Chapter 33
My heart squeezed with every gentle kiss Tovis rained down on my face. His words were silly, heartfelt and full of affectionate humor that had my eyes watering with emotion even as my pussy clenched. How could he turn me on so much it hurt and make me want to laugh all at the same time?
I think I love him.
The thought washed over me like a tidal wave, sweeping away any lingering concerns for the future, any hint of reluctance I’d been clinging to. How could I not want more of this?
The sweetness, the care, the effort he put into every interaction. Tovis was as close to the perfect guy as I could dream up. Who was I to throw away such a gift because of circumstances or the small, meaningless reality that he wasn’t human?
I’d fallen asleep in his arms, knowing I wanted him even as I grappled with the thought. Now? There wasn’t a single part of me that doubted I’d made the right choice.
This was a male who’d met me and decided I was his world with no promise of getting anything out of it. He’d hunted me down when the sytos had taken me, charged into battle when he was outnumbered, let himself be caged, starved, beaten, all to be near me when he could have easily freed himself.
He’d put himself between me and danger without a second thought and devoted all his energy to my safety and comfort from day one. And he made me laugh, as if the rest wasn’t more than enough to wedge him firmly in my heart.
I combed both hands into his hair, the coarse strands tangling in my fingers as I tilted his face toward mine.
“Gentle me,” I whispered. “I want to be yours.”
His eyes lit up, and he cradled my jaw in one of his huge hands.
Looming over me, a mountain of muscle, stark red skin and bulky horns, he should have been intimidating.
Some vulnerable, wary, female part of me should be caught up on just how dangerous he looked, how dangerous he could be when the situation warranted it.
But all I could focus on was the twinkle in his eyes, the laugh lines on his face, the pure, happy smile curling his lips. He was beautiful in a completely inhuman way and the faceless partner I’d imagined my future with, transformed into the muscular, red skinned, turoch in front of me.
This was my forever. Nothing like I'd pictured it, but better than I could have ever imagined.
“You’re already mine, Jessa,” he murmured, calloused thumb brushing softly over my chin. “It just took you a bit to figure it out.”
When he kissed me, I let myself melt into him. His lips moved with gentle purpose as we clung to each other. I hitched my leg higher on his hips, opening myself to him as he crushed me to his body.
“Such a beautiful, perfect mate,” he whispered. His hands roamed my naked skin, hot and rough, waking up every nerve and sending shivers of pleasure across my body until I was squirming and panting with need.
Tovis planted one hand on my chest, pushing me down until I was on my back and he ripped his loincloth off, tossing it away before settling over me.
His huge body dwarfed mine, so wide he blocked out the world, solid hips locked between my thighs as he kissed down my chest and cradled my breast, pausing to kiss and suck each nipple until I burned for more.
His horns framed my head as he worked his way down my body and I reached up and wrapped my fingers around the ridged curves, remembering the moment he’d used them to gore the percer bull. They’d been weapons then, but now there wasn’t anything scary about them. They were just part of Tovis.
Hot lips traced lazy circles over my belly and he nipped above my navel, the small sting urging my hips up, and I gasped. He crawled down my body, his weight dragging over the apex of my thighs, just enough pressure and heat to make stars fill my vision but not enough to push me over.
Tovis licked the line where my thighs met my pussy, a heavy exhale rushing over the curls guarding my folds and I panted, torn between the need for him to lick the most sensitive parts of me, and loving the slow build.
He paused.
“What?” I asked, my words almost slurring as I struggled to get my brain to work.
He huffed out a laugh, and I used his horns to lift his head and glare at him.
“Did you just laugh at my pussy?” I demanded. Trusting him enough not to be offended, but feeling strongly that laughing was not the appropriate reaction. He grinned up at me, face framed by my thighs.
“I forgot,” he said, gripping my legs and pushing them up until I was totally bared to him.
“Forgot what?” I couldn’t for the life of me think of what could be amusing him so much when I was naked, on my back, legs splayed.
He ducked down and nudged my clit with his nose, shoulders shaking even as the brief touch sent an aching flutter straight to my core.
“The first moment I saw you,” he said, pausing to lick a hot wet stripe from my entrance to my clit and making my legs tense and my lungs heave. It felt so good, all I wanted to do was let my mind go blank and revel in the sensation. But dammit, he was still talking.
“What about it?” I gasped, fingers clenching on the tips of his horns as I debated just forcing that wonderful tongue back where it belonged.
“You were ripping out your hair.”
I froze. My mind racing back to the moment he’d burst into the spa, and my bubble of delusion had been forcibly popped by the sight of an actual alien in front of me.
I’d been giving myself a Brazilian wax.
“No!” I gasped. I had a single, wide strip of bare skin leading directly to my clit and all the rest of my hair was still firmly rooted in my skin. Tovis had just licked the receding hairline of my pussy.
“Nooo,” I moaned, releasing his horns to cover my face in embarrassment. There were a lot of ways to wax down there, cute hearts, tidy triangles, simple bikini waxes to keep the lawn from spreading into the street.
No one, absolutely no one, wanted all their pubic hair except for a single line down the middle. It was ridiculous. And he was kissing it.
He laughed harder, soundless chuckles I could feel where my thighs rested on his shoulders and with every shaky exhale still teasing at my exposed pussy.
“Don’t laugh,” I begged, wishing I could go back in time and tell past-Jessa that seeing her first alien was no excuse to wimp out on a half-finished Brazilian.
“Why?” he traced my folds with his tongue, pinning me in place with his shoulders as I writhed under him.
“Be-because,” I stuttered, eyes rolling back when he kissed my clit and sucked before flicking his tongue back down to my entrance.
“Hush,” he ordered, kissing and sucking lazily as my words abandoned me and I squirmed.
He ate at me until I was dizzy from panting, my muscles sore from tensing with every wave of pleasure.
When my legs were shaking so hard I couldn’t control them, he turned his head and nipped my inner thigh before crawling back up until we were face to face.
Tovis braced one hand beside my head, the veins in his arm bulging beneath his red skin, the barest glow of dawn straining through the tent walls. I turned my head and kissed his wrist, tasting the salt of his skin as I wound my legs around his hips.
“I love you,” I whispered, looking up at him, breath catching at the happy smile curling his lips. Lips shiny from my arousal.
“I love you, my mate.” He slid a hand under my butt, hitching my hips up and teased his cock at my entrance. “I will treasure this memory for the rest of my life.”
He thrust, one smooth, purposeful motion that sheathed him inside of me.
I gasped, eyes rolling back at the stretch, the perfect slick friction.
He was big, but it didn’t hurt, I’d never been more turned on in my life and the strain of taking his huge cock twisted deliciously in my core, my inner muscles pulsing and clenching on the hot weight of him so hard that I wished I could experience that first joining again.
For a few breaths, neither of us moved, staring into each other's eyes and letting the moment linger, joined as close as two beings could be.
He pulled back, stiffening the arm he had braced over my shoulder, fingers digging into my ass as he let my body fall a few inches, the angle dragging my clit over his length.
My legs started shaking again, and when he rocked forward, he pulled me toward him, our skin slapping together in a solid impact that jolted a guttural moan from my chest and made the muscles in his chest ripple.
He did it again, and again, picking up speed with each steady thrust, until he was pounding into me, nostrils flaring as he manipulated my body, giving each of us exactly what we needed.
My world narrowed to the slick movement between my legs, the rhythmic push and pull. Pleasure jolted through me every time he sank into me, my climax nearing in waves, and sparks danced through my clit with every retreat.
I grabbed his shoulders, nails digging into the bulging muscles as I rocked against him.
“Jessa,” he grunted, his jaw clenched.
“So close,” I whimpered. His next thrust pushed me up the bed, and I squeezed my eyes shut as the sensations overwhelmed me. Tovis groaned, loud and low, the guttural sound setting off a secondary pulse of pleasure as my orgasm dragged out.
His abs tensed and I felt a hot rush inside me as his body lurched forward, and he collapsed on top of me.
For a moment, all I could do was suck in air, my ears ringing.
Somehow, I was invigorated and exhausted all at once, my body shivering with aftershocks as he panted in my ear and he slowly relaxed until I felt like I was being crushed by the heaviest, hottest weighted blanket in the world.
He turned his head and pressed a kiss to my cheek.
“Consider yourself gentled,” he rasped.
I let out a breathless laugh and slid my hands around his sweaty body, holding him tight and wanting to stay here, safe and cherished forever. A sleepy honk from the corner of the tent brought both our heads up, and we watched as Sal stood up in the little nest of rags we’d made him and stretched.
Tovis sighed. “I want nothing more than to hold you,” he said.
“But the smell,” I finished for him.
He grunted and pushed himself up, the movement dragging his softening cock out of me and I shuddered as my over sensitized pussy begged for mercy.
I curled on my side as Tovis staggered to his feet and collected the baby percer before he could relieve himself inside the tent.
Cradling Sal to his chest, he crouched beside me and stroked my sweaty hair away from my face.
I smiled, eyes closing as I savored the affection, weariness sinking into my bones.
I wanted to say something, acknowledge the gravity of what had just happened, but I must have been more tired than I realized, because as soon as I shut my eyes, I fell asleep.