“You said you’d kiss me and make me better,” Helen agrees, her voice turning husky with arousal. “I should like some kissing and some fingering now.”
I can do better than that. I kiss her gently, taking the time to brush my lips over hers and caress every soft, sweet bit of her mouth. Her eyes flutter closed and she leans toward me, lips parted, as I stroke my knuckles lightly over her jaw and down her neck. “My fierce, perfect mate,” I murmur between kisses. “I never want you to think that you are anything less than exquisite.”
Her hands move to my chest and her fingers curl in the front of my bodysuit. “Matty. I love you so much.”
Pressing more nibbling kisses to her mouth, I slide my hand to the auto-fastener at the top of her clothing and activate it. It slithers down the front of her bodysuit, the fabric loosening and revealing the plas-bandage that covers her midriff. Kef, how that had choked me with terror to realize that I might have caused her to get harmed. “I thought I was going to lose my mind when I saw you were hurt.”
She smiles, her eyes still closed as she leans into my kisses. “It’s just a scratch.”
“But no one gets to scratch my mate.”
Her smile grows wider, my words pleasing to her ears. “I don’t mind, because now I get kisses.”
She’s going to get much more than that. I tug at one shoulder of her loose uniform. “Let’s get you undressed, shall we? I want to touch you.”
Helen’s on her feet before I can finish the statement, shucking her clothing with intense speed. Her boots go first. Then, she tosses the bodysuit to the floor and steps out of her panties next, sending them flying as well. It all happens so fast that I can’t even laugh with pleasure at how speedy she is. She’s back in my arms and straddling my thigh in the next moment, and my arms go around her, my hands sliding to that perfect ass of hers as she winds her arms around my neck.
“I’m all yours,” Helen murmurs. “Touch away. I need more orgasms. I’ve been thinking about them all day.”
Kef me. I really am the most fortunate of males to have someone like her in my arms, begging to be touched. I groan, pressing my forehead to hers. She’s a gift, and one I intend to cherish every day for the rest of my keffing life. “My sweet, sweet Helen,” I say, kissing her again. “Lie down for me.”
CHAPTER 74
HELEN
I’m a little miffed when he asks me to lie down after I just climbed into his arms. Isn’t this the perfect position for him to kiss and finger me? “Shouldn’t I sit on your lap?”
Mathiras just grins as if I’ve said something silly and kisses my cheek. He moves down my neck, kissing there, and then his mouth trails lower. I decide perhaps this isn’t so bad after all.
“I plan on kissing you everywhere, my sweet mate,” he murmurs.
Oooh. “This seems like an excellent idea.”
He laughs, kissing one nipple. “I’m glad you approve.”
I do. I approve very much. He kisses my other nipple and I squirm, those delicious, slightly uncomfortable feelings surging through my body again. Now that I know where things are going, I don’t mind it, but they still make me feel restless, like I can’t sit still and let him kiss things without feeling the need to move.
“Look at these pretty tits,” he murmurs, cupping one and dragging his tongue over the tip. “Does it feel good when I touch you like this? I need you to tell me what you like, sweetheart. You’re wired differently than a lot of females and I want to make sure I’m pleasing you.”
“I am?” I fret, even as my fingers go to his hair to stroke it. “Is that bad?”
“Not at all.” His tongue swirls around the nipple, and watching him do that is fascinating and makes my breath catch in my throat. “You’ve got so many sensitive spots that I love discovering them. But I also need you to tell me when something is bad.” His teeth graze over my skin, scraping over my nipple, and I gasp at the sensations that rock through me. “There are lots of ways to pleasure each other, and all of them are valid. It’s just finding the ones you like.”
“I think I like everything you do,” I tell him, breathless. “Should I be doing something with my hands to help out?”
“Mmm.” Mathiras lifts his head, dragging his tongue slowly over my nipple and making it stand up even taller. I gasp, fascinated at the sight. “You can hold up your pretty breasts and feed them to me.”
Oh. I’m entranced by the idea. I do as he suggests, cupping one and squeezing it so the point pushes higher. Immediately, his mouth falls upon it again, sucking my nipple deep into his mouth and rubbing his tongue against it as he does. I whimper, doing the same for my other breast that is being pitifully ignored. “Here, too.”