Chapter 7
seven
. . .
Emily
Warm, so very warm. I rubbed my face into the soft embrace of my pillow.
Something warm and a little wet rubbed against my stomach, and I reached down, expecting to feel Bennet and his cold nose, but instead my hand wrapped around something hard and hot.
My pillow growled softly beneath me and I dug my nose in, unable to get enough of that warm, spicy scent.
I lifted my leg, wrapping it around something hard and ground my core against it, searching for friction. The less sleepy part of my mind tried to remind me of something important, but my clit was so needy, and I tugged on the warm length in my hand, needing more.
A moment later, I was on my back. Kex hovered above me, his silver eyes sparking in the morning light.
He buried his face in my neck, inhaled deeply, then licked and kissed his way down my body with gentle nibbles until his lips closed around my nipple.
I gasped and wrapped my arms around his head, hugging him to me.
He growled and said something in his deep voice, before sucking and gently biting my nipple.
His tongue definitely was textured in a delightful way.
I arched against him and wrapped my leg around his back, trying to find some friction.
His mouth felt good, but I needed more. He growled again and released my nipple with a pop before continuing his journey down my body.
He licked between my breasts, then nibbled down my stomach, kissing my belly and licking my belly button.
When he reached my curls, he stopped and lifted his head.
“Yes?” he growled.
“Oh, yes. Please, Kex, yes.”
He growled again then nuzzled between my legs, pushing his nose between my lips and breathing me in.
I tried not to overthink it, but he groaned again, and then licked and I forgot to be self-conscious.
He pushed my knee to the side and spread me open, then delved in, licking my slit like a starving man.
His textured tongue lit up my body like nothing ever had before, and I never wanted him to stop.
He hit my clit with his tongue and I groaned.
He did it again, and I dug my fingers into his hair and held him against me.
Getting the hint, he focused in on my bundle of nerves, licking and sucking until my hips writhed against him, needing that last push to send me over the edge.
He wrapped his lips around my clit and sucked, my hips lifting off the ground as my world burst. I cried out.
Kex’s mouth kept its pace as I rode out my orgasm, and then he continued licking, brushing my clit and then moving lower.
He spread me with careful fingers, and his tongue found my hole.
He groaned and licked up my release, spreading me wide and pressing into me with his tongue.
Kex lifted his head for a moment, and shocked at the loss, I looked down. He had the tip of his pinky finger in his mouth and bit down. A moment later, he pulled it away and spat out his claw. He glanced up at me and grinned, his mouth glistening.
Fuck, that was hot.
The next moment, his mouth was back on me, and his thick finger was at my entrance slowly stretching me open.
I groaned. It had been a while, and his fingers weren’t small.
I clamped down on his finger, and he proceeded to fuck me with it, while licking my clit.
He groaned again, his mouth fastened on my clit, and it sent me over the edge.
I cried out and clamped my legs around his head until my climax finished, and I collapsed in a spent heap.
Kex pulled his finger out of me, then sat up, a satisfied smile on his face. He sucked me off his finger, keeping eye contact until the digit was clean. One hand rested on my belly, he rubbed me soothingly, and with the other, he reached down to fist his dick. “Yes, no?” he asked.
I stared down at the monster between us.
In the light of day, it was stunningly blue-green, deeper than the rest of his skin, and there were definite ridges crisscrossing the shaft.
My heart rate picked up as I wondered if I could take it or not.
Before I gave a response, Kex leaned back down, his face level with mine, and my breathing quickened as I anticipated the invasion.
He leaned down and pressed his forehead against mine for a long moment, and then he was gone.
I sat up, confused. Kex knelt on the edge of our bed, facing away from me, fisting his dick.
Kex pumped hard, his eyes closed tight. The sight was magical.
The veins in his arm bulged with control as he pumped up and down, the sound of his flesh and the heavy timbre of his breath.
He tensed up, and then his eyes opened and locked onto mine just as a long stream of white shot out of his dick.
My eyes dropped to his tip as it seemed to swell and pulse as he painted the leaves with rope after rope of his seed.
When he finished, he crawled back over to me and pulled me into his lap.
Nestled into his body, he held me tight as he spoke deep, rumbling words I could feel vibrate through every inch of me.
His words seeped into my soul; the only word I recognized was my name, spoken over and over again, woven into the rest of his gentle speech.
I didn’t need to understand his words to understand his meaning.
He was content, satisfied with what had passed between us, and he would wait for more, he wanted more.
After a long, perfect moment, we pulled apart and went to clean up.
Kex inspected my wounds from the day before, cleaning them gently and making soft, sympathetic noises when I whined.
He didn’t seem overly concerned, but mashed and packed more herbs into the punctures before he helped me dress in my leaf coverings, my clothes still grossly damp and sticky.
I put on my crusty socks and shoes, choosing the ick over destroying my feet on the upcoming walk.
Kex fed me a breakfast of smoked ninx and roasted seeds from the night before, while he fashioned me a belt and helped me attach my new water bottle.
I’d left my damp clothes in a heap near the fire, unsure if I should even bother keeping them, but Kex picked them up and secured them to my belt.
Next, he began breaking down the camp. Returning the stones he had used for the fire to their original positions, clearing away the ash, and scattering the leaves of our bedding, he made the space look untouched.
Once finished, he reached out his hand to me, and I took it, letting him lead me back into the forest. His gentle grin was reassuring as I prepared for the journey ahead.
The hike was an amalgamation of conflicting sensations.
My body hurt. Between my monster bird bites, raw from Kex’s careful doctoring, my overall ache from said monster bird kicking me off a rock, crash landing, and the various sore muscles from the long walk the night before, it was safe to say sitting on a couch for the next seventy-two hours would have been far more appealing than another trek in crunchy socks over uneven footing.
Despite the general pain in my body, every other part of me—my mind, my heart, my spirit—was floating gently in the air behind Kex as if held aloft simply by the power of orgasms.
Don’t get me wrong, I’ve had plenty of orgasms in my life, even a few while with a partner, but never have I had an orgasm directly provided by said partner.
Sure, they’ve been there, maybe directing me to get myself where I needed to go while they focused on their efforts, but it had always been me and my own self administration responsible for getting me past the finish line.
I’d never really felt like my past relationships were lacking, because I’d never expected more from my partners. And yet Kex, a man not even of my own species could provide not just one, but two life-altering orgasms on his first attempt?
I’d hesitated to take things further, and Kex had taken it as a clear, direct no.
I’d never met a man so willing to set aside his own pleasure just to make sure I was completely comfortable.
It made me feel safe enough to explore my own desire.
To say I was exhilarated to see what other magic that man could provide would be an understatement.
Judging my mood solely on the physical delights of the morning didn’t even cover half of it.
It was the way Kex looked at me, the way he treated me, cared for me, and seemed to cherish me with every touch.
Even while hiking through the forest, as he forged our path and frequently turned back to check on me, the small smile and the shimmer of his silver eyes sent a thrill straight into my chest.
Only one part of our encounter had me slightly off-center, unsure of how to proceed.
Kex hadn’t kissed me. Did his people not kiss?
I tried to imagine two versions of Kex kissing each other, and yeah, that thought deteriorated real fast, but once my mind was back out of the gutter, I focused on the mechanics.
His fangs might get in the way when kissing another fanged person. Maybe they didn’t kiss?
The thought made me a little sad. I enjoyed kissing when I was really into a guy, but the thought of kissing Kex, and experiencing his mouth?
Yeah, it did things to me. Would Kex mind if I kissed him?
Would he enjoy it? I doubted he would think it was gross after the way he had completely demolished my pussy with his tongue.
Kex turned back to check on me again, and I quickly lifted my gaze to meet his.
His sweet smile twisted a little as he narrowed his eyes at me, then glanced behind him.
Was he finally realizing I was paying more attention to his ass in that little leaf covering than I was to my footing?
I grinned devilishly at him and made grabby hands toward him, and he burst out laughing.
It was deep and warm and I wanted more. He turned back to me and pulled me into his arms in a gentle embrace.
Leaning down, he nuzzled at my neck, lightly dragging his teeth against the smooth flesh as his hands slid lower and he cupped both my ass cheeks in his large hands and gave them a firm squeeze.
At my gasp, he licked my neck and pulled away laughing before he set off again.
“You know, two can play that game, big guy!” I yelled after him, my face burned and my clit hummed with anticipation.
His caress hadn’t been a kiss, but it was still nice.
Definitely room for improvement if he let me experiment.
He rumbled something back in his deep, gravelly voice, and I hurried to catch up.
“Where are we going, anyway? I mean, I don’t exactly have anywhere to be, but are we in a rush to get there?
We could take a little break and find a fallen log for you to bend me over.
Or I bet you’re strong enough to fuck me against a tree. ”
I sighed when his only response was something else I couldn’t understand.
Would we ever get to a point where we could speak comfortably?
Thinking about the future was likely a bad idea with the way things were going, but it was hard to stop my mind from drifting to a magical future with a cottage in the trees and little teal babies running around while I harvested mushrooms. I didn’t even like mushrooms. And becoming a parent in a world without disposable diapers? No thanks.
A part of me expected to meet back up with the other women eventually, but the logistics of that felt impossible.
Regardless, I didn’t think I could hang on to my happy, floaty good mood if I gave up hope of ever finding them again.
Maybe as I stared at the best ass in the universe, I could join Cindy and try to manifest a whole tribe of hunky aliens to rescue my friends.
After what I really hoped Kex considered a full day of walking, he came to a stop and held his hands up to me. “Wait?” he said, as if not totally confident he had it right.
I nodded and pointed at my feet. “Emily wait,” I repeated.
He smiled sweetly and ran a gentle finger along my jaw. Then he held up his hands and said something I didn’t understand before he flexed his big, sharp claws.