Chapter 9 #2
“Try to do what I do, okay? You’re just using your lips to get to know mine, and I’m doing the same.”
“Yes, I understand,” I reply in an eager tone. So eager she giggles again before wrapping her arms around my neck and pulling me close.
She’s gentle at first. I repeat her instructions in my head as I try to follow them.
The kiss is a soft exploration of the way we fit, the way she tastes.
My body trembles as her tiny fingers travel up my neck and settle in my hair.
She surprises me by parting her plump lips and running her tongue over mine.
I do the same, and soon we’re using our tongues to learn the heated depths of each other’s mouths.
As her moan gets trapped against my mouth, and I feel it ripple down my spine, my hunger quickly takes over.
I may have nothing else to compare it to, but this is by far the best kiss I’ve ever had.
That anyone has ever had. It doesn’t matter that our teeth occasionally gnash together, or that her lack of height is creating a twinge of tightness in my upper back.
I lower myself to her level and consume as much of her as she’ll let me.
I feel the hard peaks of her nipples against my chest, the arch of her back as we grip each other tighter, and my balls tighten against my body.
The soft globes of her ass spill over my hands with their abundant thickness, and I’m certain this is what both of us were created to do.
“Wow, you’re so beautiful,” she says through shallow, panting breaths. Her hands move down my front as she traces along the edge of my nipples, brushing through the dusting of chest hair and down the ridges of my stomach.
“No,” I tell her, crooking a finger beneath her chin until her green eyes lock on mine. “I’m functional. My body helps me do my job. You are beautiful.”
She chuckles. “Why can’t we both be beautiful?”
I pinch the tip of her nose. “Stop arguing with me.” And I take her mouth again.
Our kiss feels clumsy as she grabs my front wrists and walks backward toward the bed.
When it meets the back of her knees, she sits and crawls back until her head is on my pillow.
She gestures for me to follow, and I launch myself on top of her.
Her surprised snicker makes my cock pulse against my thigh, and I wish I could capture the sound in a jar.
She spreads her legs, and I discover she’s wearing nothing beneath her shirt other than the thin scrap of her underbottoms. As she spreads her legs for me, the sweet musky scent that fills my lungs triggers a possessive growl from the depths of my throat.
I settle myself between the cradle of her thighs, and before I know it, we become a frenzy of hands and skin rubbing against each other.
Just as the friction between us reaches a point of delicious intensity, a new bar is set, and we’re chasing that with tighter squeezes and faster thrusts.
“Yes,” she whimpers as I suck on the place where her neck and shoulder meet. “Just like that.”
I feel her fingers stroke along the outline of my cock through my shorts and my hips buck into her hand. Ficq, I never want her to stop touching me.
“I want you inside me,” she moans, and my body stills. She notices, and her brow furrows with worry. “What’s wrong? Do you not want to?”
I lean back onto my heels, my insides twisting as I ready myself to share this with her. She already knows I’ve never kissed anyone before, so it shouldn’t be much of a shock.
“It’s okay if you don’t want to. I’m happy to go at whatever speed you’re comfortable with.”
I scratch along my beard. “I…I’ve never done this before.”
Her gaze bounces between my eyes. “Wait. What do you mean?”
“Uh, fornication. The–the intercourse. This would be… my first time.” I brush a hair out of her eyes. “I worry I’ll disappoint you, June. I don’t want that.”
“Wait.” She pushes herself onto her elbows, her nose scrunched up adorably. “I don’t understand. You have a kid.”
“Yes.”
She looks at me expectantly, her brows lifting. “You had a kid without having sex?”
I nod. “Are humans unable to do that?”
“Yeah,” she says in an emphatic tone. “How the hell are you able to do that?”
“There’s a medical facility on the mainland that specializes in synthetic womb births. I gave them my seed, and seven moon cycles later, Akkal was born.”
“So there wasn’t a surrogate? No female involved at all? Not even a donated egg for your sperm to fertilize?”
I shake my head. “They have synthetic eggs as well. I filled out a questionnaire with certain traits I wanted or didn’t want, and they pulled an appropriate match from their selection of synthetic eggs.”
For many heartbeats, her eyes remain wide and her mouth open.
Eventually, she shakes the information free and says, “Okay, I’ll need to come back to this topic at a later date.
” Then she places a hand on my cheek. “For now, I don’t want to pressure you to do anything you aren’t ready for.
No sex tonight. But…can I touch you? Taste you? ”
My back hands settle on her hips as I plant my front hands on either side of her head. “You’re certain? You want that?”
Her smile reinvigorates me. “I’m certain.”
This female is a dream I didn’t think would ever come true.