He pulled, and my shirt ripped. It ripped from the back, and he threw it down. My breasts were now bared, and I was shocked when I saw just how hard my nipples had become.
He grinned at me, then his tongue was on my breasts. Sometimes the orgasm therapists touched my breasts, or encouraged me to do so when I wasn’t having an “easy” time of it, but it had never really done anything for me. I’d wondered if breasts were really a part of the female anatomy that had anything to do with sex, but the moment Thuliak’s warm, long tongue touched the supple flesh of my breasts, I knew I’d been wrong. I had a very strong feeling that Thuliak would teach me that I’d been wrong about a lot of things, and that he’d give me that self-satisfied, smug smirk every time he taught me something new.
Thuliak’s tongue ran in circles around the thick flesh of my breast. I was still pinned against the wall, but now I found myself arching my shoulders backward so that I could stick my chest out. It wasn’t like I decided to do it, but my body just knew. I’d recovered in seconds what Eden’s High Command had spent a lifetime trying to erase. I was tainted, and Goddess did it feel good.
I moaned. Again I didn’t decide to do it, my body just did it. I’d moaned occasionally when the monthly orgasm was hitting, but you weren’t encouraged to do that, and if you moaned too loud, they’d send someone to come ask you some very pointed questions about how attracted you were to women. In the airlock with Thuliak, his tongue grazing against my impossibly hard and pointy nipples, I could moan as loud as I wanted. The only thing that held me back was worrying that Thuliak would gloat about how good he was and how wrong he proved me if I gottoointo it.
He sucked my entire nipple between his lips. He sucked, and his wet lips formed an airtight seal around my overly sensitive nipple. My whole body shuddered, and my thighs pressed together. I flexed my butt and thrust my hips forware—more instinctual body movements. He ran his tongue across my nipple even as he kept sucking. I stopped moaning and started squealing. Tears formed in my eyes. Histeethbit down. Not hard enough to hurt, butGoddess, his teeth! Warm adrenaline pumped through me like liquid sunshine, and when it hit my head, my eyes rolled back into my head in an explosive headrush.
Someone was screaming. It was me. I was screaming. I’d gone from moaning, to squealing and crying, to screaming like a mad woman. I couldn’t stop, not when Thuliak bit down harder on my nipple, hard enough that I winced in glorious pain.
We’d learned on Eden that pain could be good, but it was always the pain of sacrifice, or the pain of choosing duty over pleasure that we celebrated, never the pain of…of an alien man’s perfectly white teeth nibbling on your nipple.
I grabbed hold of him as he bit so hard I thought I might be bleeding. My fingers dug into his back, the nails into his skin. He felt hard and big and solid, just like he looked, but his warmth surprised me. When I’d first seen Thuliak, I’d associated his hard exterior with coldness. I really had thought he’d be cold, and the warmth of his kiss had surprised me. I told myself that of course his tongue would be warm, or his cock—which I also touched—because they had a lot of blood flowing into them. I’d still expected his hard and muscular body to not be exactlycold, but Thuliak’s body was warmer than mine, and it felt so freaking good to press my bare skin up against his.
“You’re like a furnace,” I managed to pant between screams.
“The machines make me run hot,” he said, slurping on my nipple and running his tongue across it.
I wanted to ask him about that, but he moved his attention to the other nipple, and I started screaming again as he licked it ever so gently.
“You cannot come yet,” he growled at me.
I’d never heard that one before. The therapists always wanted us out of there as fast as they could get us to come, the idea of someone growling at me tonotcome was unique, and exhilarating, because it meant he was enjoying doing this to me and didn’t want it to end yet.
It was the wrong line of thought to follow, because the more I thought about the fact that we werebothturning each other on in some kind of orgasmic positive feedback loop sent me over the edge, and even as he pulled his lips away from my nipple with a wet pop, that sound was the last little push I needed to start cumming.
He looked at me wide-eyed, and when my moans changed to something I’d never heard come out of my own mouth, he realized I was going to cum even if he stopped entirely, and he threw himself back into my chest. He squeezed the nipple he’d nippled on with his fingers, while he sucked on the other with his mouth. He flicked his tongue back and forth across as he sucked.
My hands were moving all across his back, but I couldn’t reach below his waist, so I settled for running my soft palms against the rock-hard, rippling muscles all over his upper back and arms.
Eden had a lot of earthquakes, and they were measured by their magnitude. There were ten levels of earthquake, with ten being the strongest. Each level of earthquake wasten timesstronger than the previous level, so a magnitude-10 earthquake would be ten times bigger than a magnitude-9.
From the moment Thuliak bit my nipple, I realized that orgasms were probably best measured like earthquakes, because whatever sad excuse for an orgasm I’d been getting from the orgasm therapists had been a magnitude-2 at best. Just having Thuliak touch me with one finger was already a magnitude-3 or -4 feeling compared to what I’d felt before.
Now I was blasting off the old charts, getting ten times stronger than anything I’d ever experienced each second, and he wasonly touching my nipples.
I was screaming the whole time, but suddenly my voice went so high that my voice gave out entirely. I wasdangerouslywet between my legs. It felt soaking wet, almost like I’d peed myself, but I knew I hadn’t. Whatever was between my legs was something my body made just from Thuliak touching me somewhere else entirely.
My hips were shuddering and squirming the most as he growled and sucked on me. His hands squeezed me. They slid down my back and squeezed my ass.
Drool dripped down the corner of my mouth. My eyes rolled back into my head. I screamed again, though my voice was raw. The wetness between my legs got dripping wet. My pants were black, but I doubt they’d hide just how wet he’d made me.
I was coming hundreds of times harder than I ever had in my life, I felt on the verge of passing out several times, but just as I almost blacked out, my body jolted back awake to a rush of fresh adrenaline, and endorphins, and whatever other chemicals that High Command maybe never even told us existed. Sex chemicals. Chemicals to help breeding. To make babies.
“Please stop,” I whispered, voice weak and meek, “I can’t…I can’t…I can’t anymore…”
I’d come hard. Over and over. Too many times to count. My body couldn’t do it anymore. Well, itcouldbut it was taking everything out of me. My muscles felt like they would cramp up any moment now. I could barely breathe.
“Ibarelytouched you, little human,” he said, looking up at me from my breasts.
“You said you’d do it withonlyyour tongue.” I laughed.
He glared at me. “I could have let you cum without touching you further. It would have been cruel, and I save my cruelty for my enemies.”
“You could have…” I said, but stopped when I realized what I was about to say.
From Thuliak’s insufferable, shit-eating grin, I got the feeling he had figured out exactly what I was going to say. “I could have, Airlock, but you had already started to cum. Now you have something entirely new to look forward to next time. I didn’t want to waste it when you were coming from first base.”