Free Alien Redemption [Clans of Kalquor 06] by Tracy St. John Page B

was turning her on after the incredible orgasm she’d already had. But that she was newly aroused could not be denied.
    Rachel wondered how far Conyod would take it. The thought that he might push her boundaries even further sent a jolt of anticipation coursing through her. She tensed a little, bringing her awareness of his fingers working her butt to the fore again. The tight ring of her sphincter sizzled with a little pain, and she made herself relax.
    The Kalquorian arrived at the underside of one breast. With her legs still draped over his shoulders, her knees were nearly up to her ears. She was rolled up nice and neat, barely able to wiggle. The sensation of being helpless got her insides churning more enthusiastically than ever.
    The angle meant Conyod was having a harder time fingering her backside, and she felt regret as he pulled free of her there.
    His tongue worked to make up for the loss. It scraped along the crease where it met her ribcage. He mouthed his way up to her nipple, which already stood at eager attention. His teeth dragged over the pebbled flesh, and Rachel’s body erupted in goosebumps.
    “Affirmative reactions to rougher handling,” he said, as if giving a clinical diagnosis.
    Conyod’s eyes were still very dark and his voice carried an undercurrent of rumbling, like it was made of far-off thunder. He kissed the stiffened peak of her breast like the gentlest of lovers.
    Rachel’s insides felt as if they were melting, and she released tension with a sigh.
    “Tender use is also met positively. One wonders how the subject will react to both at the same time.”
    Rachel wondered that too. She licked her lips and stared into her doctor’s eyes.
    Conyod’s fingers closed over her other nipple. He pinched the tip as he suckled sweetly on its twin. A twinge of discomfort darted from where his fingertips held her flesh like a padded vise while pleasure swelled from the gentle suction of his mouth.
    His head pulled back, stretching her breast with it until it emerged from his mouth with excruciating delight. He released his grip on her other nipple and eased the slight ache with a kiss.
    “More?” he asked.
    Rachel’s body baked in the heat of his gaze. Yes, she wanted more. She wanted him to push her as far as she could stand. She was also frightened of how much she wanted to be pushed.
    Conyod’s intent look softened a bit. “Ray-Ray, I want to give you what I think you need.
    What we both need. I might test your comfort levels, but only if you let me.”
    His hand left her breast to caress her cheek. She pressed into the warmth of his palm.
    I love Conyod. I trust him. So why am I hesitating? Because I’m scared. Scared of disappointing him, of hurting him. I’ve hurt so many already. Marcus’ handsome, smiling face arose in her mind’s eye.
    Heaven and earth, how she’d let him down. And now he was dead, and she’d never get to say she was sorry.
    Rachel shuddered. It would be so easy to withdraw, to huddle in a corner and refuse to come out, to never take a chance at love again. She’d hidden away from it all back on Earth after Armageddon, too scared to venture out until someone had come in after her. A kind, young Kalquorian had shown her there was still something good to be had. After that, she’d resolved to not let fear keep her from life.
    Fear would not rule her ever again. Not even the terror of what lay in her own heart.
    Rachel swallowed. She looked into Conyod’s ever-patient face, no annoyance at her delay showing anywhere on his expression. She slowly nodded and raised her arms to lie over her head in a submissive gesture.
    She said another phrase she’d worked on last night. “Yof dif.” I am yours.
    Conyod smiled. “Thank you, my Ray-Ray.”
    He bent back to her breasts. The hand that had pinched earlier now caressed, the calloused pads rubbing with delightful gentleness. It was his mouth that held Rachel’s attention, however.
    She tensed as his teeth closed over