I recall back to fumbling around when I lost my virginity and got pregnant.Hehadn’t seen boobs before either, but he didn’t make me feel like this. Like I’m something worth worshiping.
Covering his hands with my, much smaller ones, I press him more firmly against my flesh, wondering if he can feel how my nipples are starting to pebble against his palms. It wasn’t like this before. It wasn’t slow and exploratory, it was quick and unmeasured. I move my hands down his wrists and up his forearms, feeling the map of ridges and bumps from his patchwork of scars. He has more on one side of his body - the side with his covered eye. There are less skin-stars on that side, too. The ones that I can see, tend to bump around the scars like they’re physical obstacles, or disappear altogether once they touch the damaged skin like they’d fallen into black holes.
I continue to smooth my palms up and down his huge arms as Zyntarr starts to gently knead my breasts - his attention sending little lightning bolts straight between my legs. He’s the first of us to let out a groan, and I can’t tell if it’s from touching me, or from how I’m touching him in turn. His wings flare, the lower flight feathers dipping into the water. His skin-stars aredancing all over his body like excitable little lightning bugs in an array of neon colors. Truly, he’s a beautiful sight to look at… to touch… to drink in.
The sensations are all a bit new to me - or at least, I haven’t felt this way in a very, very long time. I haven’t allowed myself to. I almost don’t know what to do - as clueless as a Trixikka, I guess. But call it instinct, or call it being horny-as-hell, I can’t help it when I reach for one of his hands and guide it southward down my body.
And if I thought Zyntarr had looked shocked before…
It takes a second or two for him to process what I’m guiding him to do, and where exactly that hand of his is going as it now plunges into the dark of the river. But that first brush of his fingers against my mound, that first cup of his huge hand covering my sex completely - it… it feels-
Zyntarr jerks and groans, his wings shuddering as they arch high above us, his skin-stars all racing down his chest, past his abs and into the water where they join together at his-
Oh.
There’s a spurt of something sparkly in the water before the river carries it away down stream, twinkling like glitter confetti caught in a breeze.
Is that his…?
“Did you just-”
His breathing is heavier now as he looks at me, his good eye framed with a heavy lid. “I apologize, my Bea,” he almost pants. “I… I could not help it. Gifting me with this honor… uh…excitesme beyond measure.”
Zyntarr abruptly pulls his touch away from my body. “I…” His beautiful blue eye screws shut and he shakes his head while trying to get his breathing back under control.
“It’s alright.” I reach for him, feeling a desperate need for those huge hands to be on me again. I smooth my palms up hisarms and over his chest again and I swear -I swear- his super-faint heart-stars are thrumming just that little bit brighter.
Maybe… maybe if we keep being intimate they might-
“I do not wish for you to regret any decisions you make with me, Bea,” Zyntarr says, his voice low and quiet.
“What? No! Zyntarr-” I can feel his tail coil further around my ankle and up my calf beneath the water. “I-I don’t mind that you-” My cheeks flush with a deeper heat. He came just from touching me. I know there’s jokes and stuff about mendoing thatprematurely back on Earth, but something about the fact that this huge, beast of man becoming completely undone for me is like receiving a shot of adrenaline -right to my private parts. “Come here,” I manage to hastily whisper as I reach up. I hook my hand around the back of his neck, and urge the big guy to lean down so I can crash my lips into his.
And then,we’re kissing.
Well,I’mkissing Zyntarr. He’s kind of… frozen.
It’s a little awkward just mashing my lips with someone who has turned into a living statue. I’ve never led a kiss before, and I almost get to the point where I’m going to pull away because clearly he doesn’t want this. But, I’m rescued by a needy groan from Zyntarr’s throat. The sound is so loud, I try to pull away anyway with a squeak of shock. He doesn’t miss a beat in tugging me right back, though. He swallows down my noise of surprise, his arms encircle me, pulling me closer, pressing our naked, wet bodies together tightly.
The kiss is still somewhat awkward and fumbling - not that I ever became an expert in the activity. But Zyntarr is brand new to it, as he tries to follow my lead. And, I’m not sure that I’m doing a very good job. Tentatively, I try pushing my tongue into his mouth - an act that makes Zyntarr jolt a little in my arms. He quickly overcomes this new surprise though, as he mirrors me,gently licking into my mouth as his chest starts to vibrate with a purr.
And then it’s like he’s become a giant wall of warmth and rhythmic, thrumming energy. I feel like I’m surrounded by it - by him and his purr. Like it’s rattling so deeply, it’s in my bones now. For a moment, I’m not concentrating on leading the kiss, I’m so distracted by being totally enveloped by him, that Zyntarr takes over. He did it so subtly, so deftly, that I hardly notice he’s leading us now. His mouth, his tongue, his appreciative groans into our kiss - he’s leading all of it. And it makes me feel…safe.
How this man, who up until about a year ago had never even seen a woman or heard about kissing can just so effortlessly master the art, I’ll never know - but the one thing Idoknow right now, is that I want more.
I want more, and for once, I’m not afraid of that want. I can’t hear that voice screaming at me to stop. “Touch me,” I murmur between presses of our lips. And like I’ve got my own skin-stars, my body lights up with the sensation of his huge hands exploring my curves, his rough palms running up and down my sides, mapping out the round of my hips, the dip of my waist. Then, both of his hands snake around to my back, smoothing down until he’s palming my ass, pulling me even closer as he moans into my mouth.
I can feel the prod of his massive length on my belly where it’s squashed between us. And that thing? That thing could do some damage.
So why does it make me want him more?
Stupid, lustful girl.
I pull away, out of Zyntarr’s arms completely. He whines as his lips chase mine a little, but he lets me go anyway. And then we’re just standing there, staring at each other as our breaths heave, and the river glides peacefully by around us. The hiss ofmy mom’s words echo in my mind. I didn’t want to break the kiss, but I can’t just fall into this…thing. I can’t just-
Zyntarr’s tail tightens on my ankle beneath the water and it reminds me that I’m here with him. I’m not back home, facing the shame and disappointment of my mother. Zyntarr is here, and I…I trust him.
“I don’t want to go too far tonight,” I tell him, still catching my breath. “But… I do want to…” My eyes fall to where his faint heart-stars are burning a little brighter, but still not to the extent of the other mated males. Not even enough to be noticed if you weren’t looking for them - and especially not during daylight.
