Now, couldn’t that whole episode of heartache be completely sidestepped by knowing, deep-down to the very marrow in your bones, thatyouare the only one for your significant other because his biology is literally telling you so?
Is the whole notion of having Aloryk being obsessed with me and only me kind of romantic?
Yes.
Does it douse cold water onto the flames of my insecurities?
Also yes.
I grew up watching my dad proclaim undying love for my mom.
And look how that turned out. Words and promises don’t mean shit.
So, maybe me suggesting we try and coax out his twinkles intentionally was partly to save Aloryk from having a heart-attack every time some guy looks in my direction. But it was also for my own peace of mind, too.
Plus, I really wanted to suck his dick.
“I do not know what it is that we could try to ignite my stars,” Aloryk admits as we enter his cozy little hut.
I turn to him, dropping his hand as I look down at the sizable bulge in his loincloth, pointing, very obviously right at me. “Really? Because I think part of you has a few ideas.”
His violet eyes drop to his huge erection and then find mine. I watch him swallow, his Adam’s apple bobbing. Oddly, this huge, dangerous guy has a way about him that makesmefeel like the powerful one. I love it. I don’t think I’ve ever felt as desired as I do when I’m with Aloryk. It gives me a confidence I never knew I had.
“Explain, female,” he asks in a ragged voice, eyes shining brightly and skin-stars racing down his abs to disappear beneath his tented loincloth.
With the way Aloryk is looking at me right now, I feel like I could ask anything of him and he’d give it to me without question. It’s a heady feeling, I will admit. It makes me feel bold. So, I take that boldness and use it to reach up and trace the shape of a heart over one of his broad pecs. I delight in the way some of those skin-stars that were traveling south, change course to come and meet my feather-like touch instead. “I wasthinking-” I start, the tip of my finger going around and around the shape, making the stars mimic the outline of a heart right there on his chest. Aloryk pulls in a deep breath, puffing himself up as if he needed to seem even larger for me somehow. “-that maybe if we increase the amount of time that we’re doing things together, we might be able to coax out those pesky heart-stars of yours.”
“What…things?” The question sounds tense - strained, and it only adds fuel to the fire of my boldness.
A purr revs up behind that heart I’m tracing and I look up at him, abandoning the shape on his chest in favor of slowly gliding my fingertips down his front, loving the way his abs jump and twitch when I give them the barest, whisper-like stroke. Hooking my fingers into the waist of his loincloth I give Aloryk a playful smirk as I tug him toward me. “I thought performing some intimate things might be worth a try?”
Aloryk swallows thickly. “You will allow me to put my mouth to your cunt again? You will make a seat of my face?”
I can’t help the laugh that bubbles out of me as his purr gets impossibly louder, as if the thought of me sitting on his face is making him extremely happy. “That’s what you want to do?”
“More than anything.”
God, they don’t make them like him back home.
“More than anything, huh?” I ask as I begin to slowly walk backward toward Aloryk’s nest, pulling him along very willingly by his waistband. Once the backs of my legs find the nest, I step up onto it, bringing Aloryk and I to a similar height. “I was wondering if you’d let me try putting my mouth on you this time?”
The purring seems to trip over itself for a moment, experiencing a little hiccup before roaring back up again.
“Yes,” is Aloryk’s choked reply, his violet eyes shining as they make a map of my face. And those skin-stars of his -God, it’slike they’ve all got minds of their own and right now, they’ve decided it’s time to have a party.No, not a party, I think as I smile at him, smoothing my palms over his chest, across his broad shoulders and down his powerful arms, watching all the little lights chasing me as I go.
It’s bigger and more chaotic than a party. It’s like afestival.
And somehow, I find myself right in the thick ofFestival de Aloryk, feeling just as much excitement and anticipation as he is.
“I thought I’d starthere,” I say, tapping his lips with my pointer finger before swooping in for a quick peck.
Even though it was hardly a kiss at all -our mouths barely brushed each other- Aloryk looks momentarily stunned. “More,” he grunts, jerking his chin.
“More?” I say, giggling now as I move in slower this time.
“Yes,more.”
The kiss starts off slowly. With a more purposeful press of our lips on my part, and careful study and mimicking on Aloryk’s. The thrill of knowing this man has never kissed anyone before zings down my spine and prompts me to take his hands and place them on my body - namely, on my ass. Aloryk groans into my mouth, his purr vibrating against my boobs as I press them into his chest and he begins to give my butt an exploratory squeeze.
