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The pressure to finish makes it harder for me to come, but then I look down at Vera. She looks up at me with so much trust and longing in her eyes. Her teeth lightly scrap along my cock and then she’s sucking again and I’m pounding into her beautiful, round little mouth. Suns!
I bite my hand to keep from crying out as I explode. She gags a little at the outpouring, but she doesn’t stop. She swallows and keeps drawing me in and out as my cock spasms with each aftershock. When it finally recedes, I feel destroyed.
Vera rests her forehead against my abs, lips still wrapped around me. She sighs happily as I stroke her hair. I don’t want to move. I want to stay here with her cradled between my legs forever.
No, that’s not true. I want more. I want my head betweenherlegs.
My softening length grows hard again just thinking about it. But the waitress is walking this way with a coy smile.
“Vera,” I hiss, pulling her loose body carefully up so she doesn’t hit her head on the table. With as much as I just gave her, she’s generously intoxicated and offers me a dopy frown at being moved.
“I was comfortable there.”
“Me too.” I kiss her temple. “But the waitress is coming.”
She sobers a little and downs the rest of her drink in one gulp. “Let’s go.”
I run my hand across her arm. “And here I was, just starting to like this place.”
She gives me a mischievous grin. “I’m done sharing you. I don’t want an audience for whatever we do next.”
She’s still riding the high, and I’m not sure I can trust that she wants more of this. If she did, why now? Why not years ago when I first told her I wanted to kiss her? Why not when we roomed together in Uni or the thousands of other times we’ve hung out or cuddled or shared our hurts and our hearts with each other?
No matter what this is, I still want to find my True Mate. I’m more hopeful than ever that Vera might be her, but I’m still… doubtful. I know they say you can’t know until you have sex, but wouldn’t we have had some clue before now? Some hint that we’re meant for each other? Some pull that would lead us to want to have sex together sooner?
I feel that pull now as strong as gravity. I think she does, too. But it could just be the excitement of this unexpected shore leave. The fact that we’re sitting in a sex club on a pleasure planet. My seed making her reckless.
I sigh and run my fingers over my scalp. I shouldn’t do anything more with Vera, not right now. Not until I know what’s going on in her head. She said she didn’t regret this. She told me she wanted it. But after twenty-six years of her keeping things platonic, I’m not sure I believe she means it or that she’s in it for good.
But there’s one more thing I want to do while we’re still in this hazy dream. Well, there are a lot of things I want to do, not least of them sinking my cock balls-deep in her pussy and finding out if my hope is warranted. I won’t do that right now, though. Not while she’s buzzed on the city and my cum. But that doesn’t mean I’m done with her yet.
I have every intention of tasting her before the night is through.
After paying the waitress, I pull Vera to her feet and lead us out of whatever this place is, back into the main room of the casino. I’m not ready to return to the ship, but I want some place more private than where we’ve been fooling around so far.
Walking straight to the check-in desk, I ask for a room. Vera’s eyes widen, but her smile tells me she has no problem with this idea. I didn’t think she would.
It takes only a few minutes to find our way upstairs. The rooms were almost all full, so we end up in a penthouse. Vera protests the cost, but not aggressively. All it takes to silence her half-hearted protests is one whispered truth, “There’s nothing I’d rather spend money on than a quiet room where you can scream my name when you come against my tongue.”
The room we’re given is elaborate. But I barely look at it as I lead Vera into the bathroom, start the bath, and add a generous amount of bubbles. Tamzell didn’t have bathtubs until we started interacting with humans, only something like a shower. I’ve always loved a good bubble bath.
“What are you doing?” she asks.
“You need a few minutes to sober up, so I’m drawing you a bath.”
“I don’t want to sober up. I want more.” She tugs at my waistband and tries to drop to her knees, but I hold her upright. She’s going to make me lose my resolve if she keeps saying things like that while she looks at me with hunger and touches me like she can’t get enough.
“Take off your dress.”
Her pout is adorable and overdramatic. “I thought you liked this dress. You said it was irresistible.”
I step closer and slip one sleeve off her shoulder. “I like this dress because it shows so much of your delicious skin.” My knuckles graze down her back, and my hand slips inside the fabric to squeeze her backside. “I like it because it makes me curious what’s underneath.”
I remove the other sleeve, following it with my fingers as it glides down her arm. The top of the dress collects at her hips. It’s tight enough to not fall all the way to the floor, but it exposes her perfect chest. Her tight nipples stun me into silence, jutting out like little mountain peaks I want to scale with my tongue. Her breasts are plump and round. Just the right size for my hands.
Not resisting the temptation, I bend down and suck one of them into my mouth. She wraps her arms around my shoulders and whimpers. I lavish both breasts with attention until her legs shake.
I was going to wait until after her bath, so she’d be a bit more sober, but I can’t resist a little taste. Dropping to my knees, I tug her dress to the floor. She stands before me in all her beautiful, naked glory. I curse my appreciation.
