Task at hand, Marta, Jesus.
I try not to think about it and do my best to replicate his motions. Slowly but surely, I can feel my body’s resistance against the water. Before I know it, I’m floating up.
“Oh my god!” I say, almost surprised it’s working.
“That’s it, kick harder!” Raf’ere almost sounds giddy.
I get a little overeager and feel my body begin to tilt. It threatens to sink back down.
Before I can give up, I feel a huge hand brace itself dangerously low on my belly. I want to freeze, and my legs halt their motions. Raf’ere’s hand still supports me, causing my hips to float up, and my ass to break the surface of the water. I don’t let go of the wall, but I do look back at him over my shoulder.
“Good girl,” Raf’ere breathes as we lock eyes.
I should tell him to let me go, I should put my clothes on.
Instead, I start word vomiting things to avoid the feeling of heat pooling between my legs.
“I, I did what I did in the shower to self soothe. It’s how I calm myself down,” I blurt out.
Why the hell is that the first thing that came out of my mouth? Oh, who knows, maybe it’s the lack of blood currently flowing to my brain?
“But why didn’t you stop when I caught you?” His voice is deep as he stares into my soul.
“Because…because I didn’t want to. I wanted you to see, but I don’t know exactly why.”
Oh god, please, please, please, let me stop telling the truth.
“I liked it. I liked seeing you lost in pleasure.” Raf’ere’s eyes darken, and his fingers curl against my belly as his gaze rakes over my exposed ass.
Raf’ere’s other hand roams up my backside. The fact that it’s out of the warm water in combination with his smooth hand sliding over my skin makes me buck involuntarily.
“Did that feel good, Marta?” He asks, even though he already knows it does.Is he toying with me?He slides the hand on my stomach lower, tracing his fingers just above my mound.
I whimper into the crook of my arm.
“Do you need a release, human? Are you so frustrated with me it makes you want to come?” His fingers are now gently tracing the curls of my pubic hair, and I involuntarily am pressing my thighs together. It feels so fucking good.
Marta, don’t let him get the better of you. You’re not some simpering little horn dog!My mind is full-out yelling.
“I can do it myself, thank you very much.” I try to press my hips back, hoping he’ll slide his hand back up.
“You silly little human. I could make you come harder than you ever have. You don’t even know what a good orgasm is, Marta…” His mouth is so close that I can feel the warmth of his breath on my hip. “I’d milk that cunt for every bit of pleasure it could handle—and then when you thought you couldn’t take anymore, I’d push you past bliss.” He growls as his finger slides just over my clit before he pauses. “Do you want that? Do you want me to make you feel good, like you wanted me to see you come?”
I am nothing better than a weak woman begging for an alien to touch her pussy.
“Yes,” I whisper.
At my consent, his hand slides deftly over my clit. Using the large pads of his two fingers, he strokes up and down over the sensitive flesh.
I’m too far gone to think about anything but instant gratification, and I press my hips into his hand.
“So, this little gem is as good as the videos would have me think, then? Does it make your human cunt ache with need?” The muscles of my pussy contract sharply as he bites the flesh of my hip.
“Ugh, fuck,” I moan, holding onto the edge of the pool for dear life.
“I like it, almost as much as I like the wealth of softness here,” he purrs, grabbing the meat of my ass and digging his four fingers into my flesh. “What’s it called?”
“My h-hips?” I stutter as I grind onto his hand.
