Ar'Tok - Alana Khan Page 0,62
there are other things you love about me besides my smile.”
Wiggling, I feel his hard cock pressing against my bottom. “Hurry!”
He sets me back in the hover-chair, tucks the lap blanket around me, and takes off at a run.
“Goodbye, scented garden,” he calls as he runs over the grassy path.
“Goodbye, turquoise trees,” I say as I wave.
“Goodbye, calling birds,” he says as he slows a bit when we emerge through the wooden arbor gate.
He keeps a good pace, though, as we scurry through the grand foyer with its high, domed ceiling, purple and gold decorations, and gawking patrons. They have to know we’re running to our room to make love. I smile as I realize I don’t care.
As bold as I felt on our wild run through the hotel, I feel shy now that we’re here and the door is closed.
“I’m going to give you pleasure until you order me to stop,” he says, his tone so low and gravelly I wouldn’t know it was him if I wasn’t looking.
“You’ll get no complaints from me.”
He kneels in front of me and gently pulls my shirt over my head. My bra joins it on the floor moments later. When he stands between my legs to shimmy my pants off, I wish he’d taken his clothes off first. If he had, his cock would be within my grasp. Flashes of the exciting things I’d like to do to it fly through my mind.
He’s careful not to hurt my leg, which is feeling no pain thanks to Dr. Drayke’s medical magic. Before I know it, I’m naked in the middle of the bed, waiting for him to join me.
He pulls off his blue t-shirt, then stops to look me up and down. My mouth dries as I inspect him. Every time I see him naked I notice something different. Today, I’m drawn by the perfectly sculpted steel muscles lying under his pale skin. Then I notice the red lines that mark his abuse.
I shake my head as if I can shake those thoughts out of my mind. Every one of those scars made him the male he is today—the male I love. I love every line that brands him.
This isn’t the shy Ar’Tok I met less than two weeks ago, the male who expected me to run from him at every turn. This Ar’Tok stands proudly, his hands on his waistband and a small smile playing at his lips.
His hips begin to sway as if he’s dancing to music only he can hear. My teeth gnaw on my bottom lip to keep from ordering him to remove his clothes and join me in this bed. His long, strong fingers play at his waistband as he sways to the nonexistent music.
“Stop teasing me,” I order. I can’t wait another second to feel those hands on me. He just shakes his head slowly, a silent scolding, and keeps dancing. His movements are more flagrant now. More sexual as his hips change direction.
Instead of beckoning me from side to side, he’s thrusting now, driving his cock toward me in rhythm with his mind’s imaginings.
“You’re a bad male,” I grumble, noticing the needy desperation between my legs. I feel my pulse pounding there.
He turns away from me and resumes the side-to-side motion. If my leg wasn’t broken, I would bound off the bed and yank his pants off to see what the muscles in his fine ass look like as he dances for me.
“Nice males don’t tease their females like this,” I scold.
“You might think I’m not nice now, Star,” he says to the far wall, “but by the time we’re done today you’ll change your mind.”
“Come change my mind.” I pat the bed, unable to hide my pout.
He turns in slow increments, allowing me to admire the perfection of his form from every angle, then pulls his pants off and steps out of them.
“You’re wicked sexy, Ar’Tok. I’m going to take up photography just to capture you like this.”
A sensuous smile slashes across his face as he dances to the foot of the bed, then kneels between my feet. He begins moving his way up my leg, first with nibbling lips, then nipping teeth, then swiping wide swathes with the flat of his tongue.
Taking care not to hurt my right thigh, his huge hands open me wider as he awakens every nerve ending up the runway of my left leg. Every highway has a terminus, and I know right where I want that tongue to stop.
“I’m