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And she does. She tells me to speed up, to keep my movements steady, where I should rub my tongue against her clit (the underside) and when to add a finger into the tight well of warmth that is her channel. The act of adding a finger nearly makes me come unglued—her body squeezes it tightly. I imagine what it would feel like for her to accept my cock like this—to take me into her cunt and grip down on it like a vise, and I thrust into the air pointlessly even as I pleasure her. A low trembling starts in her body, and I add a second finger, feeling her stretch around me, and hot need dribbles down my length. I am hard and aching once more, but I keep my mouth on her, teasing her clit and sucking on it as she instructs, and when she comes, it is with a hard cry and a fresh burst of her flavor that nearly sends me over myself.
I lick her clean, reveling in the taste of her as her cunt squeezes and flutters around my pumping fingers, and when she finally sighs with satisfaction, I feel as if I have won a dozen tournaments. Nothing in my stolen memories compares to the dewy sheen on Bee's golden skin, or the taste of her permanently etched into my hide. Nothing is better than the little noise of protest she makes when my fingers slide free from her cunt, as if she misses my body.
It will be enough.
"God almighty," Bee says hoarsely, pressing the back of one hand to her brow as I pepper kisses along the insides of her thighs and scrape my tusks against her skin. She's so soft and perfect that I want to keep touching her, always. "You're good with that mouth of yours."
"I am a champion," I agree. "Can I…make you come again?"
She sits up on her elbows, staring at me. "So soon?" When I nod, her thighs primly clasp together. "I need time to come down, Victor. You…" A look of understanding crosses her face and she pats the bed next to her. "You need to come, don't you?"
"Again. Yes. Touching you felt so good. I wanted it to be just about you, but…parts of me do not listen well."
Bee chuckles and scoots over to the edge of the narrow bed. When I get to my feet, her eyes widen at my cock, painfully erect and leaking. "Oh, yeah, I can take care of that for you." Her voice turns to a throaty purr. "Come lie next to me. I'll make you feel good."
In this moment, I do not care that I am too big for the bed. I do as she commands, not caring that my feet (and most of my calves) dangle over the edge, or that my big torso swallows the bed like this, stealing all the room from her. I do not care because she tugs her tunic off, exposing her glorious body to me. She leans over, her teats brushing against my thigh as one hand goes to toy with my sac and her mouth closes over the tip of my cock.
In this moment, I do not care about anything at all but Bee. Bee and her sucking mouth, Bee and her teasing fingers, Bee and her incredible scent.
I am completely and utterly hers.
20
Three Weeks Later
BEE
I'm humming as I do the dishes. Since Victor made breakfast, the cleaning falls to me. It's hard not to be happy when your man loves to cook and he woke you up with a pussy-licking that still makes my knees tremble an hour later. I smile to myself at that thought. My man. He's not really my man, but it's fun to imagine. There's nothing official between us. It's mutual pleasuring, me using my body to encourage Victor into model behavior. There's been no talk of the future, and I've learned not to look too far ahead.
I'm enjoying the moment too much.
I peek outside and bite back a laugh at the sight that greets me. For a week now, Victor has been talking about how “untidy” the rock path looks. How the stones don't follow any sort of order and how the colors are all over the place. He's out there organizing them right now, hauling the rocks out of the ground and sorting them into piles by color and size. I have no doubt that when he's done, the path will look fantastic.
I've learned a few things about Victor in the last few weeks. He loves being outdoors. That isn't surprising to me—for an alien who spent his first several weeks in a cage and then constantly trapped in one room, of course he does. He wanted to start a garden, but because of my allergies, he's not able to dig up the soil. It was incredibly disappointing for him, though he said he understood, so I talked with Akris, and a week later, we acquired several small fruit tree saplings. They're not native to the planet and will need constant care, but Victor was thrilled with them. I've never seen a man filled with such joy. He hugged me a dozen times (and then licked me senseless that night). He even thanked the guards. I've never seen Herrix speechless. Now every day, Victor tends to his trees, and he's so damn proud of his tiny orchard that it makes me ache.
