“We willbothclean,” he countered. “Please do not argue.”
She studied him for a moment. He’d relaxed and was so much more comfortable with her now than even an hour ago. The change was astounding, but she didn’t want to have any setbacks.
“Okay, deal.”
They moved in unison, a dance between people who were comfortable sharing space, each of them aware of the other’s body as they wove around one another until all the dishes were clean and put away.
“Come on,” she said, taking him by the hand and pulling him to the large pile of cushions. “I want you to tell me some stories.”
She flopped down, settling into a comfortable position as she pulled him down with her. He didn’t protest, sitting beside her. Margot casually slid one leg over his and leaned her head against his shoulder. She felt him tense slightly, but that was all. Like a frog in a pot of hot water, she’d slowly acclimated him throughout the evening, getting him to come out of his shell. To her delight, it seemed her efforts had borne fruit.
“Tell me about the seasons here. What are they like?” she asked casually, shifting to an easy topic.
His last bits of tension washed away as he told stories of storms and the subsequent burst of life the waters elicited from the fertile soil. And the more he talked, the more she curled up against him, snuggling close as he spoke, enjoying his warmth and masculine scent as he regaled her with his many tales.
“So, that was how I decided on this tree,” he said. “The most sturdy and hard to access in this area. I think the place turned out pretty nice, don’t you?” he asked, turning his head toward her.
Margot’s lips pressed against his, her hand gently grasping the back of his head, pulling him to her. He hesitated a split second before instinct overrode fear, his mouth knowing what to do despite his lack of practical experience.
She could feel his heart racing, thundering hard in his chest. And that wasn’t all that was hard. But she would wait. It wasn’t time. Not yet.
They kissed with increasing intensity, mouths opening, welcoming each other’s tongue in a delightful dance of buzzing electric desire. Desire and want that was building in each of them by the second. He had been abandoned as a boy, but this wasn’t something you were taught. This was hard coded into his very DNA.
His hands moved across her body, feeling her, grasping firmly but not too hard as he took in every inch of her, savoring the feel of her ass in his palm, her neck, her breasts.
“Yes, like that,” she cooed, pulling her top off as he teased her nipples.
His mouth lowered to them, sucking her nipples greedily, his erection pressing firmly against her leg right through his trousers. Now was the time, at long last.
Margot slid her hand into his waistband, pulling his cock upward, freeing it in one fluid motion, the pulsating heat of it intense in her grip. He was leaking pre-cum, the fluid sticky-slick coating her hand as she began stroking him, going slow so as not to overwhelm him. Huge and manly as he was in all other ways, Braxxos was still a man who had grown to maturity without female contact. This was going to be slow and steady, and it would be special.
Margot shimmied out of her bottoms and pushed him onto his back, her pussy wet and ready as she straddled him, pressing his cock’s thick head against her straining hole until he was nearly inside her.
“Are you ready?” she asked softly.
“I-yes,” he replied, his voice low and husky with want.
She smiled and settled down onto his length, taking him deep in a single stroke. Braxxos gasped, his body tensing from the sensation. A bliss he’d never imagined and now wondered how he had ever gone without. Margot began riding him, churning in a slow rhythm, taking her time, kissing him deep as she felt the ball of heat in her belly burst into something far hotter.
Whatever it was they had done to her, the pigments living in her flesh were making the whole experience so much stronger. So much more intense. And even taking things slow, her body was positively tingling with excitement.
Faster she rode, her climax building already, the intensity of his groin pressing against her throbbing clit sending her over the edge far sooner than she anticipated.
“Fuuuuck!” she blurted, her body going rigid as a shockwave of blinding white static filled her senses, blinding her as it flowed over her entire trembling body.
Margot’s pussy spasmed as she fell over, Braxxos’s wonderful cock still hard and deep inside her.
“Are you okay?” he asked as they rolled together.
“I’m wonnnnderfulll,” she sighed with delight.
Her breath caught in her throat as he began thrusting, her legs spread wide as he now lay atop her, instinct driving his pelvis forward and back with firm, long strokes. His flexible torso did yeoman’s work, his cock angled just right from his novel alien musculature’s motions, pressing right against her G-spot with every thrust.
“Oh God! Oh fuck!” she cried out as another orgasm unexpectedly slammed through her, drawn out from deep inside by this shockingly skilled man. There were some things you couldn’t teach, and, apparently, fucking like a god your first time ever was one of them.
He moved with her, following her body’s cues, adjusting this way and that as needed, keeping her in a state of perpetual climax, riding wave after wave of orgasmic bliss until she couldn’t take it anymore. Her body began trembling, her head thrashing side to side from the sheer intensity of it, and yet somehow this magnificent man still maintained.
His stamina was incredible, far greater than any man she’d ever been with, but she could feel him getting close, her pigments somehow knowing he was on the verge. And that was a good thing. She honestly couldn’t take much more of this. It was just too good. Too much.
