2
“What are you doing?” he asks, his voice a little lower than before.
“Showing you your prize.”
“Prize for what?” He shifts on the seat.
“For being amazing…for being mine.”
He nods and his eyes narrow. “I will accept my prize for being amazing.”
I let the dress fall forward exposing my breasts. My nipples are hard and I pull in a deep breath, my chest hitching upward.
“You are beautiful,” he whispers.
“Do you want to see more?”
“I have wanted that dress off your body from the moment you put it on.”
His words thrill me and make me feel so sexy and wanted.
“I think your wish is about to be granted.” I push it, wriggling my hips slightly to help it on its way. The lavish material slips down my legs and pools at my feet.
He starts to stand up, a flash of naked desire flashing over his eyes. His muscles are tense and his lips a flat determined line.
“No, stay there.” I point at the chair. “Stay seated.”
He hesitates for a second, as though deciding whether or not to obey me. Then he does and tugs on his beard.
I run my right hand down from the hollow of my throat, over my right breast and then over my left, tugging on my nipples.
His nostrils flare.
I’d put money, not that I have any, on him being doubly hard and ready for action just from seeing my upper half naked.
“You like what you see?” I ask in a soft voice.
“More than like.” He cups his groin. “I love it.”
I smile and trace both hands over the dips of my waist and the flare of my hips and then back up again. “You want to touch me?”
“You know I do. I want to give you an orgasm, lots of orgasms.”
“I want what you want.”
He pokes out his tongue, the end splits. “Come here, let me lick your pussy again.”
“Oh no, not that, not tonight.” I point at his tongue. “Put that back.”
He raises his eyebrows.
I guess he’s never been told to do that before. I hold in a smile. “Put that away, I have other ideas.”
His tongue slides back between his lips.
I step away from my dress and saunter over to him, the warm air sliding over my flesh.
His gaze moves from my breasts to the juncture of my thighs.
When I am standing before him, the night sky behind me, I run my fingers through my pubic hair. It grew thick on the journey to Planet Hade and I’ve left it, enjoying the feel of it. And Ar-Hagan certainly doesn’t seem to mind it.
“You should get naked too,” I say, my heart tripping along in anticipation.
He doesn’t speak, but kind of grunts as he shucks off his pants. His two cocks stand erect and proud and he grips each in his hands. I notice his tail, hanging to his right side, it is quivering, especially the tip.
“I want your seed,” I say.
“So bend over, I’ll give you it, both holes.”
“I am not ready for that.” I straddle his thighs, opening up for him. “But I will take one of your cocks into my pussy.”
He reaches for my waist, his big hands practically spanning it. “Which one. Which cock?”
“Do you have a preference?”
He shakes his head. “No, I just want to be inside your body.”
I position myself over his base cock. I am wet and ready for him, my state of arousal has me hot and tingling. My pussy kisses the tip and I lick my right palm, slowly, looking into his eyes. “I’ll make it good for both of your cocks.”
He doesn’t reply, his entire body is tensed to steel. It has been many years since he fucked, his heart must be going faster than mine and I admire his restraint.
“You’re so big,” I say, lowering and taking an inch of him. “Big and hard.”
“More,” he grinds out.
I do as he asks, my body adjusting to him. He feels amazing and hot and solid and as I sink a little more I use my wet palm to secure his upper cock to my mound, sinking it into my pubic hair.
He closes his eyes and groans. His hips shift upward, penetrating me farther.
I bite on my bottom lip. He’s stretching me so much, a dense, thick invasion that is filling me deliciously.
“Mel…my love,” he gasps and runs his hands into my hair and holding it firm. “You are so warm and soft around my cock and tight…you are tight to fuck.”
“We fit perfectly.” I gasp and take the last of his cock until my buttocks are on his thighs.
He pulls me in for a kiss. Our tongues tangle. We are as one. So connected, so blissfully entwined.
“I could release my seed now,” he says against my lips. “It has been so long and you feel so good, but I want you to orgasm.”
“I want that too.” I rock forward.
The sudden hard sensation on my clit is divine. The root of his upper cock perfectly positioned and wonderfully hard to grind on. My hips take on a life of their own thrusting and gyrating so that I hit all of my hot spots.
He keeps his hands in my hair, a wonderfully possessive hold, and is breathing fast as he stares into my eyes.
I grip his shoulder with my free hand, holding on as I build the pressure in my clit. His upper cock is a granite rod and I stroke the tip, slipping my finger around his glans and into the slit.
“Orgasm for me,” he says hoarsely. “I want you to…now.”
“I am…oh, yes…I’m coming. I’m coming, oh….yes…” I wail as I fly through a wonderfully intense orgasm. I don’t hold back, jerking on and off his cock as I rub against him. The pleasure spins through my entire body and my pussy hugs and releases his shaft.
He gives a long guttural groan that I adore and his hot seed fills me in three powerful waves. His upper cock releases onto my hand and I use it as lube to rub his shaft as he bucks his hips, spearing farther into me.
He says something in his native tongue and then snaps me close for a wild, feral kiss. We are struggling to catch our breath and my pulse is thudding in my ears.
After-shocks, rapid and powerful, attack my pussy and I keep on spasming around him as my body shakes.
“It’s so good,” he says breathlessly. “To share that moment of pleasure. To have a mate who gets the same experience. The same thrill.”
“It is very different?”