I want to do more than just have him use my hand, though. I have a free one, so I reach down and caress his thigh and then move over to his balls. I don’t think his people call them that, but Alice always referred to them as balls or nads and talked about how much she wanted to kick them on every single alien we ran across. I don’t want to kick Mathiras’s, though, I want to make him feel good, so I stroke the tight little pouch and rub my fingers on his skin. He’s hot here, too, his skin velvety soft to the touch. “Can I do more?”
“You’re perfect,” Mathiras grits out, hammering into my grip. “So perfect.”
I smile up at him, caressing with one hand and letting him squeeze my other. I love this. This is what I want. I want to learn how to have sex with him and what he wants. I want to be the one he gets release from. I want to excite him and make him lose his mind. All of the males in the vids always seemed so in control while the female absolutely lost her senses and cried out and wept with how much she needed his cock. Mathiras doesn’t seem very in control right now, though, and this is far, far more exciting than the vids were.
He jerks in my grip, and his cockhead bobs close to my face, the piercing winking at me as the head drips pre-cum all over the floor and a bit on my arm, if I’m being honest. Mathiras notices that too, and hisses, which tells me he likes it. It makes me want to do more, so I lean in, following my instincts, and try to kiss the piercing.
Mathiras makes a choked sound, and then the tip of his cock spurts, splashing me on the face with a hot, salty blast. Startled, I squeal as it gets all over my skin, and Mathiras just keeps squeezing my hand like he can’t let go. He just came, and I didn’t expect him to come all over my face, or that it would feel so sticky and messy. I gasp, sputtering as another spurt covers my chest and shoulders, and then he releases my hand, gasping for air as if he’s dying.
“Oh kef. Oh Helen. Kef me. I’m so sorry.” He grabs my face and uses his fingers to try and swipe some of his semen off my cheeks.
“Did I distract you?” I ask him, fascinated. “I’m sorry. Was I not supposed to use my mouth?” They never did in the vids, but it just seemed so natural. Plus, both my hands were busy.
He groans. “No, your mouth is perfect. You’re perfect. Just…just wait there, all right?” He abandons me, racing into the lavatory and yanking out a towel, then dropping to his knees at my side. I remain perfectly still as he mops up my face and shoulders, grimacing at the mess. “I took things too far. I should have never touched you.”
“Why?” I shake my head at him, puzzled at why he’s angry at himself. “I thought that was fun. I learned a lot. That’s the point, right? For you to help me learn about sex the right way?”
Mathiras meets my gaze and then shakes his head. “That’s not the entire point, no. I want to touch you because I like touching you, Helen. But more than that, it’s not just about sex for me. I like you as a person. And part of me wants to protect you from the universe, but I’m doing a piss-poor job of even protecting you from me.”
And he mops at my face with the towel again.
“I don’t want to be protected from you. I want you to guide me.” I smile at him. “And I really enjoyed that. It showed me what you like.”
“It showed you I have a hair-trigger,” he mutters. Mathiras tosses aside the towel and gazes at my freshly scrubbed face, then leans in and kisses me. “Have I told you that you’re perfect?”
“I know.” I hide my irritation. I’m supposed to be perfect. I like other compliments instead. “Tell me something else instead.”
It dawns on him. “Right.” He grins at me. “You’re also devious, and you surprise me with your clever mind.” He kisses me again, and his mouth is warm and just slightly salty on mine. “I’m still sorry about that, though. I went further than I wanted to.”
I like his kisses and his soft words on my mouth. I wish he’d stop apologizing, though. I enjoyed that. I get to my feet and pull off my night tunic, since it’s still wet with his leavings. “You’ll just have to make it up to me, then.”
Mathiras’s gaze locks on my bare torso. “Helen.”