Their cries of pleasure, the slap of bare skin against bare skin as Khesan drives himself into our mate—it’s winding me up even more than Fiona’s incredible mouth. I wonder what she feels like inside. By the look on Khesan’s face, which is bliss incarnate, it must be good. His groans sound almost painful as he moves faster, pushing Fiona forward with every pump of his hips so that she takes me even deeper into her throat. Her moans, muffled by my cock, escalate into cries, and her fingers dig into me where she’s clutching my thigh in one hand, the other wrapped around my base. She’s frantically sucking me now, her eyes half-open as Khesan fucks her harder.
I have never seen anything so erotic in my life. Khesan’s mouth open as he grunts, Fiona crying out, their bodies moving in perfect unison as he takes her…. I don’t feel jealousy so much as I feel left out, perhaps. As if I am supposed to be a part of this dance, too, though not in the same way I am now.
“Oh, no,” Khesan says suddenly, his eyes going wide. “I’m sorry, Fiona, I can’t?—”
He interrupts himself with a moan, suddenly buckling forward. He thrusts frantically once, twice more, his eyes rolling back in his head. If Fiona weren’t eagerly sucking on me, I would laugh.
“You went off early,” I say as Khesan’s movements come to a halt. He pants, then groans again when Fiona shifts on the bed. Lifting her head, she releases me from her mouth and looks over her shoulder.
“That’s okay,” she says brightly. “That was amazing, Khesan.”
He leans down to kiss her back, squeezing her ass as he pulls out. His cock is wet, soaking, and it’s already starting to go limp. The scent of their mating has permeated the air around us, and as I drink it in, I’m getting even harder.
Perhaps I ought to complete what Khesan started. I can bring this woman to her finish, like the adult male that I am.
“Fiona,” I say, cupping her cheek. She faces me, her eyes still hooded with pleasure. I know she wants more. “May I mate with you? I will hold out for you.”
She blinks at me. “What? You want to have sex… now?”
I nod quickly. Her body is primed, her needs unmet, and I know that I’m the one meant to fulfill them.
Still gasping for air, Khesan sits back on his knees. With an uncertain expression, Fiona turns to him, as if this is his decision to make and not hers. But he just nods, his cheeks dark blue with shame.
“I’m sorry I couldn’t last,” he says. “I believe Shathar… will do a good job.”
I smirk. He knows it, at least. I have pleased many females in my time, and I doubt he did much of that in the barracks.
Fiona’s awestruck as she returns to peering up at me.
“You’re sure?” she says, and I don’t miss the hopeful tone in her voice.
Gently, I put a hand on her shoulder, then curl one under her back to lay her on the bed. Then I crawl atop her, bracketing her face with my forearms. She shivers under me and her hips rise of their own accord, and I know she is still extremely aroused.
Good.
I kiss her before leaning back so I can properly spread her legs and lift them over my hips. Fiona watches intently as I fist my cock, bringing the head down to her clit, like I saw in my manuals. I rub it a few times and her eyes close, her mouth opening in an O as she gasps. She is already quite prepared for me.
Her reddened, swollen cunt parts as I push the head of my cock through her soft petals. Khesan’s cum drips down from her slit, and when I finally reach her entrance, it’s wet and slick. Slipping inside her is easy, as open as she is now, and I nearly buckle under the sensation of her around me.
“Fiona,” I moan as I slide in deeper than I intended on my first stroke. Her belly clenches as she takes me in, a cry escaping her lips. Yes, she is very ready for me. More than ready.
Heat consumes me as I push in as far as I can, then yank back, my cockhead nearly leaving her. It’s soaked, covered in Khesan’s spend, and somehow that electrifies me even more as I bury myself in her a second time. Her mouth opens wide and her head falls to the pillow, her breasts lifting into the air as she arches her back. She is beautiful underneath me. So flawless and perfect, my mate. My everything.
Her legs wrap around my waist, locking me in as I reel my hips back, then shove into her with more force. I want to be closer to her, to hold her as I make her mine, so I drop forward while still buried in her and encircle her head with my hands.
“Fiona,” I murmur, setting a steady pace as I fuck her. “You are my sun. My moon. Even all the stars in the sky.”
She whimpers and wraps her arms around my neck, pulling me in even closer so I can no longer see her face. I sink into her as fully as I can and joy takes over, joy at being with her, joy at being able to show her how I truly feel. When I slide out, I apply pressure against her with my nalopo, as that is their purpose—to stimulate, to please. Given where her clit resides anatomically speaking, she ought to be most sensitive right below it, where my nalopo can rub her.
Sure enough, when I push back in while putting pressure there, Fiona cries out.
“That’s amazing,” she gasps, her hips bucking. So I do it again, dragging them out and then pushing back in, remaining at the right depth to get the most out of my ridges. Her whole body is trembling now, and she clutches me tighter as her heels dig into my back.
I believe it’s working.
Hastening my pace, I somehow keep my own orgasm at bay by focusing on hers. I can enjoy my finish when I make her break around me.
“Shathar!” Fiona cries out as her channel begins clenching tighter around me. I push through it, continuing to drag my nalopo along her with every thrust. “Oh my god, I’m going to—I can’t—I’m?—”
