Chapter 15
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
ETHAN
Her body quivers as soft whimpers pepper the air. My cock twitches at the alluring sound as precum leaks from the tip. God, but I’m so desperate for her. Every inch of me aches as I hold myself back and give her this moment, give her this pleasure she’s been so cruelly denied.
She’s heaven on my tongue, an addiction I know I’ll never want to quit. The taste of her, the feel of her, the scent of her, all of it surrounds me and threatens to bring me under. As I eat her up, devour her, I find time slipping by. It no longer has any meaning. Not when I’m with her.
Her soft cries pummel my skin like tiny shards of sunlight. They burn me, consume me. So innocent despite her position. So desperate and needy.
Easing my thumbs up along her inner lips, I spread her out even further so I can thrust my tongue inside her tight entrance. Zilara squeals as her hips move back, as if trying to run from my invasion.
I look up from between her thighs to find her still there with her hands above her head. Her brows and eyelids are scrunched with how hard she’s trying to maintain her orders. It’s endearing, actually. She’s trying so fucking hard for me.
“Touch me, Zilara. Let me feel your fingers in my hair.”
I need this connection. I need to feel her touching me. I need to feel the desperation in her fingertips.
The instant she complies, I drift back down to slide my tongue into her. This time, she doesn’t jerk her hips back as hard. There’s a hesitancy, to be sure, but she channels it through the rough grip at my scalp. Pinpricks of pain skitter down my spine, but I endure it silently for her.
Gripping her ass, I refuse to let her back away. I force her to feel my tongue as it slips inside. A low, guttural moan spills from her as arousal pours into my mouth. She moves again, but this time, it’s not to pull away.
She fucks herself with my mouth, taking the pleasure I offer with unpracticed, stilted movements.
Normally when I play with a woman, I don’t allow them to take charge in any way, but Zilara needs this.
She needs to know that her pleasure is important, that she can demand it and get those cravings met.
Closing my eyes, I drink her in and let her set the pace. After a little bit, her hips jerk a touch harder. A hint of frustration peppers the air as she tugs on my hair, wanting me deeper than my tongue can go.
A dark chuckle vibrates in my chest as I pull away and concentrate on her clit. Her protests are noted and met with a hard thrust from my fingers. Between that and my tongue, she soon goes back to whimpered moans and incoherent pleas.
Over and over, I slam into her as I hump the ground, seeking any form of relief I can.
Thankfully, the bedsheet provides a buffer between me and dirt, but I can still feel the rough earth as it grinds into my sensitive cock.
Sweat beads on the back of my neck and trickles down my spine as I tease her, coax her, and demand she come on my tongue.
Her inner walls clamp down on me, rippling as I piston in and out.
Close. Dear God, but she’s so fucking close.
I continue to fuck her with my fingers as I change from licking to sucking.
Something changes. Her breathing becomes more frantic.
Her fingers dig into my scalp a bit rougher until everything freezes.
A shrill yell pierces the near silence, scattering the birds and, I’m sure, any other wildlife that lurks about. I don’t dare pull away to look at my little defiant Icorian as she comes. I don’t dare stop as her hips jerk up and down as she continues to babble in an incoherent manner.
It’s not until she settles that I finally pull away and hover over her. Eyes, once a light, pale blue, just a shade or two darker than her arousal, are now blown out and dark like the sky just after the sun sets. Her lips part as she pants and stares up at me in wonder.
“I- That was- Are all humans good at that?”
I smile down at her as I trail a finger down to run along her nipple. “I can’t speak for all humans. But I do know it’s better for your partner when you enjoy doing it.”
A faint darkness spreads over her cheeks. A blush, if I had to guess. It’s odd seeing it on her skin, though. It’s not pink or red or even a darker reddish brown like I’m used to seeing. It’s her same shade of blue, only much darker.
“Does that mean you enjoy it?” she eventually whispers.
“I do find the act enjoyable. However, with you, it’s divine.”
Though she looks away, I see the small, soft smile as it crosses her lips. “And you would want to do it again?”
“Most definitely. But first, you must milk your bull.”
Reaching between my legs, I lift my thick, swollen cock and wince as I line my tip up with her entrance. So hard. So engorged. So fucking heavy. I suppose I’ll have to get used to the heft.
Her lashes flutter for a moment as I ease my way in, re-acclimating myself with this newfound girth. Though I’ve never seen an Icorian cock, I can imagine its size based on what I’ve heard. Since I know she’s been with them before, I wonder how I’ll size up.
Gritting my teeth, I push forward a bit more, biting back a groan as her warm flesh envelopes me, welcoming me in. Her pussy clenches with each millimeter I gain, making me struggle to not just blow everything right then and there. I want to actually enjoy the feel of her, dammit.
It’s agony sliding into her, but one I’d endure over and over again. The moment my swollen balls meet her soft skin, they draw up even tighter. Pain and pleasure flow through me as I rock in and out a touch before looking at her.
She stares at me, her eyes wide with what looks like wonder. Surely I hadn’t misunderstood. Surely I’m not her first.
“I- it doesn’t hurt,” she breathes as a wide smile crosses her face.
“Shit,” I curse under my breath. “I didn’t think you were a virgin.”
For a moment, she tilts her head to the side as if to process my words. “I am not that. I’ve known many Icorians. But they’re far too large for me to truly enjoy. I bear it because I know I’ll find eventual pleasure, but it’s not something I seek out more than I have to.”
“On Earth, most men would be offended to know they’re not as big as someone else. But in this case, I’ll most definitely make an exception.”
As she laughs, her pussy clamps down on me, sending a frisson of pleasure down my spine and into my balls. “Fuck, Zilara. God, you feel so fucking good wrapped around me.”
Reaching down, I grab her hips and try my best to ignore the need to ram into her. With my balls so tender and swollen, I know it will be agonizing. With easy movements, I slide out and run my hands along her thighs.
“Turn over for me, sweetheart. Bring that lovely ass into the air.”
“Like a cow,” she murmurs?
I can’t help but laugh despite the unease in her gaze. Honestly, it’s all just too ridiculous.
“On Earth, we call it doggy style. I’m not making you my cow, my strong, little Icorian. I just want to fuck you as hard as I can without injuring myself.”
Her eyes widen as she stares down at my balls. “Oh!” she cries out. “Yes. Yes, of course. I’m so sorry. I should have thought of that.”
As she turns, I catch her hips with my hand and jerk her into the position I want. “You can apologize by lying there and taking it. Every fucking inch.”
I line myself back up with her dripping entrance and slide in. God, but she’s even tighter from this angle. Groaning, I ease all the way in and stay there for a moment, reveling in the feeling of her pussy clenching around me.
Dragging myself back out, I slam in a touch harder this time, testing her body, seeing how much she can handle. Soft moans slip from her lips, but nothing pained or scared. I dig my hands into her hips, holding her steady as I glide out and ram back in.
God, but I’m not going to last long. My balls clench again, sending shards of that delicious agony skittering up my spine.
It’s like blue balls, but not quite as sharp.
Somewhere in between. Enough to be uncomfortable, but not enough to drive out the pleasure I derive from fucking her luscious body.
Sweat coats our bodies as the suns rise even higher overhead. She smells like fresh hay and sweet, tart fruit, all rolled into one. It’s alluring, addicting, and familiar.
Her pussy continues to clench around me as I pound into her, seeking my release in her lithe, willing body. “Touch yourself,” I grind out as I do my best to not lose myself so quickly in her.
I try to think of baseball stats, but none readily come to mind.
Since that doesn’t work, I go down the list of designers I’ve modeled for, ranking them from easiest to work with, to the most difficult.
But even that proves to be futile. With each swipe of her fingers, it makes her quiver around me even more, tightening her pussy around my erection until my eyes cross and I can’t see straight.
All I want to do is come. All I want is to pour myself out into her body, to fill her up as she finally drains me, milks me dry. The vision of her in the milking barn, of her mouth on me, sucking me, looking at me with that mix of lust and vulnerability sends me over the edge.
Grabbing at her supple skin, my hips jerk a few more times as blessed relief flows through my veins.
My cock twitches as her cries of pleasure nearly drown out my roar of completion as cum finally surges from me and fills her up.
She continues to touch herself, getting off as I reach down and massage my balls and wince as even more cum leaks from my body and spills into her greedy pussy.
It flows out from around my cock and dribbles onto the ground, drying almost instantly.
I kneel there for a moment, my breath ragged as relief finally settles deep into my body, allowing me to fully fill my lungs with air.
Eventually, I pull out of her as a spasm threatens to cramp up my calf.
Seeing as I’m depleting as much as I am every time I cum, I need to make sure I’m replenishing my water and electrolytes.
Can’t let my little princess think I can’t handle all her needs. Smirking, I watch as my cum drips from her pussy to splash against the arid earth. I’m sure there’s something to comment about that, but my mind refuses to work. Closing my eyes, I lean back and lie on the ground and simply breathe.
Soon, she shuffles over to me and lays a tentative hand on my chest. When I crack an eye open, I watch as she peers down, her brow furrowed.
“Did I hurt you?”
A laugh rumbles in my throat as I pull her next to me so she can lay her head on my pec. “No, sweetheart. I’m just still getting used to all this. I’m not used to coming like a horse.”
She burrows her face into my skin, and even though the heat becomes a tad insufferable, I don’t push her away. I enjoy feeling her all small and vulnerable next to me. All too soon, she’ll be back to the force to be reckoned with.
“I’m sorry. I wish I could be selfish and ask them to reverse the process. But I need you too much here. I need you to help me, to work for me. I’m awful, I know.”
I slide a finger under her chin and force her gaze to mine. “You’re not awful at all. And we can talk about all of this in a minute. For now, I need to let my brain catch back up with the rest of me.”
Her soft fingers draw swirls on my chest as lays her head back down. “It really is rather a lot of cum. Isn’t it?”
When I don’t answer her right away, she burrows in a bit deeper and laughs. It has a slight musical quality to it, something I never expected from someone as tough as she is. We lie there for what feels like an eternity as she just laughs and giggles, unable to stop.
Though I know it borders on hysteria, I let her get it out. All too soon, we’ll have to face the reality of our situation. Best to let her get it out while in the safety of my arms. Let her be strong tomorrow. Today, I’ll be here to hold her as her world threatens to collapse.
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