“I’m sorry.”
“For what?”
“You felt too good. I tried to hold back, but I came.”
She lifted her foot off his chest and lowered it, hooking that leg around his hips. Her heel made contact with his bare ass cheek and she dug in, pulling him closer. She opened her arms to him. His apology made him even sweeter and more endearing. “It’s okay. Come here.”
He released her ankle and lowered over her. She wrapped her arms around his neck. “It’s okay. I came first.” The aftermath of them having sex wasn’t uncomfortable, as she’d feared. She mostly wanted to assure him it was fine. She understood being over-excited and not lasting long. She’d been guilty of that too when he’d gone down on her. “You said you’d hold me.”
He braced his elbows on the padding next to her ribs and lowered his chest until her breasts were smashed against him. His weight on her felt right. It put their faces inches apart. She liked having him against her, still inside her. They were linked. She hesitated but then reached up, brushing his hair with her fingers.
“How do you feel?”
He hesitated. “Disappointed.”
It was a verbal slap, and it hurt. “I knew you’d regret this.”
“No.” He scowled. “Not about what we did, but that I couldn’t hold back. I’ll do better next time.”
Next time. He wanted to see her again. Dana breathed easier, grateful he wasn’t sorry that he’d talked her into having sex with him. She didn’t regret it either, but admitted to herself that she was confused over how she felt about it.
“It’s been a long time since I’ve shared sex. I grew too excited. I’ll do better in a few minutes.”
“A few minutes?”
“I have to recover. My balls ache a little, but it will stop fast.”
She was confused. “You hurt yourself?”
“I came so hard it hurt. I think it’s from spasms. My balls feel twitchy and ache a bit, but it’s lessening.”
“Is that a Species thing?”
“Possibly. I’m not certain. I’ll have to ask other males. It doesn’t happen when I masturbate, but you excite me much more than when I’m tending to my own needs.”
His candor stunned her, but she appreciated it. “Do you do that often?”
“Yes. Don’t you?”
His openness about the subject of masturbation helped her to be honest too. “Sometimes. Not when I’m visiting Paul though. I didn’t bring my vibrator. I was too worried about my bags being checked at the airport.”
“I don’t understand.”
“You know.” She winced. “An employee there could search my bag and find it. It would be horrible to know someone might have seen it.”
“Why are you so shy about sex?”
“I don’t know. I just am.”
“I’ll teach you not to be. Am I better than your sex toy?”
She blushed, the memory of his mouth on her was something she’d never forget. “Yes.”
“How often do you use it?”
She hesitated, not sure how to answer that, or if she even should.
“I need to know so I can meet your needs. I enjoy masturbating at least three to four times a day. You must have been tense if you didn’t bring your vibrator to Homeland. I grow testy if I don’t find sexual release. Are you the same way? Do you do it every few hours or just in bed before sleep and when you wake?”
He wasn’t going to let it drop. “It helps me sleep.”
He smiled. “That wasn’t difficult, was it? I’ll make certain I lick you every night. You should allow me to do it in the morning too so you start your day off feeling relaxed.”
It was becoming a habit that his words surprised her. “Every night?”
“Every night. Every morning.” His cock hardened inside her. “I’m recovered.”
“I feel.”
He withdrew a little from her, and then drove back in. “This time I won’t come until you do. I’m more prepared for how extraordinary you feel.”
Dana moaned, clutching at his shoulders. Mourn had pegged it. Extraordinary was a great way to describe how it felt when he moved inside her. He lifted his chest off her by straightening up and she had to release him, but she locked her legs around his waist. He hooked one arm under her lower back, holding her in place while he fucked her.
She watched as Mourn lifted his free hand to his mouth and licked the tip of his thumb. He reached down between them and pressed it firmly against her clit. He wiggled it.
“Oh god.”
“You’re very religious.”
She let that go, making a mental note to explain it later. He yanked her ass closer with his arm hooked under her, holding her in place as he fucked her faster. She closed her eyes, bit her lip, and just enjoyed the feel of him inside her while he played with her clit at the same time until she cried out his name, the climax tearing through her.
Mourn didn’t let up on her clit, and she bucked, squeezing his waist with her thighs. He snarled, and she felt it when he came. His motions became almost violent and jerky, and then there was the warmth spreading inside her.
She wanted to ask him about his warm semen, once she caught her breath and could form sentences again. He pulled his thumb off her clit and came down on top of her, pinning her with his body. She wrapped her arms around his neck and he kept his word, not pulling out of her, but instead kept them linked.