Chapter 12
TWELVE
Ethan
It was all too much. Even though I just came, my balls were still hockey pucks, and my cock was in very real danger of splitting open like an overcooked hot dog.
And Goldie’s pussy… was indescribable. Soaking wet with a slick that both cooled and heated my dick in alternating sensations that made me insane. Her tits tasted like honey, just like her perfect mouth.
I slid my hand up her spine to grip the back of her neck. Her eyes shone fluorescent as her body rolled and ground on top of me. As much as I wanted to flip her onto her back and drive into her with a mindless rut, I refused. I had some humanness left in me to let her take the lead.
“You’re squeezing me so good,” I rasped as her perfect tits bobbed in my face. “Go on and fuck me, babe. Bounce on my dick and show me that you want me.”
I would have never talked like this to a woman the first time we fucked, but Goldie wasn’t any woman, and she seemed to love my mouth.
She confirmed it when she threw her head back and said, “Keep talking.” I gripped her hips as she set a pace, rising up and down on my shaft as she straddled me with strong thighs. “Your voice keeps me focused on you.”
I’d say anything to keep my cock buried in this perfect pussy.
And it wasn’t like I even had to think about it.
The words didn’t even pass through my brain before spilling from my lips.
It was like my dick had a mainline right to my tongue.
“You’re so fucking wet for me, Goldie. I can feel you dripping all over, soaking my balls.
” I cupped a breast and pinched a hard nipple.
“Can’t wait to take my time and suck on these.
See if I can make you come from it. Bet you can.
Your body is made for this, for me. You were made to be pleasured by someone who knows what they’re doing. ”
I couldn’t resist and tugged her skirt to the side to see where I entered her body.
And fuck me, the first look at her pussy made my mouth water.
Full, golden lips fluttered around my cock with every slam of her hips.
She drenched me so thoroughly, that the wet smacks sent slick splashing up my stomach.
She drenched me, and the smell was like something out of a dream—sweet and spicy.
A cramp tightened my core, and I cried out just as the orgasm hit me like a freight train.
I couldn’t stop it, and my cock kicked inside of her.
Her inner walls rippled, and I arched my neck at a painful angle as I released inside of her with what felt like an endless stream of cum.
I couldn’t speak, couldn’t hear anything Goldie was saying, even as her lips moved above me.
The orgasm kept going, and going, until I swore I was going to die from it.
My head spun, my vision darkened, and I lost consciousness.
I came to with Goldie still on top of me, still bouncing on my cock. How was I hard again? This was insane. I came with a weak whimper. Blacked out. Woke again with her mouth on me. She shuddered through her own orgasm, and I came again.
I tried to shove her away when I woke up again, but my balls were still swollen, and my cock still hard.
I couldn’t function anymore. I couldn’t even talk.
I could do nothing but lay there as Goldie held me to her chest and ground down on my cock.
Her inner walls rippled and a shout ripped from my throat.
My cock kicked, and my balls seemed wrung dry like a sponge.
Pain tore up my spine to explode in my brain.
I felt Goldie’s lips on mine right before everything went black.
Water trickled somewhere nearby. Droplets splashed my feet. I tried to open my eyes. I tried to make a sound. I tried to move one single toe, but every muscle in my body ached like I’d been run over by a truck.
After gargantuan effort, I opened my eyes, and the first thing I saw was Goldie.
Her big blue eyes blinked at me, and a soft smile curved her perfect lips.
Her palm rasped over the hair on the crown of my head as she knelt at my side.
“Ee-than,” she said, with affection. Like I hadn’t just traumatized her.
Embarrassment and shame sank into me like claws.
I couldn’t even look at her after what I’d made her do.
I glanced down my naked body and immediately hollered at the sight of my green cock.
I jerked to a sitting position and regretted it immediately as my head spun, but my dick was green.
Was this alien gangrene? Was it going to shrivel and fall off?
I touched it, only for my finger to slid through a green goo to reveal healthy tissue beneath it. Maybe a bit red and raw, but my dick was fine. I glanced up at Goldie, who seemed to be amused.
“It’s a healing paste,” she explained. “The skin was very angry looking.”
Great, so I’d passed out, and she’d been forced to treat my dumbass dick. But I had to get over myself. This wasn’t about me. I didn’t reach for her. Didn’t dare touch her. I didn’t deserve to.
“Are you okay?” I asked. “Are you hurt?”
She shook her head. “I’m fine, Ee-than.”
“I’m so sorry,” I said. “I’ve never been more sorry in my life. What you had to do…” I shook my head. “I’ll never forgive myself.”
“I’m fine,” she repeated. But it didn’t feel like enough.
“Talk to me, please,” I said. “You can be angry with me. Scared. Hurt. Any emotion at all.”
She glanced at my green dick. “You need to wash that off now. It’s been on long enough.”
I then realized we were no longer in the clearing where I’d snorted the numba.
We sat on rocks surrounding a small pond, fed by a thin waterfall from a cliff overhead.
I quickly dipped down into the water, cleaned off my dick and balls, and pulled on some pants so she no longer had to look at my offensive appendage.
I sat down next to her as she began to dig out some rations and water. I placed my hand over hers, stilling her movements. Her eyes remained downcast. “Goldie, talk to me.”
Her eyes slowly lifted to mine. She slowly sank down from her kneel to rest on her hip, her legs bent at her side. She pulled her lips between her teeth before letting them pop out with a flutter. “I don’t know everything I’m feeling,” she said softly.
“There,” I murmured. “That’s better than just saying you’re fine.”
“I don’t want you to feel guilty,” she said.
“You’re not responsible for my guilt. I am. You don’t have to pretend to feel a certain way to make me comfortable.” I’d done a lot of therapy in prison.
“Toward the end, you talked less because you were out of it. And it was after the last time, when you lost consciousness, and I was just… here. Alone. I felt…” she looked away. “I felt like I did back then. Used and discarded.”
It would have hurt less if she shot me. “Can I do anything to make you feel better?” I realized my fingers had linked themselves with hers without me even realizing it. I tried to pull back, but she held firm.
“He never… after…” her eyes closed briefly, but not before pain flashed through them with a sharp flare. “Held me.”
I didn’t hesitate this time. I reached for her and drew her into my arms. And I knew that was the right decision when she wrapped all her limbs around me like she wanted to fuse us together—legs around my waist, her arms around my shoulders, and her face tucked tightly into my neck.
I locked my arms around her back and rocked us gently.
Her whole body shuddered, and then her grip softened.
Not a lot, just a slight loosening of tension.
I rubbed my palm up and down her spine. “I’m sorry,” I said again. “I’m so sorry.”
“You didn’t know what the numba could do,” she whispered against my skin.
“That doesn’t change what happened.”
“It wasn’t… I liked it at first.”
My hand paused for a beat, before I slid it up to the back of her neck. She drew back slightly to face me, but she remained close with our chests smashed together, her breath tickling my lips.
“You did?” I asked.
She smiled shyly. “When you could talk. And touch me back. I liked it.”
“That’s the way it’s supposed to be. An exchange. A give and take. Or just all giving. Because Goldie, I’d lick you all over for a thousand days and never ask for anything in return.”
Her lips parted on a soft gasp. “I like your mouth so much.”
“Yeah?” I grinned.
“What it says. I like what it says.”
I pretended to pout. “Not what it can do?”
Her laugh was like a musical jingle. “I like that too. So different from the Kaluma males.”
“What is their tongue like?” I regretted asking as soon as the words were out, especially when she answered.
“The tips of their tongues open up, and they can suction.”
I stared at her. “I’m sorry, what?”
“Their tongues, they can—”
I shook my head. “Yeah, okay, I don’t know why I asked you to repeat that.” Of course these dumbass males had suction tongues. I couldn’t compete with that. “No wonder the human women love them so much.”
Her long fingers cupped my jaw. “I like your tongue.”
“Yeah, whatever.”
My pride was hurt. I was about to go home to a whole other planet, while Goldie remained behind with men who had a whole sex toy in their mouths. I took a deep breath and pushed aside my ego.
I brushed her hair behind her ear. “Are you going to be okay?”
She nodded. “I like this. Being held.”
“Cuddling, Goldie. You like cuddling.”
Her grin grew. “Cudd-ling.”
“Yeah.”
“That’s being held?”
“It’s what humans do sometimes when they want to show each other affection without… the big bang.”
“The big bang,” she echoed.
“Cuddling is this, you sitting in my lap. Hugging. Playing with each other’s hair. Holding hands. Just touching.”
She ran her nose along mine. “That?”
“Yeah,” I breathed.
Her scales flickered with a happy shimmer as she beamed at me. “Cudd-ling. I like it the most.”