Chapter 26 #2
If yesterday was difficult, today was too easy.
I screamed and gushed my release all too quickly, flooding his mouth with my cum, breaking his rhythm for just a second before he swallowed as much as he could.
My whole body locked in ecstasy. The orgasm ripped through me, clit straining and pulsing, even as my death grip on his head relaxed, and he gentled his sucking.
He flicked his tongue over me as I shuddered and shuddered with aftershocks.
“Too much,” I gasped, and he pressed a gentle kiss to my engorged shaft before lying next to me, pulling my head to his chest.
“You’re incredible, sweetheart,” he said as I draped an arm over him and hooked a leg over his. “And delicious. How soon can I do it again?”
He really liked it that much? My stomach swooped, bones tingling. More of that? Gods, yes. Much more.
I trailed my hand over his hip. “Later. Why aren’t you fucking me?”
“I didn’t know if you needed a rest.”
I snorted and turned away from him, lightheaded from pleasure and eager for more. Again I tried the four-legged position, spreading my knees wide, arching my back, giving him the perfect view of my cunt.
Garrison wasted no time in kneeling behind me, telling me with soft, tender words how beautiful I looked, stretching me with his fingers before he notched the head of his delightfully large cock at my entrance.
“I’m gonna take this real slow,” he said, and he did, until the flare of his cockhead pushed inside with a delicious pressure, and my ripples sucked him in all the way.
We both gasped.
It was different like this, tighter, almost too tight. He tensed, fingers digging into my hips. “Fuck, Shohari.” He ran a warm hand over my lower back, and I focused on his touch. “Does this feel okay, sweetheart?”
More than okay, but the fullness, the stretch, it all threatened to overwhelm me. Skyk.
“So full,” I managed.
“Too much?”
I swung my head, whining.
He stroked my side, the rhythmic motions helping me relax. “Hush, it’s okay, sweetheart. You’re doing so well. We’ll just wait here till you’re ready to move. I’ve got you.”
Garrison’s gentle words were so alien, but they sparked delicious twists of warmth deep in my belly, and I fell deeper into the soft feelings he brought out in me.
Care. I wasn’t used to being cared for. It felt… good.
So did his cock. As my body relaxed and stretched to accommodate him, I pushed back, needing more. He rocked his hips, fucking me in shallow movements, every drag and slide over my pussy walls leaving me gasping.
I tried to keep my ripples under control, to let him do this the human way. My poor confused curl was trapped between us, and when he pulled out halfway to sink back inside with a satisfied grunt, it reached around in the air for the balls it couldn’t find.
Strangely, its neediness fed my arousal, my body searching for something else to replace the sensation it was missing.
I pushed back, hard.
Oh, this was what had been missing, Garrison’s rough, deep thrusts as he pounded into me.
So alien. So good.
We slammed against each other, as if trying to prove who could fuck the strongest, satisfying my kri’ith need for battle.
I couldn’t hold back my ripples any longer, an internal orgasm building. Garrison groaned, fighting the draw of my body, adjusting his thrusts as he bottomed out without even trying, my greedy cunt desperate to keep him tight inside me like it expected.
“Really want to make you come,” he said, his ragged voice betraying how near the edge he was, how much he fought for control.
I was there with him, so tantalisingly close, his balls brushing my clit every time he sank home, the ridge of his cock hitting all my sensitive spots. But like yesterday, it wasn’t quite enough, that sharp edge still lingering out of reach.
Shuddering with effort, he slowed. He reached round to stroke my clit, but it wasn’t a natural movement for him.
“It’s okay,” I gasped. “Fuck me. I want to feel you come, mitsha, please.”
With an anguished groan, he grabbed my hips with both hands, gripping me tight. He shuttled into me, fighting my ripples with each thrust until he gave in, burying himself deep. My cunt milked his iron-hard cock, jets of hot cum coating my pussy.
After only a handful of heartbeats, he withdrew, a sharp pang of disappointment hitting me at the abrupt separation.
Careless of his own cum dripping out of me, he shifted onto his back, sucking my clit into his mouth, pressing two, three fingers inside me, twisting them once he realised my cunt wouldn’t let him thrust.
My orgasm built so easily, so quickly.
My knees gave out, and he moaned in bliss, pulling me down so I sat on his face, sucking me in so my clit filled his mouth.
I sobbed as I came, his name on my lips as white-hot pleasure seared through me, and our shared wetness soaked his chin and chest.
I didn’t want to move, but I did, just enough to flop down onto his outstretched body.
I didn’t care that my tits got covered in our cum, just wanted his warmth, his arms around me, his hand in my headspines—and his contented silence, because there weren’t the words in all the languages for how perfect this was, and I wanted to pretend I could hold onto it forever.