by Lisa Lace
His work was important, she was just going to miss him.
Sabin looked at her face and smiled, putting down his folding and pulling her close. She rose onto her knees on the bed, and still her head barely came up to his chin when he was standing up.
“I will be back before you know it,” he said, tapping her nose.
Heather made a face at him. “And what if you’re not. What if some floozy catches your eye and you want to stay with her?” She was only half kidding. Most of the time it didn’t bother her, but she was aware that she had basically been the first and only human woman Sabin knew and sometimes she wondered if that had been a part of the attraction.
“Heather,” Sabin said, cupping her face in both hands. “You’re the only floozy for me.”
She snorted dryly. “Do you even know what a floozy is?”
“I don’t have a clue,” he admitted and then dipped his head to kiss her.
She couldn’t even be mad when his lips were on hers like that, and she made a pleased noise into his mouth and wrapped her arms around his neck. “I thought. You needed. To pack,” Heather said between kisses, breathing already coming quicker as she pressed into each one.
“I do,” Sabin replied, and then his tongue was in her mouth, and there was no more talking.
The pile of clothes was forgotten as Sabin sank down onto the bed, dragging Heather on top of him. His hands still cupped her face, and she moaned as he bit down lightly on her lower lip, tugging it into his mouth and sucking on it.
One hand slipped down to stroke the curve of her back and over her bottom, fingers gripping it through the leggings she was wearing.
“So beautiful,” he murmured against her lips, and she felt her cheeks get warm. He said stuff like that to her all the time, but never stopped making her feel warm inside.
Just like it never stopped making Sabin hard when he took stock of the size difference between them. He could almost palm her entire butt with one hand, and she fit on top of him perfectly, legs spread to either side of his body. When he pushed his hips up, she pressed down against him, and they moved like that for a few minutes, building that heat between them.
He had to leave in the morning, and Sabin knew exactly what he wanted to spend his last few hours here doing.
But Heather had plans of her own, clearly, because she broke away from the kiss to make her way down Sabin’s body, pushing up his shirt as she went to press kisses to his chest and stomach.
Sabin came from a world where most people looked and were built the same as him, so he’d never been especially proud of his size, but having Heather react the way she did to it made it a whole different story.
She kissed her way down until she got to his waistband and then slipped her fingers under it. “Can I?” she asked, and Sabin arched an eyebrow.
“Of course.
Her soft smile turned to a wicked smirk, and she pulled his pants down, shaking her head at the fact that Sabin had never gotten used to wearing underwear and usually just chose not to.
Not that she was complaining, of course.
It gave her unlimited access to his cock, after all, and she wrapped her hand around it, smiling as it filled and grew in her hand.
This was how she liked to start now. With him only half hard or so, still soft enough that she could get her mouth around him and take more than just the head in.
He always groaned at the way it felt and arched a bit, that glorious body contorting with pleasure just for her and the things she could do for him.
It was good for her ego and libido both.
She stroked him slowly as she sucked, not complaining when he thrust up, burying more of his length in her mouth. Heather liked the slight roughness of it. The way she had to struggle to catch her breath and keep from choking on it. It helped to keep her in the moment, and when she rolled her eyes up to look at Sabin’s face, he had that blissed out look that she always enjoyed seeing.
His hands slipped into her hair, and she let him move her a bit, using her mouth for his pleasure. When her jaw started to ache, she pulled back, licking her lips.
Sabin always loved seeing her like this. Mouth red from what she’d been doing, eyes dark with her desire for him, hair messy. He couldn’t resist dragging her back up for another kiss.
“I’m trying to do something here,” she complained, even though she had no real problem with it because he was delicious to kiss, his mouth yielding to hers, all teeth and lips and tongue.
“I know,” he replied. “But you’re too edible right now.”
Well. She wasn’t going to say anything else if that was how he felt.
His mouth moved from hers down to her neck, and he pressed hot, open mouthed kisses down the side of her neck, pushing her collar out of the way so he could mouth at her shoulder.
He made a frustrated noise when he couldn’t get it out of the way as much as he wanted, and before Heather could tell him not to, he was ripping the shirt right down the middle.
She made an exasperated sound. “Really?”
“It was in my way,” Sabin replied, but it was clear he wasn’t sorry at all.
“I hate you,” she said.
“No, you don’t.” And then he was pushing her down onto her back and moving so he could loom over her. His eyes were just the right shade of predatory to make her shiver, and he copied her actions from before, kissing and nipping his way down her chest to her stomach, spreading the two halves of her torn shirt out of his way as he went.
His mouth was hot and wonderful and his teeth provided just the right edge of pain and pleasure that had her wet and moaning for him in no time.
“Sabin,” she groaned, biting her lip and thrusting up, looking for something to rub against. Her clit was practically throbbing between her legs with how much she wanted to be touched, and Sabin chuckled, a husky sound that only made the problem worse.
“Tell me what you want,” he teased her, one of his hands hovering right above the place she wanted it.
“You know what I want,” she complained, whining softly and lifting her hips.
But he just pulled his hand back and smirked. “I want to hear you say it.”
Of course he did. She whined again, licking her lips. “Touch me. Please, touch me.” Her face flooded with color at how wanton she sounded when she said it, but Sabin grinned, clearly in approval.
“Very good,” he teased, and then he was ripping her leggings open.
Heather didn’t even bother to make an indignant noise. It was clear that Sabin had his own agenda here, and it was largely centered around making sure her clothes were out of his way. She had one million pair of leggings anyway, and there was something so hot about him just ripping her clothes because he wanted her that badly.
She was wearing panties underneath them, and he stroked her through them for a moment, fingers pressing against her clit and dragging the rough material of the cotton against it.
Heather whimpered softly, soaking through her panties easily. Sabin grinned and pulled them to the side so he could drag his fingers through the wetness there and then he pulled them free and stuck them in his mouth.
Heather’s brain was threatening to short circuit, honestly. He made it seem so casual, and it was so hot, and she needed him right then and there.
Apparently Sabin felt the same. His cock was fully hard and jutting out away from his body, a bead of fluid welling at the tip that made Heather’s mouth water to see. But she was more interested in having that cock somewhere else inside of her than getting it back in her mouth.
With a little mischief in her eyes, she moved out from under Sabin and got on her hands and knees on the bed, arranging herself so that her back was bowed inward and then she was down on her forearms, chest to the bed, pushing her bottom out more. Her leggings were ripped enough that Sabin could still see how wet she was, her panties pushed to the side just enough to frame her arousal.
She couldn’t see the image it made, but she could imag
ine it, and from the noise Sabin made when he saw it, she was guessing it was a pretty picture.
“You are such a temptress,” he growled, voice low and heavy with need.
“Am I? Tempting enough that you’ll miss me when you’re gone?”
He laughed. “More, even. Of course I’ll miss you. And this.” He smacked her bottom with the flat of his palm and Heather jumped and then moaned more. She could feel how wet she was, and when Sabin pushed two fingers into her to judge how ready she was, she didn’t hold herself back from pushing back onto them, legs spreading wider.
“Yes,” Sabin groaned, pushing his fingers in deeper. “Good. So good. You’re so good.”
It didn’t take long for him to decide that she was definitely ready for him, and he replaced his fingers with his erection, rubbing against Heather’s entrance for a bit to spread the wetness before he pushed into her, each thick, hard inch slipping into her body like it belonged there.
And she could feel it, too. The slow, agonizing slide as he pushed in and then the quick, nerve tingling drag as he pulled out.
His pace was slow at first, making sure that she felt every bit of it, his hands on her hips.
But that couldn’t last for long. Not when she was tight and wet and making those beautiful whimpering sounds that were half muffled by her face in the covers. It made Sabin need to bury himself deeper in her and so he did, curving his upper body over her back and driving deeper into her body with each thrust.
Their skin slapped together again and again, the sound almost drowning out the noise of their harsh breathing in the bedroom.
The bed rocked, headboard hitting the wall it rested against with the rhythm of their movements.
“Sabin,” Heather gasped, making a broken sound as heat flared and settled in a wave that kept her poised on the edge of her pleasure. He had stamina to spare, and so she knew this orgasm wasn’t going to be the only one and let it come, crying out and fisting her hands in the sheets as the pleasure rocked through her.
She went tighter around Sabin’s cock, which made him hiss with pleasure, though he didn’t slow down at all, pounding into her body through her orgasm and getting her prepared for another one.
“Do you like this?” he asked, and it was cute because Heather knew he didn’t mean it in that clichéd dirty talk kind of way. He was actually trying to make sure she liked it.
All she could do at that point was nod, mouth open and eyes unfocused because god each thrust was like a little explosion of pleasure going off in her body, and her toes were curling and she couldn’t stop pushing back, meeting him thrust for thrust.
She didn’t care what she looked like in that moment. All she knew was that another orgasm was building, this one bigger than the one that came before it, and she needed it.
Sabin seemed to be close, too because he kept moving, thrusts getting erratic in their pace as he chased his own release.
It didn’t take much longer.
Heather cried out when the pleasure got to be too much, eyes nearly rolled back into her head as she shook and came hard. Her head was fuzzy with it, mouth open, body tight as a bowstring. And then all at once, she went limp, gasping for air as she collapsed where she was.
Sabin’s fingers were tight on her hips and he pushed into her three, four more times before he was losing it himself, groaning her name and falling apart.
He swore in his first language, something that always made Heather smile and then he was pulling out of her, leaving her sore and exhausted.
He made sure they both got cleaned up, and she sprawled across the bed, his clothes that he was supposed to be packing under her chest.
“I think you’ll feel that the whole time I’m gone,” Sabin teased, dragging his hand down her back.
Heather snorted, eyes half closed. “You think a lot of yourself, don’t you?”
“Shouldn’t I?”
She couldn’t deny that one. “Yeah, I guess you should. You should finish packing.”
“Mm, later. This now.” He pulled her closer and kissed the top of her head.
“Sabin?”
“Hm?”
“You promise you’ll come back, right?”
He chuckled softly. “Promise.”
And she smiled, thinking that yeah, sometimes wishes did come true.
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