She’d given him permission to ignore all he’d learned about human sex. He had planned to kiss her mouth but those weren’t the lips he wanted to taste the most. He decided that would come later. He leaned forward, careful of the injury to her lower stomach when he pushed against her rib cage instead. The gentle nudge was enough to send her off balance when her thighs came into contact with the edge of the mattress. She lay back. The soft bed cushioned her.

True wrapped his fingers around her knees, spreading them apart at the same time that he lifted her legs high enough to be in the position he wanted. The shirt had ridden up to her belly, baring her completely from the waist down, giving him a clear view of her sex, which he had been fantasizing about.

The small, closely cropped strip of hair running along the top of her mons and down the sides of her labia, forming a pattern, was intriguing. She’d removed most of the other hair, not that he cared to ask how it had been done at the moment. He’d read that some humans used razors, while some had their bodies waxed to remove unwanted body hair.

He pushed her thighs wider apart despite seeing her tense but she didn’t struggle or protest. He glanced up to find her staring at him with wide eyes, her lips parted. He grinned, knowing he’d surprised her. He returned his focus to her pu**y.

She looked little in that area. Part of him had hoped she’d be bigger somehow but the slit of her sex didn’t seem as though it would accommodate the thickness of his dick. He studied her anatomy, knowing females were designed to stretch around males but it seemed doubtful she could.

“True?”

She sounded a little frightened. He could relate since he had broken out in a cold sweat of anxiety from the fear he’d either hurt her or he just wouldn’t fit inside when it came time to mount Jeanie. He bent forward to distract her. She was a little wet, the proof of her arousal not only teasing his nose but taunting his dick as well.

Humans like words. He bit back a snarl, frustrated he’d almost forgotten that part. He salivated to get his mouth buried between her thighs to coat his tongue with the taste of Jeanie but her emotional needs had to be met. He forced his gaze up to find hers.

“You’re so beautiful to me. So delicate and such a sexy pink,” he rasped, surprised at how much he meant the words once they were said. “Your scent makes me so hard.”

He inwardly winced at his crude tone but it couldn’t be helped. It was a miracle he could even think at all or keep a shred of humanity when his instincts urged him to lick her until she cried out his name after he forced her to come as fast as possible. The result would leave her pu**y soaked and prepared for him to flip her over, bent across the mattress, and mount her. Just imagining what it would feel like to rub the crown of his dick against her hot, wet pu**y was enough to make him want to tear open the front of his pants instead of bothering to unfasten the snaps.

“Are you okay?” Her voice trembled and he saw uncertainty flash in her eyes.

He didn’t want to alarm her by sharing how close he felt to losing his mind. He’d never wanted a female that much in his life. He might have when he’d been given breeding drugs but that wasn’t the cause of what was happening to him now. Jeanie seemed to naturally affect him in a similar manner.

“I want you so much it hurts,” he confessed as he fought to speak in a calmer voice. “Just relax and I’ll make you feel good.”

“I trust you.”

Those three words, said with pure conviction, humbled him. Her beautiful eyes stared back at him with sincerity. He took a moment, found the inner strength to battle his urges, and focused on her pu**y again. She was so attractive he couldn’t look at her enough. He slowly bent over her, using his hold on her legs to push her away from the edge toward the center of the mattress. Her body easily slid across his sheets until his h*ps pressed against the side of the bed.

He opened his mouth and licked his lips. His tongue swiped across her cl*t and her sweet, addictive taste weakened all his resolve. He sealed his lips around the bundle of nerves, pressed his face against her tightly, and sucked.

Jeanie’s moan and the way her h*ps bucked assured him he’d found the right spot. He flattened his tongue right where it needed to be, applied pressure and released her knees. He wrapped his fingers around her inner thighs, held her in place so she couldn’t wiggle enough to break the connection. She was his to pleasure and he’d make sure she wanted him as much as he did her.

Chapter Eight

Jeanie clawed at the sheets, her head thrashing as she squeezed her eyes closed. True had pinned her thighs flat to the bed with them spread wide apart as his mouth played pure hell with her clit. It felt so good it nearly hurt.

He sucked, tugging at the fleshy bud with strong pulls of his mouth. Every time she was close to coming, he’d ease off, driving her insane. The tip of his tongue flicked her cl*t in an upward motion, reminding her of how she liked to eat ice cream. He changed to a new pattern, wiggling it from side to side.

He was either doing it to torment her with pleasure or figuring out what she enjoyed best by trying everything he could think of to see how she’d react. She moaned, bucked her hips, but couldn’t move much. He’d made sure of that. His hands were tender but firm, not letting go. Something about being so completely at his mercy just made the high all the more potent.

She panted, feeling the sweat slicking her skin, and arched her back. It became too intense but she couldn’t close her legs. He was too strong. She’d had two sex partners in her life but they hadn’t made her feel anything close to the all-consuming ache to find release that True inspired.