Each time I gently nudge his hands, he lets me dip further back. I can feel the reluctance to release me, but he never pauses to argue.
I prefer it to being dropped, but it makes me wish I’d thought of this before we started. It takes so long.
The backbend I ease into gives him complete access to me still… The six of his arms that aren’t holding me up haven’tstopped caressing me, and I feel a little bad that I can’t fully enjoy it.
What I want is in reach and I take hold of his cock—he jerks and I feel the sharp inhale against my pussy.
If I was taller, I could suck his cock like this.
I haven’t wanted to be taller in averylong time.
That disappointment is tempered by his tongue, and I have to settle for stroking his cock and toying with his sack instead.
The cum inside of them has filled them nearly to bursting and I give them a little squeeze, watching the slime inside move.
He growls a warning at me and I chuckle as I return my full attention to his cock.
I can see the faint outlines of us in the window—when my eyes aren’t closed or crossed—and Mooralan is right… this view is beautiful. He’s my only distraction, but in the best possible way.
I think the room could catch fire and I’d stay exactly where I am instead of trying to save myself.
His tongue works me open, hands on my ass hold me to his face, hands on my stomach stroke and claw, hands on my nipples twist and tweak.
When his lips latch onto my clit, I know I’m done for.
“Shit.” The word is a whisper swallowed up by the moan that wracks through my whole body.
I come as two of his hands take hold of my thighs so I don’t accidentally choke him out.
I definitely would have.
He doesn’t stop sucking and flickering his tongue over my pussy until my fight turns to whimpering moans.
Hands smooth up my spine, righting me as I twitch and shudder through the end of my orgasm, and he holds me high and tight to his chest.
Kissing my breasts as my head lolls back and I come down.
“Are all Earth women that flexible?” he asks, softly.
“No. I used to do a sport that required it.”
He looks down at my knee and traces the line of one of my scars. “Is that what these are from?”
“Yes.” Maybe I shouldn’t have given him question permissions. “Sometimes you fall and things break, or you land the wrong way and things tear.” After a while, you have to start weighing the risk with heavier negatives.
I can still stretch almost as much as I could when I was competing… but anything that requires possible impact… I’ve been broken too many times to tempt those fates again.
He smooths a stand of hair away from my face and his fingers trail over the tattoo on the back of my neck, but he doesn’t ask about it. He looks up at the ceiling and asks something in the language I don’t understand.
The bot answers him in kind and then repeats it in English for me.
“There are twenty-three minutes and five seconds remaining in this session.”
Because the rooms are set on time blocks where the booth is a “one come and done” limit. And I am more than ready to fuck him. Saliva and the aftermath of my orgasm have left me a slick mess. I want to slide down onto him and ride him the way he deserves, but…
I had forgotten that the bot is here, so I ask it a question that Mooralan didn’t have the answer to. “Query?” I wait for the bot to burble its acknowledgement and then ask. “Can he come inside me?”
“Affirmative. Phantom has a surgical team on standby, just in case.”
