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How could Amber think I no longer craved her? How could she waste time fretting about entertaining me?
I vowed to show her my dedication more often. Starting right then and there, in her kitchen, with her round ass planted on the counter in front of me. The humans’ housing design proved perfect for my purposes, as the height of the countertop left her in just the right position for my ready cock.
She had taken off most of her garments when she returned from the store, opting for the plush robe to keep her warm, but to my frustration her undergarment remained in my way. I pushed the satin fabric aside and slid into her warm, inviting pussy. She gasped, and she contracted around me. I struggled to keep my wits about me. This woman was my everything, and everything she did drove me wild. I wanted to fill her with such pleasure that she never doubted her worth to me again.
After the first few hasty thrusts, I pulled Amber farther forward on the counter to prevent crushing my balls as we fucked. That was one disadvantage to the position, but the advantages won out, and I kept pounding her in that spot.
Amber clung to me with her arms and legs, and the squeeze on my waist was delightful. I gripped her buttocks and slammed into her faster, my cock vibrating and my uppern’rilteasing herkash. She moaned and screamed, throwing her head back in passion. I reveled in the sounds. It pleased me to know she was enjoying this.
I brushed my lips against her exposed neck, delivering light kisses in contrast to my heavy fucking. She shuddered and held my head to her. “More,” she whispered, her voice husky with desire.
Far be it from me to say “no” to that! I kissed my way up her neck, nibbling on the delicate skin. When I made my way to her luscious mouth, she began to tremble in my arms.
The fire of a thousand Xalanite suns burned in my veins. I buried myself in her heat again and again, delighting in the varied sensations. The sight of her dark eyes rolled back in ecstasy. The sound of my dick sliding through her wet folds. The scent of her sex. The taste of her tongue. Every single sensory input served to drive me further into the mating rut, and when my knot swelled and locked us together, Amber sighed and clenched around it. Her walls gripped me tight, and I found myself grunting in time with each push, desperate to bring her to release before I came inside her.
“Come for me, Amber. Come all over this countertop. All over me. Coat me in yourself.”
From moaning to screaming to shouting to screeching, her voice echoed through the kitchen. I added some shouts of my own to the melody, ending in a long, drawn-out roar that seemed to send a shiver down Amber’s spine. She spasmed as though electrified, just like our first time together, and a gush of warm fluid sprayed me. I stilled with my cock buried deep inside, and I shook as it pumped her full of my cum.
“Oh, myGod, Q’on, that was amazing!” Her voice trembled as she spoke. She tried to disentangle herself from me, but I held her in place.
“I’m not done yet,” I said, my hands firm on her hips.
“Wha—”
I dropped to my knees and slung her legs over my shoulders. “We have had dinner, but I’ve not yet had dessert.”
“Dessert?”
“It is customary for humans to have a sweet treat after a meal, correct?”
“Well, yes, but—”
“Then I am having mine now.”
Before she could protest further, I dove in, devouring her like a man starved. I licked her sopping wet cunt until she screamed my name, tasting my own release on my tongue as I reached in as far as I could. Creamy white cum dripped from her, and I lapped it all up. When she buried her hands in my hair and clenched her thighs around my head, I knew she was close. I sucked on herkashand shoved two fingers into her, curling my digits to hit the mound inside that I knew would drive her crazy.
That did it. She seized again, coming all over my face. I loved the taste, the feel of it, the exuberant joy in her sigh as she came down from the high of the orgasm. I loved everything about this woman, and if it took hour after hour of this to prove it to her, I would gladly oblige.
As I rose to stand again, Amber put her hands on my chest and held me back. “No more. Please. My poor pussy can’t take another round!”
She was begging … for me to stop? “You do not like it?”
“I didn’t say that,” she said, and her tone seemed strange. The nanites scrambled to explain the emotion I was hearing in her voice. They finally settled on the term “exasperated.” Amber rested her cheek against my chest and slid her arms behind me, wrapping me in a hug. “I love you, Q’on, and I love what you do for me, but sometimes I need a rest. I don’t know about Xalanite women, but I can only handle so much at once. As it is, I might have trouble walking to the bathroom right now.”
Did I damage her? “Are you all right?”
She put a hand on my cheek and smiled. “I’m fine. It’s just—you wore me out. My legs are like freakin’ Jell-o. I just know I’m going to stumble when I get down, if I can even stand.”
“Do you need assistance?”
“Actually, that would be nice. Just make sure I don’t faceplant on the way to the toilet, okay?”
“Face … plant?” She has no plants in the house to put her face in …
“Fall. Make sure I don’t fall down.”
I aided her off the counter, and true to her word, she seemed to be experiencing difficulties with her lower extremities. They wobbled and shook, and she had to lean on me as we walked down the hall to keep upright. It was a most unusual sight, one that filled me with concern, but she merely laughed at the situation.
