His fingers slide over my slick lips, separating them to dip into the folds. I whimper. I was wrong. This is nothing like when I touch myself. When he touches my clit I jump as it’s too sensitive.
Only one pleasure bump.
It takes me a moment to work out what he means. I concentrate on answering.Only one. How many do Honey women have?
One here.He circles my clit, then his fingers slide over my opening to the edge near my ass.And here.
I almost expect him to go lower and tell me that alien women have pleasure bumps on their ass too, but instead one finger slides into my slick pussy. His fingers are thicker than mine, and longer too.
And several on the inside so that the meq of a male creates many pleasant sensations.
I may not have a collection of internal pleasure bumps, as he calls them, but it still feels good.
With my eyes closed, and his arm around me, I give into the sensations. My skin feels as though it is humming and sparking with every touch. I don’t know if it’s because he is using his charge or if it’s because he is already lit up. Either way, I don’t care because it feels so good. I bite back a moan.
“Let me feel it.” His teeth rake over my earlobe, as his finger strokes my inner walls and his thumb teases my clit.
“How?” I can feel the edge of orgasm building with each quick breath.
“Put your hand over my markings. It should be—” his words are cut off by a groan as I grab his wrist, wrapping my fingers over the metal markings burned into his skin.
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Sunif
The moment her hand covers my markings, every sensation floods into me. I wasn’t sure it would work…I was wrong.
She rocks against my hand, her ass grinding against my meq. It’s almost enough for me to spill, but not quite. And I want her to come. I want her to feel pleasure and to see me as worthy.
And I enjoy knowing that I am the first to give her this gift. That I am the only man she has ever asked. Her heart beats rapidly and her skin is scented with lust. If she asked me to fuck her now, I wouldn’t care how much it destroyed me. I want to slide more than my fingers into her tight, wet channel.
Every time I touch her pleasure bump, she writhes as though she can’t get enough. I feel her break before her core clenches around my fingers, squeezing tight as a moan escapes her lips. Her pleasure spirals through me, leaving no doubt that I have forgotten nothing of what it takes to please a woman.
Human men must be lazy. They do not deserve women.
Or anyone.
The tension leaves her body, and she lies limp against me, panting as though the release has taken everything from her. I slowly remove my fingers. When she uncurls her fingers from my wrist, I bring my fingers to my mouth to taste her nectar. She flinches as though I have done something shocking, and her cheeks darken again.
“You taste delicious.” I nuzzle against her ear. “If you were to let me, I would enjoy licking your pleasure bump until you came.”
“I need to wash first.”
“Then I will arrange for you to bathe in the river.”
“I can’t swim.”
That is something that will need to be remedied before we sail. If she were to fall out of the ship, she would drown before she could be saved. “I will teach you that too.”
I hear the words falling from my tongue. They sound like a man who wants a mate and who thinks he has a chance.
I do not.
Nor do I want a mate.
I do not know what I want. Maybe this was not a smart idea as my meq wants her more than my lungs want air. It throbs, aching for release. Something I will have to do when she leaves.
It’s then I remember I’m supposed to be on watch but when I scan the area, there is no danger. This time I was lucky.
