19. Chapter 19 #2
Moving lower, he spread oil over my butt cheeks. I moaned as he squeezed and massaged it into my skin. Pulling my cheeks apart, he rubbed some over my back hole, making sure there was enough oil to drip down into my pussy.
Again, everywhere the oil touched tingled with warmth. I lifted my hips, wanting more.
He pushed me up further until my ass was high in the air and my thighs spread wide. He licked at my back hole, then my pussy, and finally my clit.
I clutched at the blankets under me, moaning and shuddering as he used his mouth to stimulate me. Between his hot mouth and the oil, I felt like my body was smoldering and waiting to ignite into a fierce blaze.
He shifted his face to the side and slipped a finger inside me. It wasn’t far, but it was enough to set me off.
Biting a pillow, I screamed.
Nothing had ever been like this before. Not my first time having sex, not the few lovers I had over the years, and nothing like Nadia’s father’s clumsy effort.
I whimpered, unable to take it any longer. When my body collapsed, Maz sounded a concerned rumble and gently turned me over.
“Was that a good sound or did I go too far?”
“Good sound,” I said, grinning up at him, petting his leg. “Good Talin.”
He lay down next to me, drawing me against him. “Good human.”
I chuckled and closed my eyes. I didn’t sleep, only rested. We stayed like that until my heartbeat calmed back down and my breathing returned to normal.
That’s when I noticed he still had his pants on. At some point he’d taken off his belt, but I didn’t like that he was wearing clothes.
I wanted to explore also.
Tugging on the fabric, I glared up at him with mock fierceness. “Off!”
He sounded a rumble of amusement. “Of course.”
Standing up, he pulled them off and tossed them aside. Curiosity pushed me to get on my knees.
“Stay there,” I ordered, running my hands up his legs and to where his dick would be if he was human.
I could see the outline of his cock, but it was hidden by a layer of skin covered in tiny keratin plates.
No—plates was the wrong word. Keratin beads or scales would be more accurate as none of them were bigger than my pinky nail.
“That’s my flesh pouch,” he said, his voice not entirely steady. “It keeps my sex organs secure and safe.”
“Hmm,” I said, moving my hands to the seam of the pouch that ran almost from hip to hip. I looked up, licking my lips. “How do I get your trapped cock free so I can touch him?”
He sucked in a breath. “As I become aroused, my shaft thickens, lengthens, and hardens, forcing the pouch back.”
I nodded and ran my fingers over the seam. “How come you haven’t come free with all the things you did to me?”
“I was fo-fo-focused on you,” he said, stumbling over the words because I’d figured out I could press my fingers inside the pouch. “It was easy to keep control of myself while ex-extract-extracting pleasure from you.”
“You’re so soft in here,” I murmured, entranced by the change of texture. I pushed my hand deeper and was able to brush the head of his shaft with my fingertips.
Maz’s entire body shuddered. When I did it again, he moaned. The pouch got uncomfortably tight around my hand as his shaft swelled. Instead of pulling my hand free, I pushed further down until my smaller wrist was at the seam.
“This is nice,” I said, petting his cock with my fingers.
“Mika!” Maz exclaimed. The pouch snapped back, freeing my hand, Maz’s cock, and his ball.
Yup, there was only one of them, and I wanted to touch it.
I cupped his ball in my hand, marveling at the delicate texture of his skin.
“I didn’t know you had soft parts.” He gasped when I wrapped my free hand around his hard cock. “And you have some nice hard parts too.”
“Mika,” Maz said in a strangled voice. “Are you trying to be humorous right now?”
“No, simply observing my surroundings,” I said with a stifled giggle. Maz tried to growl but ended up whimpering when I licked over the broad head of his shaft. He tasted as good as he smelled. It was like I was licking the ginger candy my grandmother used to make.
Eager for more, I worked my mouth over the head. The air filled with the sound of Maz’s sensual rumbling, which was also making his cock vibrate in my mouth.
Oh. My. God. Maz had a vibrating cock!
I pulled my mouth off his dick and grabbed his hand.
“I’ll give you the best blow job of your life, but later,” I said. “I need you under me right now!”
He half lowered, half collapsed into the nest next to me. “I’m not sure you should,” he started to say, but I stopped him with a hand over his mouth.
“Hush!” I said, pressing him down onto his back. I put both hands on his chest and threw a leg over him.
Lifting up to my knees, I held his cock steady and lowered myself down on him. We both hissed as he slid home.
“By the ancestors!” he barked out, grabbing hold of a bracket on the wall over his head. Normally it would be used to secure an extra bunk, but right now it was Maz’s security bracket. “Mika, I’ve never felt anything like you. I won’t last!”
“Keep purring," I ordered, undulating my hips so he was rubbing in just the right spot. Bracing both hands on his chest, I rode him, blindly searching for that last orgasm I knew was coming.
I heard his purring in my ears but also felt it through my pussy. I clenched around him and moved faster. Panting, I closed my eyes and focused on the feel of Maz inside me.
Maz roared, and I heard something snap. I opened my eyes to find he’d broken the bracket off the wall!
“No more teasing,” he snarled.
He grabbed my hips and rolled us over. Growling, he pounded into me. This primal part of him was new and tipped me over the edge. An overwhelming orgasm ripped through me, making me scream.
“Yes, come on my shaft,” he said, his voice deep and menacing. “Drench me in your juices. I’m going to fill you. You’ll be covered in my essence inside and out. My oil on your skin; my seed inside you.”
Those last words were growled. I felt warmth fill me, making me gasp. I knew I was imagining it, but it felt like the pleasure bounced back and forth between us like waves in a pond.
Did psychic orgasms exist?
Finally his entire body shuddered, and his movements slowed to a soft roll of his hips.
I looked up at Maz, my eyes feeling hot with unshed tears. “I love you.”
“You are my scent-bonded partner,” he whispered. I figured that was Talin for I love you too.
This was suddenly so real. Maz wasn’t only my rescuer, but my lover and beloved. I had the life I’d dreamed of as a girl. I was safe. I was loved. And I was happy.
Nadia’s cries broke the moment. Maz pulled out of me and scrambled to his feet.
“Rest,” he said. “I’ll bring her to you.”
“At least she gave us enough time for the good parts,” I murmured, sitting up to take her from him. Maz’s regular purring filled the air as I nursed our daughter.
No, I didn’t mess that up. She was our daughter now. His and mine. And this was our perfect life.