He grinds his hips against me. “Nowyou’re talking!”
My research also tells me that we might need to be creative with our sexual logistics. Unless he has augmentations he has not informed me of, it is unlikely he will be able to tolerate me fucking him.
And there is nothing wrong with that. It is more important to me to know we have crossed this emotional threshold with each other than it is to worry about specific sexual acts. I know how to pleasure myself, and having his hands or mouth on my cock will only intensify that pleasure. I do not need to breed any specific bodily orifice of his.
Holding him in my arms will satisfy my heart and soul in a way I now crave and long for.
Thatis the need Itrulywish to slake.
I was not wearing a tunic when he arrived. Now, his hands roam my chest and back in a way he never has before. “Do you wish to move to my bed, love?” I ask.
He grins. “I thought you’d never ask, big guy.”
I scoop him into my arms much as I did that night he got drunk here in my quarters. This time, I am kissing him the entire way. And when I gently set him on my bed, he quickly shimmies out of his trousers and underwear, leaving him naked before me.
His cock is smaller than mine, but I also know from my research he is above average for a human, so there is that. It is also hard and leaking clear pre-cum that my mouth waters in anticipation of tasting.
I shove my brahkhen to the floor and climb onto the bed, straddling his legs. “There are certain things we might not physically be able to do because—”
“I know. Huge cock. Got it. There will be augmentations in my future.” He tries to pull me down for another kiss, but I make him wait.
“Please discuss this with me.”
He lets out a frustrated groan. “I’ve already looked into it. The expert on human-Pfahrn pairings, Dr. H’looder, is based out of this space station. I can afford it, easily and many times over. We’ll settle into this between us, and I’ll make an appointment to go in, talk to him, and get it scheduled.”
“You do not have to do that if you do not wish to.”
He sits up and cups my face in his hands. “Dude. I’m in this for life. I don’t know how to make that any more plain to you. I don’t mind getting it done. I’m kind of looking forward to it, if you want to know the truth.”
He sighs. “The question is, will you be okay not having kids with me? We can always adopt. It’s not that I don’t want kids. But they don’t have reproduction between a human and a Pfahrn nailed down yet.”
It feels like I stand on the brink of a precipice. “It is more important to me to have love in my life. You are right—we can always adopt. I do not want children if I do not have my mate for life. I wish that mate to be you.”
We kiss, and time melts away. I suppose the stories I have read get that correct after all. They were human romance books, and in them it talked about emotions and desires and sensations. I wanted to understand sex beyond watching pornography or reading scientific articles.
The world seems to disappear as we kiss. He leans back, pulling me with him, until my arms are braced on the bed on either side of him, my body caging his.
His hands still roam my torso, my arms. “Your skin feels thick.”
“Pfahrn used to have thick, armored scales. We no longer do, but some remnants remain.”
He traces the outline of one such remnant feature on my own skin. “I can see the shapes of them.” He chuckles. “I guess you won’t slip out of my arms in the shower, huh?”
“No, but you might.” I lick from between his nipples up to his neck, to his chin, and he moans as I do. He tastes delightful. “You will prove quite slippery.”
“That’s me, your slippery, cocky slut.” His hands travel lower, to my waist, but his gaze focuses up, on mine. “I want to make you feel good.”
“Having you promising to be minedoesmake me feel good.”
“I mean I want to make you come. I want to hearyoumoan. I want to pleasure you.”
I shift my weight to my left arm. Reaching down with my right hand, I take his left in mine and shift it to the side, placing it over my pouch. I cup my hand over his and massage it. When I speak, my voice is hoarse from passion and emotions building within me. “Like that.”
After a few minutes of that, I show him how to curve his fingers up inside me and withdraw my cock. It hardens in his hands almost immediately, already slick from my juices.
He draws in a sharp breath. “Thank you, universe!” Before I can stop him, he’s scooted down the bed and starts stroking me with both hands. To his credit, he does manage to get the head of my cock into his mouth, where his tongue does things to me I have never felt before.
Perhaps I have died and reached Paradise?
