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She looks at me uncertainly, so I grunt, “If you are in any doubt as to how you made me feel, take a look at my cock.”
She shifts to sit up and inspect my throbbing appendage which is oozing droplets of my nectar. She places a hand on me, though I am too large to fit in her grasp. She strokes her fingers up and down my length, spreading the sticky wetness. I groan in pleasure. “Melinda, my love. I am so close. A few more tugs and you will get me there.”
She leans forward and begins to stroke me in earnest, each touch of her hand sending shivers of bliss down my body. And then, she brings her mouth to me, lapping delicately at my tip and I know it will not be long before I erupt. With an effort, she fits the top of my cock into her mouth and begins to suck.
“Ah, Melinda!” I groan.
She sucks me further into her mouth, the sweet moist heat driving me wild.
“Melinda, I am coming!”
She does not take her mouth off me, but keeps on with her sensuous sucking. I grind my groin up into her, desperate for her touch. I can feel my climax building. I know it will be substantial, as it has been a good many rotations since I had my last fuck. With a loud grunt, I climax, pulsing wildly and showering her with my nectar. She takes it all, swallowing my essence and licking all my juices clean.
I am still breathless when she finally looks up, a smug smile on her face.
“You are magnificent, Melinda.”
“And you, Kirimor, are delicious.”
I smile, and hold out my arms to her. She comes to me willingly, allowing me to enfold her in my embrace. “I love you, Melinda.”
She kisses my lips softly. “I love you too, Kirimor.”
Chapter 30
Melinda
Eventually, we rouse ourselves enough to swim some more, then we go up to the cabin where Kirimor sets about preparing our evening meal. Neither of us has felt the urge to get dressed again, so we potter around in the kitchen area, totally naked. I get distracted every now and then, ogling his beautiful body. Every time he feels my eyes on me, his cock twitches delightfully in response.
“Melinda!” he rebukes mildly, but I know he’s secretly pleased.
“So, what are we having for dinner?”
He removes a packet of some kind of meat from a small fridge compartment built into the wall shelving. “These are some special cuts of bilos meat, produced here in the southern sector. Their bilos is different from up north, more tender and with a pleasing marbling of fat. I am going to cook them on an open fire outside on the porch.”
“Can I do anything to help?”
“There should be a table cloth and eating implements in that cabinet over there, as well as a small folding table we can put outside. Will you set it up while I cook the meat?”
“Gladly.”
While he starts the “open fire”, some kind of barbecue pit, I busy myself, taking the floor bench seat out onto the porch and setting a low folding table in front of it. I find the table cloths, some plates, and more of those two pronged forks and large tweezers that I’ve seen used before. A glance inside the fridge finds a jug of nari, which I place on the table outside together with some glasses.
Preparations complete, I go stand beside Kirimor, observing his expert handling of the meat. His tail snakes around me, the only sign that he’s noticed my presence. He cooks with single-minded focus, searing the meat on both sides, then placing it on a wooden board. He withdraws a sharp knife from a compartment beneath the board, and slices up the meat into thin, neat strips. There is a small bottle of some kind of sauce on the board, which he pours on the meat.
As he works, my eyes stray to his lower body. I can’t help myself. I’m acting like a peeping Tom, but in my defence, I have never before seen such incredible power and beauty in a man. His cock hangs thick and low, nearly reaching the middle of his thighs. It swings a little from side to side as he moves, and my eyes avidly follow each pendulous swing. Beneath that delicious cock are two swollen ball sacks, their thin skin the color of a gray sky at sunset, a hint of pink dappling the gray. Sensing my gaze, his cock thickens and twitches. Kirimor grunts, but doesn’t say anything. Suddenly, the lasso of his tail around me tightens, pulling me to his side. He bends towards my chest and bites my nipple, finishing off with a tug of his tongue, sucking the sting, then releasing it with a pop. He growls, “Let us eat, my lovely.”
He plates the meat and passes it to me. I take it to the table, and he follows bearing two containers, which he places beside the meat. We sit together on the bench, legs crossed, and inevitably his tail finds its way around me.
“You’re not going to tie my hands?” I ask with a smirk.
“You are going to be a good girl and let me feed you, Melinda. But of course, should you misbehave, the option is there to tie your hands.”
“Maybe I’ll need to misbehave then,” I say, reaching out to lift the lid off one of the containers. Immediately, he slaps my hand gently away. His glorious tail unwinds from around my waist and trails down my body, starting with a soft stroke of my face. I nuzzle into it, grabbing the soft, furry tip with my hand and kissing it.
I hear a rumble in his chest, almost like a purr. “You like that, don’t you?” I murmur. I enclose his tail in my hand and stroke my way down to the tip.
“Yes,” he grunts. “Now be good and bring your wrists together on your lap.”
