A devious smile creeps across my face. I love it when she has no idea what something does. It feels like I’m introducing her to some new realm of pleasure.
"We could start with your breast. I think you’d like that,” I say confidently.
“And where might we be finishing?” Her hand finds her way to her nipple, as though she’s imagining what the pump might feel like there.
“I’d love to finish by pumping this irresistible cunt of yours. To draw more sensation to your prettypussy.”I use the human word she likes and trail my hands over the soft curls of her sex. I’ve learned that Marta enjoys being teased, to have the pads of my fingers just barely touch her lips. She likes her pleasure dragged out as long as possible—and so do I.
“Raf’ere…” She moans my name before closing her eyes. Her cunt throbs just as my thumb brushes over her clit.
I take her reactions as my cue to begin.
I lean forward, sucking her hardened brown nipple into my mouth. I lap at the pebbled skin as Marta runs her fingers through my hair, urging me to stay the course.
But I have important work to do, and nothing will make me shirk my duties tonight.
I release her nipple from my mouth with a pop, and her eyes shoot open as she loses her hold on my head. I grab a small bottle of lubricant and squirt a generous amount into my hand. Rubbing my palms together, I warm the slick liquid before spreading it in broad strokes over Marta’s chest.
She seems to enjoy the roaming of my fingers, so I make a point of kneading the flesh of her shoulders and neck with one hand. The other plucks at the nipple that wasn’t in my mouth, as I certainly don’t want her to think I’m playing favorites between the two. When I find a small knot near her collarbone, I work it until it dissolves.
“You know, you’re really good at massages…why have you been holding out on me?” She places her hand over mine as I work.
“All you had to do was ask—I’ll gladly touch your body whenever you need it.”
“Mmmhmmm…”
“Are you ready?” I ask my mate, holding up the pump just over one of her breasts.
“Um, I guess as ready as I’ll ever be.” Although more relaxed than before, her brows draw together.
“Let me know if the suction is too intense. I don’t know what your human body can handle.”
“Okay, just start slow?”
“Always.” I place the soft plastic dome over her breast. Pushing it down, I try to find the best connection to her skin so that it will be airtight. Because of the lube, it slides easily against her skin.
I take more time sliding the dome than I need to. Marta’s mewling lets me know she enjoys the feeling of it gliding over her breast. But eventually I settle on the perfect position.
I click the trigger and watch as her nipple is gently tugged upwards toward the air valve at the apex of the dome.
“Oh!” Marta peeps, her lashes fluttering.
“Is that alright?” I ask quickly, decreasing the pressure with the quick release in case it hurts. The air whizzes out, and the dome collapses.
“It’s fine…it’s just different than I expected. I thought it would feel like your mouth—but it’s much stronger. It feels like it’s pulling my whole tit up.” She tucks her chin down, getting a better view of her breast. “Do it again.”
“My adventurous little human,” I growl before setting the pump in the same spot again.
I click the trigger a few more times than before, and I watch as a combination of curiosity and concern crosses her face. With each squeeze of the trigger, her flesh is pulled up and more of her delicate breast fills the dome.
Now that it’s securely suctioned against her skin, I move the hand that was holding the pump in place down to her inner thighs.
I avoid her most sensitive spot and dance my fingers up and down the space where her legs meet her cunt. Marta’s body calls to mine, and she juts up her hips.
“That feels so good,” she moans as she makes eye contact with me. “I want more.”
When I move my hand back to the dome, I deliberately trail my finger through the wetness I see collecting between her cunt’s lips. Just the faintest of brushes near her clit is enough to make her moan with pleasure.
The combination of the steam room, the lube, our sweat, and the nectar between her legs is making us both a slippery mess. There is no resistance as my hands glide over her body.
