have been a 'big deal' before. It did not make me happy. My mate makes me happy, and moving to Praxii Minor would be unfair to her." I undo her belt. Since she will not let go of my tunic, I must rid her of hers, then. "Did you really think I would leave you behind?"
"I wasn't sure," she stammers, holding on to me. Her gaze searches my face, worried. "I thought maybe I pushed you into it, because I love you and I want what's best for you, but when the ship started to take off, I realized I'm selfish." She tugs hard on my tunic, pulling me down a little more until our noses are practically touching. "I want to keep you. You're mine."
And she kisses me, hard.
Heated pleasure—and triumph—surges through me. This is what I have waited for. This is what I needed from her. I wanted more than just acknowledgement that I give her pleasure, or that she is content. I want her to take me for my own, to be as fiercely possessive of me as I am of her. In this moment, I know I am not just “safe” for her, or comfortable. She loves me truly. "My Kim, does this mean you are purring for me?"
She looks confused for a moment, and then it dawns on her. She gets to her knees on the bed and jerks at my tunic, fisting the material as if she wants to rip it from my chest. "I'm absolutely purring for you," Kim breathes, her gaze heavy with arousal. "I'm purring and we're going to fuck and I don't care if the entire ship hears it. Do you understand me? We're going to fuck, and you're going to fill me with your cum and give me a baby, and then we're going to raise a dozen of them together on our farm." She kisses me fiercely again, so enthusiastic that our teeth clash together. She pulls back quickly once more and gives me another determined look. "Together. Understand?"
I love this. "Tell me how and where you want me, pretty one. I am all yours."
She slides a hand to my belt, and then lower, boldly caressing my cock through my trou. Her mouth lightly plays against mine, and then she nips at my lower lip. "I want you naked." She bites down on my lower lip. "I meant it when I said we're going to fuck."
I hold back a groan. "Good."
"And I'm going to suck your cock, but just a little. Just enough to get you all needy and achy, and then you're going to stuff me full of it, aren't you?" Her words are still edged with a hint of frantic-ness, as if she half-expects me to leave her again, and I realize that she needs this joining between us on so many levels—just as I need to claim her, she needs to claim me, too.
"You're going to suck on my cock?" I grit, fascinated at the filthy words coming from her lovely mouth. "Because you want to or because you think I need it?"
"Because I want to." She rubs me through my trou, her fingers as greedy as her words. "Because I need it. I need you."
I groan, loving this aggressive side of my mate. Did I think she was perfect before? She proves herself more and more perfect by the moment. "What if I want to touch you first? What if I want that pretty cunt in my face, on my mouth?"
"You're just going to have to wait," she tells me boldly, and pulls my belt free, shucking it aside.
I am utterly delighted at this. I have dreamed of Kim being eager for my touch, for her to reach for me instead of me always reaching for her, and this is fulfilling all of my wildest fantasies. "Then I am yours. Do with me as you like."
She tugs at my trou, working the auto-fastener with a touch, and when the material loosens, she tears it down my legs, as eager to free me as my cock is. When the clothing pools around my feet, she ignores it entirely, turning her gaze back to my cock, and a soft little hum of pleasure escapes her when she sees how hard I am already.
"God, you're so big," she sighs, as if my very size brings her an incredible amount of pleasure. "I keep imagining how this is going to feel inside me, but I bet that it