanny psychic abilities. He wasn’t even asleep. This time, he had reached out to her mentally while fantasizing about her. He’d drawn her into his daydream, altered the physical limitations his mind had set upon it, and was now addressing her mentally, just as though he were born to the ability. Which she supposed he was, just not in the way the Inarrii expected a human to be. The races were far more similar than simple appearance.
Alinna gasped as David stroked her sinaa. She should be pulling away, should be escaping the base to find some way back to her people to make her report. What she now knew about the humans was enough to finalize the decision on a direct approach by the Inarrii for a Treaty, she was certain of that. But that would mean leaving David, an unappealing thought considering she wasn’t even sure she could get home. Alinna’s pulse raced as he stroked her again, slowly teasing open the folds of her sinaa until he could touch the center of her longing. He was the only thing keeping her from going insane on this lonely planet. She didn’t want to leave David, and she certainly wasn’t ending this now. She needed him.
With bold strokes, he brought her to the edge, so close to orgasm that she whimpered his name. Then he stopped, only to begin a slow exploration of her L’inar with his tongue down the length of her body. She breathed deeply, inhaling his scent. His cologne added a crisp touch of spice to his natural musk, much as an Inarrii male in heat’s scent would. He was too slow, there was too much, and she needed more, now. She rocked against him as he mapped out every inch of her L’inar with his lips and tongue until he reached the innermost lines on her thighs. His skin was cool as he touched her, but his lips and tongue were hot, a surprising and delightful combination. He’d done this before, in the dream they had shared, and each touch of his hot tongue sent pulses of pleasure down her nerve lines.
Just as she was about to beg him to take her, she stiffened. He had done this before. She had allowed him to begin M’itta lensahn, the first step in the Inarrii mating ceremony, and she was allowing it again. Tracing her L’inar with his tongue marked her as his. If she let this continue, would they be mated? He had no L’inar nerve lines to taste and trace, so she couldn’t have completed the ceremony, could she? Her mind raced back to the previous night.
“Oh fuck,” she swore.
“Not yet.” He laughed at her, looked up to meet her eyes. He must have caught her shocked look. “What’s wrong?”
“We shouldn’t do this…I don’t really know you…” she trailed off as he lowered his mouth again to nuzzle the wet lips of her sinaa.
“You know me. And we both want this, need this.” He spoke against her sex, the warm breath
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