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The beginnings of the storm are picking up outside. The wind howls, and fat raindrops patter erratically upon the ship. “I hope they make it okay,” I say. “It’ll suck if it starts pouring while they’re out there.”
“You must rest,” Ryle says.
“I know,” I say, but I can’t relax. All of our troubles swirl around my head, refusing to settle. I squirm around in my position on Ryle’s lap, causing just the aroused reaction I’d expect from the big alien - and boy, is it big. Like, I should have figured his cock would be proportional to the rest of him. I saw it before he fashioned himself something to wear. But it’s been such an emotional whirlwind since then. I hadn’t really thought about how it would look fully hard. How it would feel.
Completely inappropriate, then or now. But that’s where my mind strays. It is right there, bulging beneath the hem of his makeshift kilt, too close for comfort.
I feel him shrug. “I am too big,” he says sadly.
I can’t help it - my curiosity gets the better of me. I run my hand up the bulge. Yes, definitely too big for the activities he has in mind. It doesn’t mean I can’t comfort my big alien in other ways, though. He is this large because of me. Because he was protecting me. Doesn’t he deserve a little... something, in return? A little affection? I give the bulge a squeeze and run my hand back down the thick length of it.
He inhales sharply. “You want to see?”
“Yes,” I say.
He undoes some hidden binding that allows his kilt to fall loose and open. His erection is so big now that it’s almost comical. I sit up straighter and grip it between two hands. He hisses.
“This is okay?” I ask.
“Yes, my mate. Touch me how you wish.”
How I wish. I wish to show him how much I appreciate him for saving my life. How grateful I am that he’s staying by my side. I can show those things with a kiss. So I kiss the huge mushroom tip of his cock.
He grunts and he shifts. I figured he’d like that. So I do it again, more slowly, letting my lips linger upon the spongy head. And I slide my hands back up his shaft. The mating nodes, as he’s called them, are more pronounced now. Like ball bearings. So very alien.
The memory of how they felt makes me hot all over. I adjust myself so I’m kneeling between his legs, and I squeeze my thighs tight. “Watch,” I tell him.
I lick him around the crown of the tip, tasting that earthy flavor of him, savoring it. He shudders and rests a huge hand on my head. Too huge, he realizes. He can’t exactly run his fingers gently through my hair like this. He can only kind of pat me like a dog. So he trails his hand lower, letting it warm my back.
“That feels very good. But too big,” he sighs regretfully.
“Almost,” I agree. “Only almost.” And I let the head slip between my lips. My jaw has to stretch wide to fit it in, but I am determined. I’m going to make him feel good. I’m going to make him come. He always insists that I need to rest and relax, but what about him? He suffers from this erection all the damn time, poor guy. I can do this for him tonight, before we’re on the move again, before we’re huddling in the caves.
His reaction is exactly what I was hoping for, and I’d smile if my mouth wasn’t so full. I hear a thud as his head falls back against the wall and he groans, loud.
“Maysee,” he says. I let my saliva dribble down his shaft, and I run my hands up and down his hardness. “I will be careful,” he pants, and he gasps, and breathes, “Keep doing.”
I do. Well, I try. He’s producing a lot of pre-cum. It drips from my lips, and my hands are quickly soaked with it. He’s so slick with it, so hot, my mind keeps straying back to “if only, if only.” I stroke his shaft with curious hands and imagine him pressing into me with this girth, this texture.
I jump a little when it pulses between my hands. And it keeps pulsing, a deep thrum like a heartbeat.
“The mating pulse,” Ryle says. His head is back, his eyes are closed. “You wake it up.”
I let him slide from my mouth and I ask, “What does it mean?”
“It means that my body, my… me, I belong to you, just as you are mine. The pulse draws me to you. It thrums with a heart. But that heart is yours. It syncs with yours, and it will never beat for another.”
Never for another. That’s a lovely thought. And frightening. And it makes me want him even more. In all ways.
I can’t fit him any further inside my mouth, so I work him with my hands, mostly. He moves with me as he gets closer, his hips bucking from the floor, his grunts echoing down the halls. His eyes are screwed shut, almost pained.
But when he comes, a wide grin forms on his lips. I sit back and keep pumping my hands, letting his seed spill all across the floor. It’s a lot. I’m glad I backed off, though I would have loved to swallow him whole, to let him feel the hot pleasure of my mouth through his orgasm. Maybe when he’s back to normal. If. No, when. When. This will all sort itself out.
“Maysee,” he says, running his thumb down my cheek. I love the way he says my name. With astonishment. With love, even if we haven’t exchanged or translated that word. Not yet. I sit back on my heels and I admire him right back. His huge muscled form. His deep, dark eyes. I’d thought they were unfathomable before. But now I just see how open they are. How open he is.
Maybe the universe or this planet did draw us together on purpose, for whatever reason. For destiny.
“What are you thinking?” he asks.
“It’s nothing,” I mumble, looking away. These things I feel for him, they’re too strong. Too strange. We have too much to do. We don’t have the luxury of exploring all of this right now. “Let’s wait for just an hour. Then we’re breaking in. Somehow.”
