I retreated, bobbing and sinking again in a steady rhythm, with my hands keeping pace. Every time I squeezed his knot, Rema’s moans got growly, his arousal spiking higher in the air and blending with the taste of his precum until my body feltheavy. I could feel his knot swelling, growing harder with every pass of my hand.
When Rema’s moans hit a new pitch, I sank down as far as I could go, my mouth stretched wide. With his cock in my throat, and both of my hands wrapped around his knot to squeeze it tight, Rema came with a ragged groan, his hips thrusting helplessly. His knot was now rock hard, pulsing and swollen tight.
I waited until my lungs burned before pulling back, catching the rest of his cum in my open mouth, swallowing what I could and letting the rest run over my chin. I kept stroking him, keeping one hand tight on his knot until he stopped coming with a few final spurts, his cock twitching in my hands.
I looked up at him, smiling. He was breathing hard, his hair falling down over his shoulders in a wild curtain around his face, but his eyes were focused on me with such intensity that I wanted to preen.
“You came so much, Rema. I’m a mess,” I said, letting go of his cock to swipe my hands through the cum splattered over my breasts. “You did so well. I’m so proud of you.”
I stroked his leg, leaning forward to plant a kiss on his hip.
He shuddered, closing his eyes to breathe deeply before opening them again.
“Thank you.”
I stood slowly, running my hands up his body as I did so. “You’re very welcome. I love the taste of you, so anytime you want to repeat this, you just say the word and I’m on my knees, okay?”
Rema had to close his eyes again and I smiled in satisfaction.
Chapter 17
Patty
Rema washed me witha single minded focus and wouldn’t let me return the favor, telling me sternly that I was a menace and he wouldn’t be tempted further as he was a weak willed male when it came to me and we needed to sleep.
I’d told him I’d sleep when I was dead and he’d shoved the wet washcloth in my mouth.
After some considerable time plucking flowers off my body— the pile had been laughably large— I was now dressed and curledup beside a sleeping Rema, who’d once again curled his wings around me, his big body nearly on top of me. Two of his arms were under his pillow, supporting his head, but the others were holding me close.
In sleep he was even more beautiful, something I didn’t even think was possible. He had elegantly arched eyebrows the same black as his hair that were so well shaped there was no way he didn’t get them done. I reached my hand out to smooth a finger over his brow, marveling at him. He had long black eyelashes that nearly kissed the tops of his sharp cheekbones, and a straight nose that created a profile that reminded me of all those carved statues back on Earth hidden away in museums.
His mouth was full, with a dip in the middle creating a perfect bow. They really were too lush for a male, but on Rema, they fit. He had a strong chin, that was entirely too stubborn for his own good, and a jawline any model would envy.
I sighed, running my fingers down the side of his face to play with the hair that had fallen out of his braid to rest on his cheek.
I loved him. The emotion wasn’t volatile or overwhelming… it was warm and comforting. It fit, like a missing puzzle piece. I'd expected to want to fight it when I finally realized what it was, but no. There was no need to fight. There was no danger here, only open arms and an unwavering support that would never fail me. Rema was it for me, the final piece. So, I accepted it. It was hard not to. Put any woman in a room with an alien male that wanted to give her the universe, and watch her fall like a stone off a bridge. Except the water below wouldn’t be cold and hard, it would be soft, supportive, and ready to cushion her fall.
I snuggled in closer, smiling when his mouth twitched and his arms tightened around me. He’d decided to forgo the shirt tonight, choosing instead to sleep in some very tight black boxer briefs-like underwear, so when I pressed in close it was skin to skin because I’d decided the same. Sleeping in only underwearstill felt like torture, the need to be naked with him at all times was very distracting, and it was one of the reasons I was still awake instead of reaping the benefits of a truly spectacular orgasm.
When I was close enough for my breasts to pillow against his chest, Rema’s eyebrows scrunched, forming a line in between them… and his cock started to harden.
Oops.
“If you don’t stop moving and go to sleep, I’m going to put you over my knee,” Rema mumbled to me, his voice rough with sleep.
I giggled, rubbing my face in his chest. “That’s not exactly the threat you think it is.”
Lips touched the top of my head in a soft kiss. “It wasn’t a threat.”
I scooted up until we were nose to nose, giving him a kiss on the tip. “Was it a promise then?”
Rema’s eyes opened, the silver flecked with little shimmering spots of gold, and smiled at me. “It was. Should I keep it?”
I bit my lip, nodding my head. “Oh, absolutely. You can’t take back a promise.”
With a laugh, he sat up, taking me with him, just long enough to move the wing I’d been lying on out from under us, and then I was laid on my back with him over me, his long hair forming a curtain around our heads. “I am a male of my word.”
He kissed me, softly at first, but when I brought my arms up to wrap around his neck, it deepened to something hot and passionate. Our tongues fought for dominance, even as Rema kneed my legs apart to settle in the cradle of my thighs. I groaned into his mouth when he ground his erection between my legs. I knew we should have foregone the underwear. Though, thinking back to the size and width of his cock, maybe it was a good thing we’d have to pause to remove some clothing.I’d need to get the lube that was tucked away in my side table… right next to the cuffs.
