Tarak swallowed hard. “In what way?”
“I could stroke your cock until you orgasm.” I would like to stroke Tarak. I wanted to know what it looked like when this serious leader finally let go.
His eyes grew wide. “You would do this?”
“I’d like to bring you pleasure just like you brought me pleasure,” I confessed.
Tarak raked his hand through his hair, looking nervous. “I cannot ask this of you.”
Poor thing. They really did a number on him with this whole ‘you’re cursed and can’t touch any females’ thing.
“You’re not asking, Tarak. I’m offering,” I encouraged. “But if this is moving too fast for you, we can wait. We don’t have to do it tonight.”
“I would like for you to touch me.” Tarak swallowed hard again and I couldn’t imagine what was going through his mind right now. I would have to take things very slow with him, but slow could be fun. I could think of nothing better than to take my time pleasing this big alien hunter.
“Good,” I purred. “Let’s get comfortable then. Go ahead and take your pants off and come sit down in front of me.”
Chapter 15
Gabby
Tarak did as I asked and stripped off his clothes then sat down.
“I’m going to take things slow, ok? You tell me if you want to stop or if I do anything you don’t like, alright?”
Tarak nodded his head and I settled myself on my knees behind him. I placed a hand on his chest and he put his hand over mine. Then I took a deep breath and he breathed in with me. I felt his shoulders relax and smiled. We were off to a good start.
Slowly, I moved my other hand down his chest and traced his abs with my finger. Tarak’s breathing remained steady so I continued downward. I traced his ‘happy trail’ of ridges and he groaned.
“Are these sensitive?”
“A little, yes. Not as much as my tail or cock, though.” Interesting. What an evolutionary perk. Not only would those feel great on my clit, but he’d receive pleasure every time he stimulated me as well. Not that we were going to have sex tonight. It was just fun to think about.
I played with his ridges, lightly touching each one with my fingers. Tarak would tense up every once in a while and I would slow my movements and have him take deep breaths with me.
“How are you feeling, Tarak?” I checked in with him.
“Happy,” he breathed. “Grateful.” He squeezed my hand that was on his chest.
Good, this was good. I had been worried that he’d be feeling guilt or shame and that we’d have to stop, but it sounded like he was good to continue.
I covered his back with reassuring kisses as I played with his ridges and his tail thumped the floor.
The unexpected sound made me jump.
“Sorry, I can’t always control it,” Tarak admitted.
“It’s ok,” I whispered and continued touching him.
I slowly made my way down to the base of his cock, letting my index finger gently trace a circle around the bottom of his shaft.
Tarak tensed and let out a hiss of pleasure. I slowly kept circling his base until his body relaxed against mine again.
His breath hitched when I slid my finger up his cock.
“Breathe, Tarak,” I reminded him.
He let out the breath he’d been holding and I let my finger glide up and down his shaft until his breathing evened out.
