Light Speed Arkadie, L. (positive books to read .txt) 📖

“Wait,” I take her by the arm before she canleave. “Where are you going?”

“Magnificent Star wants to show mesomething.”

“And what does she want to show you?”

“I don’t know,” she says with a shrug. “I’lllet you know when I do.”

As soon as I let go of her, she disappearsfrom my side, leaving me alone with Chex.

Now I’m alone, wondering what to do next. Ihave never nursed an ailing creature other than my sisters. But Istart by taking one of his feet, untying the dusty black boot andtugging it off of his foot. I do the same to the other boot. Hemakes an abrupt move and flips on his back, groaning. When he’s allstill and settled into the mattress, I unbutton, unzip, and slidehis dusty pants down his legs. I hadn’t noticed the tiny hairsbudding out of his epidermis until this very moment. It’s very odd.Tryst doesn’t grow hairs on his body, only his head. My sisters andI are the same. Invoking the permission he gave me to touch himwhenever I want, I rub a hand gently up and down his leg to get afull sense of the fibers, except it’s the muscles in his legs thatenchant me. What a strong being he is.

When I go to take his coat off, he springsto consciousness and wraps his long fingers around my wrists,squeezing them tightly. After a moment of looking me in the eyes,he lets go and his hand flops back down onto the mattress.

I finish taking his jacket off. It’s veryheavy as I lay it on the stone floor beside the bed. Then I takehis shirt by the hem and lift it up off over his head. He’scompletely naked and I can’t help but notice that his man partisn’t firm.

I’m staring at it, wondering when it willturn erect when, all of a sudden, he flips onto his side and wrapshis arm around my hips, causing me to stumble; I lose balance butturn and plop down on the side of the bed in front of him. Once I’mseated, he slides closer to me.

“Lay with me,” he says lethargically.

He has me so tight and he’s not going to letgo. I bend over to unlace the boots on my feet, kick them off andthen pull off the very uncomfortable pants I’m wearing. Chex is notso out of it that he loosens his grip on me. I slip out of Na’ta’sshirt and, once I raise my legs to lie down beside him, he quicklypulls me into him, moaning as my backside becomes firmly fixedagainst his front. The rigidness has returned to his man part andhis full breaths hit warmly against the back of my neck. My entirebody rises and falls with his panting.

“Ad’ru,” he yearns and one of his handsrides down the round of my hips. He releases a sigh when hisfingers slip into where I am warm and moist. I flip onto my back,as one finger slides in and out of me like before. Does he evenknow what he’s doing to me? His eyes are still closed yet his lipsare parted, and to my complete shock, he has no fangs.

Now that finger is indulgently circling myclitoris. The movement is constant and gentle; I can sense how softI am against the tip of his finger. My breaths are heavy and I’mwhimpering under his control.

“Shouldn’t you rest,” I force out inwhispers while containing the sparks of pleasure that are on theverge of exploding inside of me.

“I can’t, if you’re this close,” hebreathes.

“Then I should leave.”

“No.” He draws me deeper into his virilebody.

He’s not shivering anymore and I’m full ofdesire.

“I want to make love to you. Will you letme?” he begs.

“Make love to me?” I’m confused by thatvernacular. How does one “make” love to another?

“Yes…” Again, he’s only speaking inwhispers. “That’s what I want. I crave you like I cravedblood.”

“If that’s what you want, then yes.” I thinkI know what I’m agreeing to.

Before I know it, he’s mounted me, my legsare spread wide and his hips are between them. I feel pressurefirst as his hand guides his man part into my female cavity.

A piercing gasp escapes me.

He freezes. A horrified look draws hisexpression. “Did I hurt you?” he asks, searching my face with hisheavy brows crinkled with concern.

I shake my head after pausing to assess whatI feel. “No, I don’t feel pain. What I feel is just—different.”

“Do you like it?”

I nod my head against a pillow. “Very much.”There’s passion in my tone. I don’t even recognize my ownvoice.

His hips begin to shift back and forth. Hismovement is slow and deep as he sings a series of gasps and grunts.“How does this feel?” he whispers.

How does it feel? I feel like my heart willexplode because it’s so full of love for this Selell. Is that whatmaking love means? He’s inside of me and I want us to stay likethis until time never ends. I lift my mouth to his, and he takesover, kissing me deeply. His firm man part slides in and out of me.Deeper. Faster. The speed in which he moves makes me tingle inside.Then he slows his pace and moves methodically.

“How about right here?” And he’s looking medirectly in the eyes as he directs his man part to his right, myleft. “You didn’t tell me how it feels.”

I’m unable to tell him because whatever thissensation is, it’s keeping me from speaking. The only sounds I’mable to make are in moans and breaths. I shut my eyes tightly, verytightly. My entire face and body are tense. Oh my! It’s happening.The more he does that, the closer it comes—the coming iscoming.

“Tell me Ad’ru,” he demands.

I freely open my mouth and cry out. Thissensation is powerful and lasting. Chex wraps his arms around meand is squeezing me into him as he grunts. He’s experiencingpleasure too. We are undergoing it together.

When our songs end, Chex isn’t finished. Myhard nipple is in his mouth and he’s still firm inside of me,moving back and forth.

“You’re soft, brand new,” he breathes as hetakes my other nipple between his lips and gently