This family business is appealing, though.
“What were you doing when I peeked in here?” Maysee asks. She quirks an eyebrow, and that derails all of my thoughts.
“Stroking my cock. Thinking about my female.”
She sighs. There’s sadness there. I cup her chin, stroke her cheek with my thumb. “I wish we had more time,” she says.
“The storm. It will happen.” She nods. “We must tell your leader.”
“She finally fell asleep,” Maysee says. “She’s been working so hard. It would be cruel to wake her. I’ll tell her a little later.”
“Ah, so, we have time!” I tug at her jumpsuit’s zipper.
She giggles as she tries to slap my hands away. “I have to study more of the photos!” she says. “There might be more information!”
“You study. I touch.” I stroke my cock below my kilt and I groan. Her eyes go wide. I slide my other hand inside of her suit and brush my fingers over the softness of her chest, down lower along her sternum, and cup one of her breasts. My cock pulses, so desperate for her.
She bites her lip. “You can’t be serious.”
“Serious. Where is your device?”
She fumbles at her back pocket. I stroke my thumb over her nipple, and her eyelids flutter. I feel it harden beneath my touch. It’s a struggle not to tear the suit from her body and mount her right here, right now. But no. I must be gentle with my human. Patient. I’ve gained her trust, yes, but I want more.
What “more” looks like, exactly, I’m not entirely sure.
She shows me her tablet. “Study,” I tell her as I circle her nipple with a light touch. I’m not so gentle with my cock. I grip it hard and stroke slowly.
“I can’t think while you’re doing that,” she says. She peers over my shoulder.
“We are alone,” I assure her. “I will shield you.” I tug the zipper the rest of the way down and reach between her legs. The thin garment covering her sweet cunt is hot and damp, and when I brush her with my knuckles, her whole body jerks.
“Let me,” I say. “I will make you come.”
“I love how that word made it into your dictionary,” she says. Her hand trails up my arm, behind my neck, and she pulls me in for a soft kiss. “Okay,” she whispers. “Let me touch you, too.”
When her delicate fingers wrap around my cock, I nearly come myself. Her touch is soft as her fingers explore my entire length, running over each mating node and finally circling my tip, which is so damp with fluids it’s practically dripping. She uses it to slick her hand and stroke me.
I shudder all over. My mate, my beautiful little alien - I can hardly believe how good this feels. I shift my hips, pumping into her grip.
I need her to feel this, too. I slide one of my fingers beneath the fabric barrier hiding her cunt away and find her flesh there swollen and wet. Her hip shift, too, silently begging me for more.
“I will mate you, Maysee. Soon. I will make you feel so good.”
“Yes,” she hisses, “I want that.”
She does? Tsek. She wants me, wants to fully be my mate. The image of sinking my cock inside her does me in - I spill my seed all over her hand as a violently pleasurable shudder wracks my body.
I growl down at her. That will be inside of her soon, or I may lose my whole mind. “Now?” I ask. I’m hard still, and I’m beginning to suspect that I will remain hard until I can finally spill inside of my mate.
She grips my wrist and whines. Oh, yes, I’ve only been teasing her this whole time. I thrust one finger deep inside of her wet heat, and her walls grip me tight. How amazing will this feel when it’s my cock? It defies imagination. I grind the heel of my hand against that little button of pleasure that I discovered in the sea. She slaps her now-soiled hand over her mouth to keep from making too much noise. And oh, the sight of that, it’s enough to make my cock jump once more with need. I grit my teeth.
“I will make you come. Then I will make you mine. Rey lurou.”
I kiss her. I thrust my tongue between her lips, thrust my finger, and in mere moments, she’s coming. She clenches around me, everywhere, arms, lips, cunt, and I hold her tight through it as she gasps and moans and shakes.
“Now,” I tell her. I’m stroking my hardness, pulling her flight suit wider. Damn all these clothes! She presses a hand to my cheek. “We’re alone?”
“Yes.” We are. At least, the other huts are empty. I tug one of her arms free. She struggles with the other, getting caught in the material. My head bumps against the branches just above us both. “Tsek,” I curse, and I try to shift back, but she loses her balance and jostles another branch. A small one comes loose and clatters to the ground.