Chapter 10 #2
Part of me still wanted to take him right there, but I understood his logic. I doubted I’d want to stop once we got started.
He took my wrist again and led me from the room. We were almost to the door leading outside when I stopped him.
“We should go to your room,” I stated.
“Why?” he asked, turning to me with a confused expression.
“I want to be inside you, but I don’t have lube. Your people came here hoping for mates, though, so it’ll probably be easier to find.”
He blinked at me several times. “What is lube?”
“It’s… you know… so nobody gets hurt when…”
He cocked his head to the side, then understanding crossed his face. He leaned in to brush his lips over mine. “It is not a concern.”
“What do you mean?”
He smiled. “Our bodies handle that.”
I let out a single laugh. “You mean I can fuck you as many times as I like, and I don’t have to worry about running out of lube?”
He slid one hand down my chest and cupped my clothed erection. “Yes. And I cannot wait.”
I groaned and pulled him in for a kiss. “Let’s go.”
We linked hands as Eashai pushed open the door, revealing the guest building where my room was a short distance away.
We didn’t sprint across the grass, even as much as I wanted to. We tried jogging for a few seconds, but I quickly found that uncomfortable with my hard-on. So we settled on a brisk walk.
The air conditioning made me shiver as we got inside, but I was already glad for it. We’d both be hot and sweaty soon enough, and it would feel good later.
The door to my room had barely latched when I pushed Eashai against the wall and kissed him again. His hands roamed my chest, and he started unbuttoning my shirt.
The way his fingers traced across my skin was exquisite, and the way he ground against me was maddening.
“May I touch you?” he asked between kisses.
“God, yes.”
He fumbled with my fly for a few seconds, then pushed down both my jeans and boxers in one smooth motion.
My brain short-circuited as he wrapped his hand around my cock, and I let out a long moan as he started stroking.
“Eashai…” I breathed.
He took advantage of my being distracted to push off from the wall and steer us toward the bed.
He stopped beside it and slid my shirt off my shoulders.
There was a soft whump as the fabric hit the floor, then he hooked his thumbs in my waistband and knelt, drawing my pants and boxers to my ankles as he moved.
A gentle tap on my thigh made it clear that he wanted me to sit.
As soon as I was off my feet, he removed my shoes, pants, and boxers.
Then he kissed up my legs—which I spread for him—until he reached my balls, which he gently sucked until I was moaning and almost unable to stay sitting up from how good it felt.
Part of me wanted to protest when he pulled back without touching my cock. But the sound died on my lips when I noticed him tugging on his shirt as he stood.
I’d already seen his chest when we were at the beach on Lyll.
But it was different this time as he tossed aside his shirt, and I was able to appreciate it with a fresh perspective.
I wanted to run my fingers through the hair covering it, see how the skin darkened, and to what hue, when he had a flush of pleasure.
Eashai threw aside the shirt and started fumbling with his belt, but seemed to struggle a bit. So I hooked my thumbs through the belt loops on his jeans and pulled him closer so I could remove them for him.
“I never asked,” I murmured as the belt came loose and I worked on his fly. “Why do you wear jeans here and not those loose pants like you did on Lyll?”
He chuckled as I drew the zipper down. “When I first arrived, I liked to explore off the trails. Weeds and underbrush kept catching and tearing my pants. Somebody suggested I try jeans instead. While they are not as comfortable, I find them more suited to life here.”
“I see,” I replied as I finished pulling down his zipper, then curled my fingers into his waistband. I glanced up to see a soft smile on his face. “May I?”
He nodded. “Yes.”
I turned back to focus on his pants as I started pulling them down. My mouth watered as I got my first look at the patch of dark hair at the base of his cock, then the blue skin of his shaft was revealed. I moaned as he finally sprang free, long and slender.
I couldn’t help myself as I leaned in and ran my nose through the hair before licking that beautiful cock.
“Gene…” he moaned, leaning into the touch.
His tone spurred me on. I abandoned my task of removing his pants in favor of sucking his dick. Each gasp, every moan, the way his hips stuttered when I traced a vein with my tongue just right, they were all discoveries waiting to be explored at length.
A noise of protest escaped when Eashai put his hands on my shoulders and pushed me back.
“Gene,” he said softly, then his cheeks darkened with a blush. “I wish to have you inside me when I…” His expression changed to the one he used when he was trying to find the right word.
“Come?” I asked.
“Pardon?”
I smiled, shifted, reached up, and pulled him down for a kiss. “I believe the word you’re looking for is orgasm, but we use ‘come’ as the more common slang.”
He smiled softly against my lips. “Ah, yes. I did recall there was another word that was preferred. Yes. I would like to come when you are inside me.”
I pecked his lips again. “Ok.”
He shimmied the rest of the way out of his pants, then kicked off his shoes before climbing onto the bed with me.
I laid back, pulling him down with me until his chest was against mine and our legs tangled. My hands roamed his back in an attempt to touch as much of him as possible, and every place our skin came together tingled.
How could I have ever thought about leaving him behind?
Eashai ground against me, his cock sliding against mine where they were trapped between us. The way he panted as we kissed and moved against each other told me how close he was better than any words could.
It was the same for me. We were still squarely in the foreplay stage, yet it was the most intense sexual experience I’d ever had.
And it wasn’t enough.
I slid my hands down his back to grab his ass. He immediately moaned and shifted to give me better access.
I kneaded his perfect asscheeks for several seconds before pulling them apart and allowing my fingers to explore between them.
I groaned when I felt his wetness. He hadn’t been kidding when he told me that lube wasn’t needed, and he was clearly aroused.
My fingertips brushed his entrance, and he let out something that sounded like a curse.
“What was that?” I asked.
He chuckled and buried his face against my shoulder. “It has no good translation.”
“Was it a good word?”
He lifted his head to smile at me. “Very good. That felt nice.”
“So I should do it again?” I teased as I gently massaged the ring of muscle.
“Gene…” he breathed, his eyes fluttering shut as he subconsciously moved against my hand.
“You’re so handsome,” I murmured as I felt it loosen enough for me to start working a finger in and out.
His eyes opened, and he smiled at me. “As are you.”
“Kiss me?” I asked, not wanting to stop playing with his ass.
He took my face in one hand and kissed me, gently at first, but quickly becoming more heated.
The kisses stopped, however, as I pushed my finger a bit deeper. Eashai dropped his head to my shoulder and panted against me.
“You ok?” I asked.
“It has been many years,” he admitted. “I had forgotten how intense it can be.”
“The mating rush?”
He shook his head into my shoulder. “Being with another person.”
I froze, then shifted my hand from his asscheek to the small of his back, where I tightened my hold on him. “Oh, E, I’m so sorry.”
He pushed up enough to gaze down at me. “We are together now. That is all that matters.”
He leaned in to kiss me again, sweet and full of longing.
I savored the way he explored my mouth with his tongue; the tiny whimpers as I moved my finger just right inside him. He was right. He was mine, I was his, and that was all that mattered.
One finger became two as he loosened around me.
Soon his movements against my hand became erratic as he chased the pleasure, and I knew he was ready.
I pulled my fingers from him and managed not to make a complete fool of myself as I successfully flipped us, with him on the mattress and me kneeling over him.
I was reminded that it was still the middle of the afternoon as sunlight streamed through the window and danced across his skin.
The flush of pleasure I’d so wanted to see had tinted his face and shoulders a bit more to the purple end of the blue spectrum.
His nipples were taut, his cock hard and resting against his stomach, and a smear of precum had left a shining trail across his torso.
He was stunning.
“Do you need more stretching?” I asked as I settled between his parted legs.
“I believe I am ready,” he replied, lifting his hips to give me access.
I gave my cock a few strokes with the hand that had been inside him, using some of his natural wetness to coat it. I slid it between his asscheeks for a bit more coverage. Then I lined myself up and started to push in.
My mate’s tight wet heat was already perfection, but it was somehow made better by the sounds he made. He moaned my name like it was the only word he knew, and the scratching of fingernails against the sheets was a testament to the amount of pleasure coursing through him.
I took my time, rocking into him a bit deeper each thrust, giving his body time to adjust to having a partner again. Finally, I was fully sheathed in him, and I lowered myself to be chest-to-chest, kissing him until he was ready.
Eashai wrapped his arms around my neck and rolled his hips. It was the sign I’d been waiting for.
I pulled almost all the way out, then pushed back in slowly. My handsome mate shuddered beneath me, and his fingers tightened against my back.
Some previously unknown part of me awoke, demanding I fuck him hard and fast—mark him with my cum.
I tamped it down. That wasn’t who we were as a couple. Hard and fast was ok—and likely in our near future. Me being a possessive shit, was not.
“Gene…” he moaned as I set a steady pace.
I explored his perfection with every thrust and sought out discoveries of what brought him extra pleasure.
My mate deserved to feel cherished every time we made love.
We kissed, and—when Eashai’s moans and gasps were too frequent—I explored his skin with my mouth. I nipped his jaw and sucked on his Adam’s apple. His stubble scraped my face, and the little scratches served to make my nerves more sensitive to every bit of pleasure.
His heels dug into my ass, spurring me on. His fingernails left trails on my back, and soon enough, all he seemed to be able to say was my name and an assortment of curses in his language.
It wasn’t as if I was far behind. My thrusts had sped up and turned erratic. The only thing that kept me from chasing my orgasm was wanting him to come first.
Eashai snaked one hand between us, and his knuckles dug into my middle as he wrapped his fingers around his cock.
“Don’t hold back, E,” I grunted. “I’m right there.”
He nodded and stroked himself a bit faster.
“I love you,” I panted while kissing his jaw.
“Gene…” he moaned, his entire body tensing as his cock started pulsing between us.
There was no holding back, my hips stuttered—movements becoming erratic—as I started to come.
“Eashai… Eashai…” I chanted as I spilled inside him.
I tipped my forehead against his as both our orgasms tapered, lips close, but neither of us had caught our breath enough to kiss. The heat of his exhales across my skin ignited my nerves in ways I didn’t expect.
We stayed that way for several seconds, until my cock decided it was too sensitive to be inside him. I pulled out, flopped to the side, then tugged him into my arms to cuddle.
“Hi,” I murmured as I finally felt capable of speech again.
He smiled and met my gaze. “Welcome back.”
“Huh?”
He chuckled. “Apologies. That was habit. It can sometimes feel like an…” he paused. “Away from the body?”
I blinked, momentarily confused, then it sank in. “You mean when you come?”
He nodded. “It is different, then I return to normal. I assumed it was the same for you?”
“Yeah,” I admitted, smiling softly. “I think I get it now.”
He tangled our legs together, then leaned in to kiss me. I returned it eagerly as we took turns exploring each other’s mouths.
We stayed that way, savoring the moment.
But the rush wasn’t over, and my cock was quickly hardening again.
It was my Eashai who took the initiative, moving a hand between us and wrapping it around both our cocks.
“Is this acceptable?” he asked as he started stroking.
“More than,” I replied. “I think we’d both regret it if we overexerted ourselves.”
He smiled. “There are many paths to shared pleasure.”
We kissed until breathing was more important, then our foreheads came together and we panted in the narrow space between us.
I was oversensitive, and it seemed he was as well. It didn’t take long for both of our movements to become erratic as we thrust into his grip.
I was the one to come first that time, but the way Eashai cursed as soon as I did told me that my cock pulsing against his had been enough to tip him over the edge.
We shared a laugh as I said “hi” again, and he welcomed me back.
Somehow, the simplicity of it was… us.
Then Eashai made a face, scrunching his nose as he shifted on the bed.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, wondering what was bothering him.
“There is a…” he scrunched his nose again, “wet spot.”
I blinked, then shifted. “I’m sorry. I’ll get a towel, then you can be on the other side.”
“You need dry sheets.”
I frowned. “I’m sorry. I don’t know where they keep the spare linens and…”
He chuckled and cut me off by leaning in to kiss me. “No. Dry sheets.”
I shook my head. “I’ll find out where they keep the fresh…”
He burst into laughter. “No, my love. If I am interpreting your confusion properly, it is because you do not have dry sheets on Earth.”
My heart nearly burst at him referring to me as his love, then I remembered there was more to that statement. “Are they special?”
He nodded. “The fibers are designed to remove moisture, even spend from intercourse.”
“No wet spot?”
“No wet spot.”
“That… sounds nice.” I sighed. “In the meantime… I’ll get a towel.”
He shook his head and tugged me close again. “It can wait. I would rather deal with the wet spot than be without you beside me for even a few minutes.”
I smiled. “Ok. It can wait… for now. But I’ll grab some towels from the bathroom before the next round.”
He grinned and nodded. “Agreed.”
We cuddled close and let comfortable silence wash over us… until I heard a soft snore. I glanced at my new mate to see he’d fallen asleep.
I yawned. “A nap before the next round sounds perfect,” I whispered.