thought her body had been adequately prepared, he stretched her on a rack somewhere between pleasure and pain. Too much, too soon and still not enough. He studied her face for a moment with a quizzical arch to his brow, as though they weren’t intimately joined, and then shifted his body up so he didn’t fill her quite as fully. Rocking back and forth, he slid in and out of her and pressed the base of his shaft against her clit.
Sensation swamped her. She cried out, digging her nails into his muscular shoulders, losing a piece of herself in his green eyes.
“Gods, Gen,” he gasped, leaning into his weight, pressing down harder on that sweet spot. “You amaze me.”
He slowly withdrew and rocked forward again, observing her every reaction to his movements. Tension coiled tighter in her core, and she had to squeeze her eyes shut for fear of losing herself completely.
He stilled. “No, sweetness, I need you to look at me. Open your eyes, let me see your pleasure.”
“I can’t ...” She shook her head wildly. “It’s too much.”
The feather-light touch of his lips brushed across her cheek. “Please. Let me see you.”
She could no more deny him than she could deny herself. Though her eyelids felt weighted down, she managed to look up at him.
He rewarded her with a glorious smile before rearing back and lifting her legs to his shoulders so he could thrust more deeply inside of her slick passage.
As his cock head stroked her G-spot, she gave in to the tide of release, holding his gaze the entire time.
He stayed within her until the last ripple of pleasure left. Then slowly he withdrew his still-hard shaft from her body. Lying on his side, he faced her as though entranced by the sight of her.
“You didn’t come?” she asked as she reached for him, curling her fingers around his erection, glorying in the intimate contact.
“I can’t.” He bucked into her hold, groaning into her mouth as he kissed her. This was what she wanted. No orchestration or awkward commands, just her enjoying him and him seeming to relish her. He made it so easy, the way she imagined sex with a professional ought to be. His cock was slick with her lube, and she swirled her thumb over the head, delighting in the skin-to-skin contact.
“Wait!” Gen gasped, shoving him away.
He released her at once. “What’s the matter?”
“My germ shield wasn’t up.” Licking her dry lips, she forced her gaze away. “I thought I was alone, so I didn’t activate my shield when you ... when we were ...”
“When I pleasured you.” He didn’t appear at all concerned. In fact, a grin tugged at the corners of his mouth, and the fire in his eyes, combined with his huge hard-on told her he would be more than willing to do it all again.
She reached for her robe, clearing her throat even as her pulse pounded. “This is serious, a health code violation.”
He moved closer until she could feel the heat off his body. The candle flickered, casting their shadows against the wall. “I won’t tell if you won’t.”
She stared up into his eyes, and the temptation to pretend that what he suggested was completely acceptable nearly overwhelmed her. Pressing her fingertips to the bridge of her nose, she muttered, “It would be irresponsible, especially considering your line of work.”
He reached out, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “If it pleases you, by all means, use your health guard.”
She activated her shield. “What about you?”
His face didn’t hold a trace of guile as he said, “I do not have one.”
“What?” Gen scooted back, wary. “How is that even possible? Everyone is equipped with a permanent shield at adolescence. You can’t enter high school without one.”
He held his hands out, palms up. “I’m not a citizen of your world. Besides, it’s impossible for me to carry disease or impregnate you in this form.”
She shook her head. “I don’t understand.”
He paused, as though choosing his words
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