But I can only grin because she did not say no to it happening again.
I leap to my feet. “You stay still. I will cleanyounow.”
And I set about doing just that and preparing a dinner fit for a queen. Well, a queen ready to eat what rations we have in our pack.
EIGHTEEN
KSENIA
Well,that was. . . an unexpected turn of events. I’m shocked and still a little turned on, even though I came. And camehard. From essentially dry humping. Though by the end, there was nothing dry about it. He had a lot of cum. Not an unmanageable amount, but a lot. But I guess he’s a lot of man.
And I know I like it when the guy takes charge, but I haven’t really explored it that much. A little orgasm denial here, a little light choking there. I’d love to get laid more often, but in my line of business, trusting anyone long enough to get naked with them. . . Well, it’s usually not a risk I’m willing to take.
But nothing about Kharon is usual, I suppose. And that was the best orgasm I’ve ever had. Like, in my whole life. There was barelyanydenial, and yet it was the hottest fucking thing. What would it be like if we really got into it? I bite my bottom lip, thinking about all those hands of his. . .
My eyes stray his way. After cleaning us up, he made good on his promise to make dinner. Now, through the rectangle overhead, I can see it’s nighttime.
Except I’m, uh, not especially sleepy.
Ishouldbe tired after our intense day. But I feel like I just made an amazing discovery. I mean, how can it be the best sex of my life when we didn’t even really get to have sex? And oh my god, that cock of his. It’s huge.
It would definitely be. . . I bite my lip again. A challenge. And I can be a dreadfully curious girl.
I shake my head. What am I even thinking? It’s wrong to be so horny right now. I have a life to get back to. Revenge to plan. Then I look back at the ceiling.
It’s not like we’re going anywhere tonight. Maybe it’s just the intense, death-defying situation that’s making me so horny. That’s probably all it is. It’s just a primal reaction. So, if I get this out of my system now, I’ll be able to focus even more when I get back.
Dammit, I know I’m rationalizing. Throughout dinner and Kharon preparing a nice little nest of sleeping bags for the night, all I can think about is jumping him again.
I’m obsessing over what it would be like with my underwearoffthis time. Is that even a possibility? Sex between whatever his kind is and humans? Would he. . .fit? My breathing gets choppy every time I think about it. Not with fear but with. . . anticipation.
I’ve stretched myself before. An internet Dom I had a thing with one summer really liked it when I fisted myself. So I’m horribly curious to try and see if Kharon will fit.
I—I trust him. I don’t trust anyone. But I trust him.
Even if it’s just the tip of him inside me. . . I squeeze my legs together and watch Kharon’s backside as he feeds more wood into the fire.
His pants got all messed up from his cum, so I said he should wash them. He agreed, taking them right off and walking aroundnaked ever since. Which hasn’t exactly been helping meavoidsexy thoughts.
Especially since whenever he looks at me, I watch his cock stiffen. He turns away whenever that happens, but then I’m treated to the sight of his very tight, shapely ass. I want to squeeze it. Like how he squeezed mine earlier and notched me into position against his?—
A little squeak escapes my throat, and he turns from the fire to look at me. “Did you say something?”
I fist my hands, my fingernails biting into my palm with my need for him. I pulled my shirt and cargo pants on after the sex, but his ease with nakedness makes me bolder than I might have been otherwise. So I tug off my shirt again and walk closer to the fire where he arranged the sleeping bags.
“I want to have sex,” I say.
His eyes, which have been staring at my breasts since I took my shirt off, jump to my face. I look at his mouth, so I see when he smiles. “Sex? You want to be my consort?”
I shrug, a little confused by his wording. “I want to have sex with you. I don’t know if you’ll fit.” I slip my hand beneath my pants to rub my clit. “But I want to see if you will.”
He starts nodding, his head moving up and down exaggeratedly. “Yes. I want this as well.”
“Okay,” I say, my body relaxing and loosening as I continue touching myself. “But we’ll have to go slow.”
He just keeps nodding. “Yes. You say how fast or how slow.”
I peek down at his cock, and it’s gone fully hard, bobbing against his stomach. I grin, liking how I can affect him just with my words and some visuals.
