242. Mate
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Mate
A ’Dar
My mate wants me. The worries I had that she was only complying because of her own needs have been destroyed. Look at her. I’d have to be blind not to see the love shining out of her newly golden eyes.
I join her at the top of the bed and lie on my back.
“Ride me,” I say, wanting her to take her pleasure. To be honest, I want more than that. I want to see her human breasts sway as she writhes on my cock. I want to hear the beads I braided into her hair jingle as she quivers in pleasure. I want to feel her slow possession or her quick dominion as she slides onto me. “Ride me.”
She eagerly straddles me and paints my belly with the juices that have been sliding from her fountain since our bedplay began.
“Fast or slow, Warrior? Sweet or… wild?”
“All of it.”
After we’ve been together for years, will I still discover new aspects of my mate? Because she’s never shown me anything like the wicked smile she flashes me.
She uses her hand to place my cockhead at her entrance, then leans forward to grip my hands, lacing our fingers together. Her mirth of a moment ago disappears as her gaze spears mine, and she eases onto me.
She can’t maintain our visual connection. Her lids flutter closed as she moans in pleasure. Only my tip is inside her.
Our previous coupling was swift and desperate. This is the first time we’ll be fulfilling machta the way it was meant to be experienced.
“You’re so big, A’Dar.” It’s an accusation without any bite because she doesn’t seem unhappy about it. “So, so big.”
At that, she presses downward inch by inch.
Xenons have the ability to deliberately send blood to our members to make it bigger. Perhaps if I was more experienced, I’d know how to make myself smaller, but with all of our recent bedplay, I’m already engorged.
When I look again, her head tipped back in sheer pleasure, I stop worrying about my size or her discomfort. She doesn’t look distressed by the current situation. Just the opposite.
When my worries disappear, I allow myself to take my pleasure as my female, my mate, glides onto my cock as if she owns it. Just as she owns my heart.
“ Fahk ,” I moan as she eases downward.
“Fuck,” she answers back. “All those bumps and ridges.”
Her slide as she envelops me seems endless and perfect and the stuff my dreams have been made of all these years. Until she’s fully seated and begins her ride.
Cupping her rounded bottom, my palms on her silky-smooth skin, I help her with every rise and fall as she pleasures herself. I take my enjoyment even as I watch what she does to increase her own bliss. I will learn over time to do these things for her.
Leaning forward, she presses her pleasure button against me, sucking in happy breaths as she intensifies her ecstasy each time she makes contact.
I can’t hold back my urges. It feels too good, and I’ve waited too long. At first, I just lift my hips each time she slams onto me, grinding my pelvis against her to intensify her pleasure.
I can’t wait any longer, though. I flip us over without missing a beat and pound into her, watching her body judder each time I slam against her. Her beads are clacking, her breasts jiggling, and her channel spasms in pleasure as she calls my name.
Is this not what I dreamed of all my life? Were all those years really dreamless in that cryo pod, or have I dreamed of this for almost two millennia?
Every muscle in my body is tightening. My balls are tingling with the imperative to release.
“ Fahk !” I bark as I spill into her, erupting hot streams of my essence into my mate. My hips keep pistoning, my muscles keep squeezing in bliss, and through all of it I keep my eyes open so I can watch my mate, my heart, my Maya as her gaze never leaves mine.