her ribs; he could feel it where his forearm rested against her, just under her breast. “I hardly think that’s a flattering angle...”
Foolish female. His hand slipped to her ass so he could palm it, give it a good squeeze, and she squeaked. Nokx nipped at her shoulder, sucked on the skin of her neck. “It’s the best angle.”
EJ laughed, trying to reach her arms up over her head so she could touch his spikes, but Nokx couldn’t imagine loosening his hold even for a second. Fear gripped him. What if he lost her? What if Faros got his way and left EJ on the gen ship and Nokx ended up stuck on the Sraibur? He would never find her. Would never feel her soft skin again.
His breath caught and EJ stilled. Her head leaned back against his shoulder, turning her face to his throat as she murmured, “What’s up, big guy?”
Nokx grumbled and turned his attention to her breasts. “You are wearing too many clothes. I wish to see all of you.”
“I thought you wanted to cover me in chocolate?”
He set her back down but didn’t release her, using one hand to keep her close while the other stripped off her borrowed clothes. Nokx worked fast and then he had her splayed out on his bed, kneeling next to her with the cake in one hand, as her soft, curvy nakedness became the center of his universe.
He would never get enough of her.
EJ smiled, eyes darkening with desire, and her fingers drifted down her stomach and back up to her breasts. “Are you just going to stare at me, big guy?”
He scooped some of what she’d called ‘frosting’ off the cake with one finger, then drew across her nipples and breasts, down her stomach and then over and across her thighs. Her body undulated in anticipation, and Nokx thought he might spend in his robes without even touching her. He put aside the plate, about to dive into the mess he’d made of her tits, when EJ caught his wrist and drew his hand down. Her mouth opened and she took his fingers in her mouth, slowly licking the chocolate off of each digit.
She drew strongly enough on them that he groaned, reliving the warm heat of her mouth around his cock, and his head fell back as he imagined her kneeling before him, her hair tangled around his fist...
EJ hummed in appreciation, still licking and nipping at his fingers, and her free hand rested on his thigh, working its way through his robes. “Don’t leave me waiting.”
“Demanding, aren’t you?” he grumbled, barely holding on to control. “Perhaps it’s good for you to wait.”
Her full lips curved in a smile and she casually touched her own breasts, watching for his reaction as she did so, and his hands tightened on her hips. “I can probably wait, but I’m not sure you can.”
She was right. He’d never be able to resist her. Nokx leaned back so he could tear off his robes, though he left his trousers on so he could maintain some semblance of control. The moment he took the pants off, he’d be inside her. He knew it. He suspected she knew it, too, from the way she smiled and tugged at the belt.
Nokx bent his head and traced her nipple with his tongue, dragging the chocolate around in a smeared, sweet mess. She gasped and shivered, working her fingers against his scalp. He glanced up at her, fire in his veins, and nearly groaned at the way she watched him: her eyes half-lidded, flashing with desire.
He retreated and blew gently against the wet trail he’d left on her skin, watching her nipple harden and her skin prickle. EJ moved her legs, squeezing her thighs together, and tried to drag him closer.
Nokx chuckled and dipped his head to do the same to the chocolate on her other breast. He gripped her waist as she lifted her hips in invitation, and he shoved his knee between her thighs so she could grind against him just like she had that morning. He wanted to feel her moving in time with his tongue and the pressure of his mouth, imagining her body tightening around his like a glove.
He groaned and nipped the soft swell of her breast. “You temptress. I want to play with you and you try to distract me.”
“Play?” she laughed breathlessly, arching her back. “Don’t make me wait, Nokx. Please?”