Chapter Four
Outside my house, the car drives off while I’m desperately shoving my key through the grille’s deadbolt to get inside. Sorscelgra wraps her arms around my middle while she watches, teasing my belt loose and slipping her fingers beneath the waistband.
Yeah, this turns me on.
I don’t even bother with the lights. I drag Sorscelgra up the stairs, past my office and into the bedroom.
“Can I undress you?” she asks, petals vibrating at the top of her head.
“Only if I get to do the same.”
She nods, and I start peeling off her expensive jumper and silk camisole before I drop to my knees to take off those pristine white trousers that I’ll never comprehend.
There are no panties. She’s not wearing any knickers, and fuck that also turns me on.
I bite my lip. It’s such a bro thing to find hot, but I can’t really help it.
This figure is almost like I thought it would be. This body is slim, with a softness around her middle from age. All her curves are subtle but utterly smooth. She doesn’t have nipples, which, I’m not sure why, doesn’t make me pause.
I’ve always been with partners who love nipple play, so this will be an adjustment. Starting at her knees, I slide my hands over her velvety body in search of any place that could make her breath catch. I press kisses into her hip bones, the little pooch of her stomach, and her navel.
At the graze of my lips there, her body trembles.
“Ticklish?” I ask, a hair's breath from her skin and drowning the soft, floral scent coming off of her.
“I don’t think that’s what this feeling is. But I want to undress you now.” Her fingers curl into my vest, and I do as requested.
Sorscelgra removes my trousers first, pushing them down so the material bunches around my ankles before shucking off my jumper. There’s an unexpected urgency in her movements.
“Green is my favourite,” she hums, pressing her face into my neck as if to kiss it. “Please wear it all the time.”
Her fingers work quickly to undo the buttons of my shirt.
I can’t make any promises, but this is my favourite top, so I guess it was the right choice tonight.
Even as my breasts fall out of my compression bra and I’m met with their heavy weight, Sorscelgra is fixated on this shirt.
I flick the lamplight on to better see her, and she’s busy trying to dress me again.
“Wear it, please.” Her body presses into my back, while her hand slides from my waist to cup my pussy. “I want to watch you drip with pleasure while you wear it.”
I guide her fingers to part my folds, to feel just how wet I already am for her. “And we haven’t even kissed.”
She pinches my chin, turning my face back to look at her.
A heat rushes through my body as her thumb plays with my bottom lip.
Those long delicate fingers I spent so long staring at earlier slip through my labia without any resistance to tease my clit.
Sorscelgra strokes it between two fingers, squeezing and pulling until I can feel every beat of my heart through it.
“Fuck,” I groan. My hips buck and I grab on to her for leverage. “Don’t stop.”
“Do you want to cum like this?”
“Yeah, just—" I gasp as she pinches my clit. "Fuck, that's it. More.”
She works me hard, swelling her fingers as anticipation tightens in my belly. I'm all jiggly, my body shaking with pleasure and the force of her strokes.
“Tell us more.” She insists. “What do you want us to play with?”
My lips part, but the words don't come out. I'm barely able to remain standing with how quickly she's brought me to the edge, and now she wants me to talk?
She really did do some digging on me. My thighs shake with need. My heart pounds in my chest and my goddamn vagina does too.
“Nipples.” I barely get the word out, but it should be enough, right?
Her hand starts to slow. Her finger moves from my clit to dip inside my pussy. I shudder. That's not what I want.
“No, no, no, please.”
“Give us your words, love,” she whispers, teasing my bottom lip again.
This shouldn't be embarrassing. If Sorscelgra really wanted, she could be conscious of everything about me, from my GCSE scores to my kinks. Fuck, she probably does know, and that's why she's teasing me like this.
Because this is what I want from a partner.
“I like having my nipples flicked and pulled on. Please keep rubbing my clit until I finish,” I say, swallowing my tiny bit of embarrassment.
“Good girl.”
Her hands move, fingers slowly harmonising to find the exact speed to make my pussy weep with fucking happiness.
I grab hold tighter to her hip, pulling her into me.
It feels like I'm melting into her touch, losing my mind as my body races to finish now.
Any worry about the future is gone. All that matters is how good I feel with a new heat pressing into me.
“I'm going to come,” I moan. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
It's right there in my sights, the beautiful fucking cliff I'm going to jump off into oblivion. Sorscelgra doesn't miss a beat, stroking and flicking as I writhe in her grasp.
All at once my body tenses, breath stuttering to a stop as my pussy and clit convulse under her touch. My vision blurs, and for a moment I think I might actually fall from the rush of my orgasm. Thoughts spin around and around in my head, none of them stopping long enough to make sense.
“Beautiful,” she whispers. “Like a shining star.”
More than admitting what I like in bed, her compliment makes me blush. She doesn't remove her hands from me, instead just softly fondling me while I come back to earth from the high.
“Let me do you?” I ask.
“We do not possess the parts to be penetrated,” she says, confusion coating her words.
“It’s a good thing penetration isn't required for sex.”
I lead us three steps to my bed and lay her down.
This model-like flower woman looks like some sort of fantasy creature come to life against my faded duvet.
Sorscelgra is from outer space, so I guess I'm half right.
She's a strange and alluring vision so out of place in my world.
The vibrancy of her velvet skin and the delicate way her petals curl make my heart race with excitement.
“If there is anything that feels good or bad, just tell me.” I straddle her hips. “I'm going to make you feel good too.”