I admire his cock. I’ve felt it plenty of times inside me, but sometimes it’s nice to just be able to relax and enjoy the scenery. And this scenery? It’s particularly impressive. He’s just long enough to make me pause, and he’s thick in girth, with a pair of heavy balls that somehow seem completely appropriate for someone with his arrogance. Equally appealing are the ridges that flare along his shaft, ridges that are very noticeable when he’s driving in and out of me. I trace a finger along the most prominent one, close to the head of his cock, and then rub the underside.
I’rec’s face contorts, his cock jumping. “I thought you were going to use your mouth.”
Someone’s impatient. “I’m playing,” I tell him. “Let me explore already.” I run that tickling finger down his shaft, towards those heavy balls, and then trace them with a touch. Both his sac and each of the ridges are a darker blue than his chest and arms, as if all the blood has rushed there. “Your skin is a much darker shade here.”
Immediately, his color drifts and changes, slipping away from the pretty blue to my warm golden shade. “Better?”
I always forget that he can camouflage himself, and seeing it is both fascinating and unnerving. I shake my head, gripping his shaft in my hand. “I liked you as you were. I wasn’t pointing it out because it was a bad thing. Just commenting. Now you’re the same shade as me and when I touch you, it looks like I’m jerking my own cock.”
Maybe he doesn’t catch the teasing in my voice, because I’rec’s expression remains serious. “But it is yours, F’lor. All of me is yours.”
Susmaryosep.That’s fucking hot. Biting back a hungry whimper, I settle on my belly between his thighs and move my face towards his cock, giving him a slow, exceedingly wet lick. He groans, straining up against my lips, as if reluctant to let me pull away from him. I lick him again, this time focusing my mouth on the head of his cock, and I suck on the tip, swirling circles with my tongue.
He hisses, his gaze locked on my face, watching me with intense fascination. I deliberately get showy, flicking my tongue over him with great enthusiasm and meeting his gaze as I give him each deliberate, slow lick. No man has ever looked at me the way I’rec is looking at me—like I’m the most powerful, sexy thing he’s ever seen and the fact that I’m touching him is blowing his mind.
I lick him again, then take him into my mouth and suck on the head for a while. He’s too big for me to deep-throat comfortably, so I rub the base and toy with his spur as I work the rest of him with my tongue. I lift off of him with a wet sound and then give him another small, playful lick. “How does this feel, I’rec?”
His cock twitches in my grasp again, and I press kisses to the head as he gazes at me. “I do not know which is better,” he says in a hoarse voice, “the feel of your lips or the sight of you taking me into your mouth.”
I grin and then take him into my mouth again. He groans and jerks his hips, trying to go deeper, his hands locked on the wood floor of the hut. His entire body is curiously stiff, as if he’s afraid to get comfortable and make me stop for even a moment. I’rec hisses again and then touches my shoulder, even as a burst of his taste floods into my mouth. “Wait,” he says, panting. “Wait—”
Lifting my head, I bite back a tiny smile as he collapses on the floor of the hut, his hands pressed to his face, his cock (and tail) twitching uncontrollably. “Should I…”
“Need a moment,” he interrupts, shuddering. “Or I will come on your tongue.”
“Is that all? That’s not such a bad thing. I don’t mind the taste.” I’m drunk on power, giddy with just how turned on he is. I know if I touch him, even just a quick brush of my fingers on his thigh, he’s going to erupt like Mount Pinatubo. I like the power play of a blow job, but something about touching I’rec like this is so damn satisfying. I kinda want to make him come, just to see him erupt and know I’ve driven him past his boundaries. “You sure I can’t finish you off…?”
He sits upright with a jerk, his tail skidding across the floor. His wild eyes focus on me. “I want to be inside you. Resonance needs that. Needs us…you…” He licks his lips, watching me with utter fascination. Then he groans again, his gaze on my mouth.
I shiver at how distracted he is, utterly pleased. I love how I’ve made him dissemble. Getting to my feet, I slip out of my skirt and sad leather panties, then pull my top off. Once I’m naked, I grip my tits, squeezing them in front of his rapt gaze. I don’t know if that touch is for him, or for me, because I’m aching and slick after teasing him. “You want me on top?”
He nods quickly, flinging himself to his back again, right on the floor. It’s rather sweet, and I love that he reaches a hand out for me. My alien Prince Charming, with a huge erection and a lovelorn parasite.
Oh, and a long-distance girlfriend. Can’t forget about that.
Thinking of Tia ruins my mood. I only have I’rec for as long as we’re resonating, and I’m torn between being angry at him for the situation and being upset that I’m going to lose him. “Actually, you know what? I’m kind of tired.” I give my boobs that I’m clutching a nice little pat and then deliberately move around the prone I’rec to the bedding. “If we’re leaving in the morning, I think I’ll just call it an early night—”
I yelp as he grabs me by the hips and hauls me down against him. I lose my balance, sprawling over him on the floor. My butt is on his chest, and I squirm to get off of him. As I do, he grabs me by the hips and hauls me back against him again, and this time I practically sit on his face.
And I yelp again. “I’rec! Stop it!”
“Why do you want to stop now? Is not the point of resonance for us to mate until we create a kit? I still need to come inside you.” He rubs the rounded curves of my butt. “Not that I mind this. It is an excellent view, my mate.”
“I’m not your mate, remember?” I’m also trying to figure out what to do with my legs since he’s reluctant to let me go. I press my palms on his chest as I bend my knees and try to straddle his shoulders. “Let me go.”
“Right now? I have a better idea.” I can’t tell what that husky sound in his voice means until he pulls me down and then his mouth is on my cunt, and I’m sitting on his face again. His tongue strokes through my folds and into my core, and Iwrithewith the sensation.
Oh mygod.
He groans, his hips jerking, and his khui purrs even harder. “You taste…sogood.”
“Fuck,” I breathe, bracing my hands against his stomach. “I’rec…”
“Tell me I can lick you again,” he demands. “Let me lick you like you licked me.”
“I-I…” I want it, more than anything. God, who wouldn’t want a man to ravenously eat her out? But I’m also aware that it’s not me he truly wants. That it’s Tia. If I get addicted to our bed play, it’s going to hurt even more when he throws me over.
“F’lordeliza,” he murmurs. “My beautiful mate.”