Chapter 4
Chapter
Four
Masak
For a moment, I thought she was going to laugh it off and back away from me.
If she did, I would file a report at the Courtship Mediation Office to let them know how intense my flirting with this human had gotten, and then wait until they contacted her and checked to make sure my attentions towards her were desired and that she understood what I was doing.
But I didn't need some lawyers interpreting this.
She was absolutely flirting with me.
I had been hesitant in moments, not sure if I should continue.
I hadn't ever been interested in anyone like this before.
I didn't want to risk scaring her away, especially because my species was so different from anything she had on her planet.
But nothing I said seemed to deter her. She just kept talking to me, and then she put her hand around one of my filaments and stroked it as if she were trying to milk it for seed, and it took every part of my self-control to not just grab her.
If she didn't want to slow this down, there was no way I was backing away.
She was gorgeous, talented, and she held on to me like I was a life raft in the endless sea of stars.
"You know, this takes a lot of trust on my part," she said as she put her other hand on me.
Her skin was soft. I could feel the lines in her palms as they pressed down on me as she shifted her weight, standing up on the couch.
She put one knee up on the ledge I had lined up with the top of the back of the couch. "I expect you to honor that trust."
"How can I best honor that?" I asked, every ounce of my attention focused on the words she was saying and what she was doing, where she was placing her body.
Her other knee came up, and all her weight was on my filaments directly now.
She crawled forward until she was fully on the ledge, and then she shifted her knees, sitting her rear down on me.
I could feel the curve of her bottom as it spread out with her weight on it.
She was so lush and soft, I could feel her skin dimpling under the soft layers of fabric that draped around her.
"If I tell you to stop, then stop," she said.
That was a given, but with the other species on board that had different attitudes about that sort of thing, I understood and respected why she felt she had to say it.
"Of course. Though I have a request for you as well," I said as I shifted my filaments under her rear, feeling the curves of her buttocks.
She sucked in a sharp breath as I rolled one along the junction of where her legs met, caressing the curve of her with deliberate intent.
Searching her was important for my safety, that was true, but I had an entirely different motivation.
I had looked up every detail I could find on her biology, and I knew exactly what I was going to do to her.
I rolled the filament there again, adding a small vibration to it.
If she was going to back out of this, I wanted her to end it sooner rather than later, before the hope that she would be the one to free me grew to an unbearable height.
"Anything," she gasped out, her hips rolling forward as her legs spread slightly, giving me greater access.
"If the pressure of my touch is uncomfortable, unpleasant, or unwanted, you will let me know with clear verbal communication," I said, rolling between her legs again before I let my filaments part underneath her, spreading out to envelop and wrap around her legs and hips as if she were sinking into quicksand.
"If you like a particular way I am touching you, and would like more of it, also let me know. "
I stroked along the insides of her thighs, caressing the skin with the fabric as I did exactly what I told her I would do, and felt along every inch of her.
I could feel the pounding of her heartbeat, the quickening of her breath.
As much as I adored the fabric she had covered herself in, it was in my way.
I wanted to touch her bare skin. I wanted to explore every part of her.
But for now, I would have to settle for exploring her through the fabric.
"The way you are touching me now feels good... very good," she said, her face flushing red. "It feels very... oh..."
Her eyes fluttered shut as her back arched, her hips rolling forward again as she pressed into the filament I had slid up between her legs to follow the curve of her cunt, pressing against the outside of it with a firm touch.
I slid the filament up, letting it stroke the entire length between her legs, the end caressing her lower belly as I cupped her firmly in my grip.
Her hands flexed as she pressed them down on either side of her, her fingernails pressing into me as her chest arched.
Her hips made small jerking motions, and I followed them with my filament, moving with her to give her the friction she seemed to be striving for.
She made small noises through clenched teeth, gasping as her entire body quivered.
"You're so beautiful," I murmured.
Her face turned a deeper shade as her eyes opened.
"I was very excited for you to touch me," she whispered. I could feel the dampness between her legs, a wetness that I had put there with my touch. I excited her. I aroused her.
She wanted me.
I needed to be inside her.
I reached out from behind her and enveloped her with my filaments, wrapping around her body as I caressed every inch of her.
I cupped under her breasts, wrapping around them as I felt the peaks, sliding the fabric against them.
I felt the curve of her jaw, ran my more delicate filaments through her hair as I tugged her head back, touching the lines of her throat.
Her lips parted as I ran a filament against them, and I pushed into them, devouring the sensation of her, the glorious slide of the fabric even as the soft exposed parts of her let me know just exactly what her clothes were preventing me from touching, from tasting.
Her tongue moved against me, and I danced with it, reveling in the wet silkiness of her mouth, of the way her lips wrapped around me.
I wanted to feel what it would be like for the hot heat between her legs to be wrapped around me.
The sensation of her consumed me, overtook every ounce of my attention.
There was nothing that existed but the way her body writhed in my grip, her hips bucking as I continued to roll between them, her fingers gripping at me, the peaks of her breasts taunt buttons that twitched as her back arched into my touch.
I lost all sense of my pretense of searching her.
I needed her.
"I need you," I murmured.
I found the edge of her voluminous trousers and slid a filament along it, finding the soft folds of her belly as I wriggled into her pants, finding the downy thicket of her hair, the wet folds of her slit that tasted like there was a portal to heaven between her legs.
Her teeth grazed the filament I had in her mouth, her tongue working to push it out.
Before I did, I parted the slick folds between her legs, sliding my filament in between them, caressing the small nub there as I coated myself in the evidence of her pleasure.
Then I withdrew from her mouth.
"Fuck!" she gasped out.
I slid further, letting the length of me caress the front of her, rubbing delicious friction against her.
"Is that a request?" I murmured.