His breath sawing in and out of him, his cock leaping beneath me, he raised his hands with a holy reverence that should have been reserved for the likes of priests or monks or Lavrikala. He didn’t touch my breasts, not at first. He started at my collarbones, tenderly tracing the shape of me there.
The careful, nearly demanding sort of thoroughness of his touch shouldn’t have surprised me. I’d never accuse Thaleo of being the sort of male to leave any stone unturned. Except right now, the stones were my body. He explored every aching centimetre with the fevered ferocity of someone who thought he’d never get this chance again, and had to commit every sensation to memory. His fingers touched the hollows below my ears, skimmed down the racing line of my carotid, his thumbs coming together to meet in the throbbing divot of my suprasternal notch. His knuckles were a rough symphony on my skin as he let them drag around the outside curves of my breasts, down to my ribs, as if he wanted – needed – to count each bone.
Only then, when my nipples were puckered with need, did he finally give me what I wanted. He prodded each aching peak with his thumbs, circling slowly, then clasping my breasts in his hands with a ragged breath. I leaned into the calloused ecstasy of his touch.
“Can I…touch you too?” I panted. I dug my fingernails into his chest where I held him, restraining myself from reaching lower like I wanted.
Hazy sight stars flicked to my face. I could see the hesitation in him. This wasn’t supposed to be happening.
But he was too far gone. We both were.
“Curse me and all the peaks of the Deep Sky,” he swore. “Yes.”
I fumbled with the ties of his loincloth, until he gave a harsh growl of frustration and unfastened it himself, letting the hide spill out to the sides. His alien organ jutted between us, engorged and dark andhuge, with two flexible points of flesh standing up on either side. Cock spears, I’d heard them called by my mated friends.
I touched those first – they were smaller. Less intimidating. They were firm but springy, like cartilage, and his hips hitched as I stroked them. Pearlescent moisture beaded at the slit of his cock’s tip, and unable to hold back any longer, I let my fingertips whisper over that place, smearing hot fluid.
Holy fuck. His skin was so smooth. Silken and scorching. I closed my fist around his tip – the only place narrow enough for me to actually reach my fingers all the way around – and began to stroke him and up and down. His hips strained, bucking up into my touch with barely-controlled movements.
“Do you know,” he suddenly asked on a growl so low it nearly sounded miserable, “what will happen if you…keep…going?”
I was touched by his concern. That he thought I might be frightened or surprised by his ejaculation. That he was trying to warn me. Stop me if that was what I wanted.
Which it wasn’t.
“Yes,” I whispered. “I know what will happen.”
I wanted it to happen. I wanted him to relax. To let go. Earlier, he’d told me not to worry. But I was the one who wanted that for him. At least for this moment.
Inspired, I shimmied backwards on my knees until I was bent over him. I took his hot tip into my mouth, suckling gently and then moaning as his taste hit me. I squeezed my thighs together, arousal making a whirlpool of my insides. I took him as deep into my mouth as possible, laving him, revelling in the harsh staccato of his breathing as he fought every instinct not to fuck upwards into my mouth. He was practically lurching beneath me, like a ship on a stormy sea, trying to remain mostly still until a terrible tremor wracked him and he couldn’t anymore.
I didn’t stop, even when he warned me again, his words chopped short by urgency. I didn’t stop when his entire frame went eerily still, his breath ceasing. I didn’t stop when he exploded in my mouth.
I kept sucking, kept stroking. I took everything he had to give.
Well, almost everything. Turned out that an alien male of his size produced alien loads of similar proportion. After a few glorious spurts, I had to wrench my mouth away. More seed jetted onto my lips, my chin, dribbling down my neck.
Groaning, he lifted a hand, dragging his thumb through the fluid he’d marked me with. He smeared it along my lower lip, and when my mouth opened, my tongue touching him, he briefly shut his eyes, his face seized by a contraction of raw longing. At least, I hoped it was longing. Because it also looked like it could be pain. And I really hoped I hadn’t hurt him by licking come off the tip of his thumb.
“Need…To see you too,” he said, dragging his eyes open with what appeared to be a monumental effort. “Touch you.”
My core clenched in anticipation even while I paused, unsure. Somehow that felt far more intimate than merely sucking him off. Made me more vulnerable.
But when I really drilled down to what I wanted in that moment…
I wanted him to touch me more.
My head moved jerkily up and down as I got shakily to my feet. I kicked off my boots, then shucked off my socks, trousers, and undies. The air was very cool on my face and neck, and I remembered that I still had his fluid coating me there. Coming swiftly back down to my knees, I used my tank top to wipe my face in a fashion that I hoped was discreet but probably wasn’t. His gaze never left me.
Once I dropped my now soiled tank top on the stone, I didn’t quite know what to do with myself. My knees were beginning to hurt. So I sat down between his legs, my knees drawn up to my chest. Gahn Thaleo grasped my ankles then, sliding his grip slowly up my calves, ascending to the top of the mountain my bent legs created. When his huge palms covered my knees, he slid his thumbs between them and exerted pressure. Not too much. Not enough to make me actually move.
But enough to show me what he wanted.
My legs –spread.
I cracked my legs apart, then with the force of a flood moving through me, let them fall completely open. His sight stars locked onto my pussy, tightening to furious points of focus. Then, they trembled and exploded outward, spreading across his gaze in a needy haze.
“Nazreen.” He said it so fervently. As potent as a prayer.
