Chapter 6 #3
"I may have slathered it on too thick," he said. "I will need to use more force to get through."
I propped myself up on my elbows, my abs protesting as I looked down to see what he was talking about.
My pubic mound and everything between my legs was covered in a thick, creamy wax, like someone had melted a candle all over me and let it harden.
His tip was wedged into a divot in the wax right where it needed to be, but it hadn't made it all the way through.
"You put a chastity belt on me," I said, startled at the sight.
"Females of my origin species wear their mate's secretions," he replied. "Only unmated females are uncovered. Forgive my inexperience; I grew too eager and will need to work harder to get through."
"I do love a man who works hard," I murmured.
He shifted me upward on the bed, sliding his legs back as he covered me. He tucked his arms under my shoulder blades, gripping my shoulders with his hands even as he kept his weight partially off of me by pressing his forearms down into the bed. I could feel him still nestled against my opening.
"Prepare yourself," he said. "I will need to use some force."
"Do what you need to do," I said. "I can take it."
He gave a thrust, and my head rocked upward as my entire body shifted, but still he didn't slide in. He shifted his grip on my shoulders, and then his entire body tensed as he shifted his hips back.
He slammed into me.
The wax gave way with a soft pop, and all at once he was in me, spreading me open, spearing me with the force of his heat, all the way in, waves of bliss stroking through me with the ribbed sensation of him, the tip of him bumping into my internal resistance with a soft blossom of pleasure as my toes curled and I let out a cry and he grunted, his hands tightening around my shoulders and then loosening as his body trembled against mine and his eyes rolled up.
"Don't pass out," I whispered, grabbing onto him. "Stay with me."
"I am here," he said, opening his eyes to stare down at me in wonder, the purple in them swirling about.
Then he shifted back, and I let out a scream as his thick length pulled on me, dragging along my insides with soft strokes, sending lightning racing through my body with the intense, delicious sensation.
He stopped moving, and I nearly bit him in my frustration, but instead I just snarled and clawed at his back.
"Does the scrap-" he was trying to ask me a question, and I needed him to shut the fuck up and fuck me.
"MORE!" I demanded, wrapping my legs around him and digging my heels into his buttocks as I tried to force him back into movement.
He obliged.
His thrusts were slow at first, each slippery length diving into me with glorious ease, and as he pulled back, the lightning flares of sensation, like fingertips running along my insides, finding every fold and crevasse and leaving nothing untouched and unstroked.
I'd never experienced anything so glorious, so maddening, and his speed increased to match my cries and gasps.
Then I was lost.
Lost to him, to the stars, to the sweat gathering on my body, to the glimmers of light that bounced off of him and illuminated the room with flickers of beauty.
I was lost to the explosion of pleasure as the tables were turned and I suddenly experienced the very thing I'd tried so desperately to give away, an immensity of pleasure so great that I would go to any length to have it, to have him, again and again and again.
As I climaxed and convulsed, his movements became frantic and primal and pounding, and then he was deep in me, his thick length twitching, the pulling and stroking fluttering inside of me with the ripples of his hot release filling me up.
He let out a heavy groan and collapsed on top of me, crushing me down to the bed with his weight for a moment before he shifted slightly to the side, still keeping me pinned down with his body even as his heat twitched inside of me.
There was a long space of stillness where all I could hear was the sound of our heavy breathing filling with the vast awareness of my own awe and utter terror.
Now that I had experienced him, what would I do when he left me as all the others did?
I couldn't look at him for fear of that expression I knew so well, that look of pleasure that would fade into regret, the smile that would come soon after to cover it up, and then he wouldn't look at me and he would get dressed and leave, and I would be all alone again.
"First day of freedom and I am captive again," he said, a chuckle in his voice.
He tightened his arm around me, and the strength of his grip made me relax in the midst of my anxiety.
"I might have to completely cover you in my secretions and throw away your clothing, just so that you are just as caught as me. "
"You can do whatever you want to me," I said, fear and hope trembling together in the same breath. "As long as I'm yours."
He propped himself up on one elbow to look down at me, a twinkle in those purple eyes.
"Can I really?" he asked.