by Dixon, Ruby
I will have to confess to Angie my lack of knowledge, then. I know the mechanics, of course. My cock goes into her cunt. Beyond the basics, though, I do not know how to pleasure her and it is clear from her expert touches when she caressed me that she knows more. I will ask her to tell me the proper ways to do this, then.
I want to please her. I want to give her the toe-curling rush of pleasure that she gave me. I’m hungry for it.
As if my intense thoughts have summoned her, Angie pushes into the hut, then sets the screen back over the entrance. Her hands are trembling, but she smiles at me, breathless. There are a few flakes of snow in her dark hair, but her eyes are bright and sparkling with excitement.
I rise to my feet, and this time I welcome the throb of my cock. “My mate,” I tell her proudly, and put my hand out.
“Vordis,” she whispers, and then she flings herself on me, her arms going around my neck, and then we are kissing as fiercely as if it is a battle that must be won with tongues and lips. Her body slides neatly under mine, and then we are on the furs, our mouths still locked together as she tugs at her tunic ties.
My Angie. In a daze, I remember that I want to touch her like she touched me, to pleasure her with caresses and have her toes curl. With purpose, I slick my tongue into her mouth in hot, claiming strokes until she moans into me and her hand flutters to my neck. I can hear her khui thrumming wildly, as loud and fierce as the one in my chest. When her hips rise against mine, I move my hand to the vee between her legs and press against the leather. I expect her to be soft—what I am not expecting is the sheer heat of her cunt, or that she’s so wet that even her leathers are damp with her arousal.
A guttural sound rips from my throat.
Angie gasps, pulling back from me. “What’s wrong?” Her eyes search my face.
“You…” I pant, trying to compose myself. Hot need surges through me, so fierce it takes every bit of control not to rip her leathers from her body and grind my cock into her. Now I see why the arena gladiators were so fierce with their prizes—having Angie this close and being unable to touch her skin? It is unbearable. I struggle for composure. “You are wet here.” And I press my hand between her thighs again.
She moans, clinging to my neck. “Yeah. Yeah I am. Did you not think I would be?”
It never occurred to me that she would grow slick with her arousal like my cock does. My mouth waters as I lift my hand and inhale the scent of her on my skin. “I must taste this,” I tell her thickly, and then seek her gaze. “Is it allowed?”
“Oh, fuck yeah,” she breathes. “Everything’s allowed, Vordis. I promise.”
“Good.” I slide lower on the furs and pull at the waist ties of her leggings. I mean to go slowly, to take my time, but need is a hot brand burning in my skull, and it makes me move faster than I should. I rip at her clothing, not pausing when seams tear and the leather shreds under my hands. “I will make you new leggings,” I tell her as I toss scraps aside.
Angie just laughs, the sound breathless and full of anticipation.
I love that even now, I can make her laugh. I want to hear her joy, always. I pull away the last of her leathers and gaze down at her exposed beauty. Her thighs are plump and pale, and she has a downy tuft of brown curls between her thighs, hiding her cunt from my gaze. I can see a wet gleam against her skin, though, and her scent is thicker now, making my mouth water once more. When I touch the inside of her thigh, she spreads them for me, and I love how eager she is for my touch. It makes me feel as if no matter what I do, she will take pleasure from it, and I like that. It makes me feel as if I cannot fail her. She is just…perfect.
Her cunt is even more appealing than I thought it would be. With her legs spread wide, the soft folds of her are pink and inviting, wet and flushed with her arousal. Unable to stand it any longer, I wrap my arm around one of her thighs, pulling it over my shoulder as I lean in and drag my tongue over her for my first taste.
Pleasure fires through me, hot and sweet. I groan with how intense her flavor is, how musky and delicious. She is slick and quivering under my tongue, and I spear it through her folds, dragging over her cunt and lapping up as much of her taste as I can. “I need this,” I rasp. “All of this.”
“Oh,” Angie whispers, and her body shudders underneath me. “Oh, Vordis. That feels really good.”
I grunt my pleasure at hearing that, and then taste her again. My cock throbs in my leathers, the ache of it so intense that it is almost pain, but I ignore it. Right now, I want nothing else but Angie and her cunt pressing against my mouth. I dip into her sweet folds over and over again, as if she is one of the finest desserts served on a posh space station. My sweet, delicious mate. Just one taste of her and I am ravenous. I drag my tongue along her folds over and over, and she quivers and makes little cries underneath me. She does not come as quickly as I remember my climax, though—one swift touch and I spurted all over her soft hand, but Angie needs more. Her fingers thread through my hair and new slickness greets my tongue with every lick, so I know she yet enjoys this, but I have not made her come. There must be more to pleasuring her.
Slowing down from my ravenous, wild licking, I try to pace myself. The front of my trousers is sticking to my cock, and it is entirely possible I have already climaxed simply from tasting my mate. No matter. I am still hard with need, and right now, all I care about is Angie’s pleasure. So I part her folds and drag my tongue over every bit of her flesh, exploring and tasting, learning her body. She is not just petals tucked into a cleft, I learn. There is a pink button nestled deep in her folds, and I drag my tongue over it experimentally.
Angie cries out, sitting upright and clinging to my hair. “Oh my god!”
I bite back a groan of my own, fierce pleasure surging through me at her response. “Shall I do that again?” I ask, pressing my mouth against her sweet skin. I kiss the tiny nub and then trace my tongue over it, encouraged by her responses. She jerks against me, the sounds she makes loud and wild. Her fingers grip my hair so tightly that my scalp stings, but I do not think she wants me to stop. I lick the nub again and then suck on it, and she cries out again, her legs twisting against my grip.
“Vordis,” she pants, writhing under me where I have her pinned. I have never heard anything as sweet as that. “Oh god, Vordis, please.”
“Do you have more treasures hidden like this, my Angie?” I murmur, teasing my tongue over the spot before going exploring again. I tease my tongue into her core and she moans, the sound so shuddering and deep that my sac tightens. “Right there?”
She gasps something incoherent in response.
I wish I had two tongues, one to press deep inside her here, and one to tease her little nub with. I lick her here again, and then push a finger where my tongue was a moment ago. Her cunt grips it tightly, hot, wet and sucking, and I grit my teeth against the exquisite torture. This is where my cock will go, and her cunt will hold it as tightly as she holds my finger. Need spirals through me, and then I stroke my finger deep, imagining it as my cock claiming her, and I suck on her nub again.
“Oh,” Angie moans again. “Oh, oh, oh!” Her moans turn into a light trill, and she arches against my mouth, shuddering. A fresh wave of her sweet taste coats my tongue and I have made her climax.
Thick pleasure moves through me, and I kiss her shivering flesh as I lift my head. “How often may I do this?”
“Huh?” She looks down at me between her thighs, dazed, her skin flushed. Her lips are plump and red, as if she has been biting them.
I give her cunt another drag of my tongue. “Taste you. How often may I do this?”
Her mouth forms a circle, and then she falls back to the furs, as if spent. “Oh, dear lord, you cannot be real. Thank you, Jesus.” She clasps her hands in front of her. “I don’t know what I did to deserve this, but thank you.”
“Who is this Jesus?” I growl, nipping at the inside of her thigh to drag her attention back to me.
“Never mind,” Angie tells me, an
d slides her fingers through my hair. “You…you liked doing that? To me?”
Is my mouth not wet with her release? Have I not licked every bit of her? Still she doubts? “I have never enjoyed anything more,” I tell her gravely. “But if you were not pleased, I can try again—”
Her palm presses on my forehead before I can lower my head again. “Whoa there, hot sauce. I need to breathe. You did well. Really well. Fucking amazing.”
I am skeptical of her praise, but when I sit up and release her leg, I see that her toes are curled. Perhaps I did do as well as she said. “I enjoyed touching you,” I tell her, my own need throbbing a reminder in my cock. “I want to do more.”
She reaches a hand out. “Come lie beside me for a sec,” Angie says, breathless. “Let me rest for a moment and then we can do more.”
Her fingers are trembling as I lace mine through hers. She does need time to recover, I realize. I lie down beside her, facing her beautiful, flushed face. Her dark hair is damp at her temples, her skin sweaty, and I want to lick all of her. I run my fingers lightly over her cheek and down her neck, just gazing at her as my khui sings an insistent song in my chest.
A shy look comes over her face. “What do you see when you look at me?”
“Happiness. Perfection.” I trace a fingertip along her jaw. “A beautiful female. My beautiful female…and the mother to my daughter.”
“There will be another baby, too,” she points out.
“I will welcome it and love it as much as I love Glory.”
“I’m starting to think getting kidnapped by aliens was the best thing that ever happened to me,” she whispers, and traces her fingers on my lips. “I love you, Vordis.”
“I love you as well.” The words are human, but they come easily to my lips. What I feel for Angie is more than love. She is…everything. She is the suns in the skies and the fresh air, the perfection of fresh snow on the ground, and the beauty of the stars in the night, and yet she somehow outshines all of them when she smiles.
Then, she bites her lip and leans over to kiss me.
I slide my hand behind her neck and cup her head as our mouths meet, and her hand glides over my chest. I let her lead this kiss, since she is still shaky with her climax, and my own need ramps up as her hand moves down my belly and pauses at my waistband. She chuckles and her lips brush against mine. “Did you come, too?”
“Possibly.” My mind was chaos as I licked between her thighs until she climaxed. It is entirely possible that I lost my own control then, too. “I am still hard with need for you, though.”
Angie smiles and tugs at the laces of my leggings. “Then get naked for me. I want to look at you again.”
I rip my own clothing off as quickly as possible, kicking my legs to get the leather off of my body. If she wants to look at me, I want her to look at me, as well.
She giggles, and that makes me pause. A smile curves my mouth. “What amuses you?”
“All I have to say is ‘Can you undress’ and then you’re naked two seconds later. I’ve never seen anyone undress so quickly. It’s adorable.” She reaches out for me, and her hand brushes over my cock, sticky with my own furtive release. “I love this, Vordis. I’m so happy you’re mine.”
“I would be no one else’s but yours,” I tell her, and I mean it. “There has never been another female in my eyes. There is only Angie.”
Her smile is radiant.
When her fingers move over my cock, my body tightens and I have to fight the urge not to thrust into her hand. I need her, but I am hungry for more of this with her—this private time with smiles and slow touches. “Not yet,” I caution her. “Or I will lose control.”
“You can lose control when you’re on top of me,” she promises, reluctantly withdrawing her hand back to my chest.
I grasp the ties at her neck. “May I finish undressing you?”
“Of course.” Angie lies back and gives me an expectant look, her fingers trailing over my abdomen. “Do your tattoos mean anything?”
“They mean clones were bored between battles and wanted something to do,” I admit, amused at how significant I thought them at the time. “I knew an old a’ani that was good with needles and ink on one station. I let him do what he liked to my skin because it made me different than others.” I shrug because those things seem so foolish now. “It was not the art that was important as much as it was being unique.”
She shakes her head as I tug the laces free. “I don’t see how anyone could possibly think you and Thrand are alike. You look like twins, yes, but you couldn’t be more different in person. Heck, even your faces have subtle differences.” Her fingers skate over the flat muscles of my stomach. “I would know you even in the dark.”
Those words fill me with unholy joy. Have I not dreamt of being seen as my own person? I raise Angie’s hand to my mouth and kiss her knuckles, and then return to unwrapping her as if she is a gift. I push her tunic back and her milk-swollen teats meet my gaze. They are rounded and full, tipped with inviting dark nipples beaded with milk. The undersides have jagged red lines under them, and I brush one with a fingertip. “Do they hurt?”
“Only if I don’t feed her for a while. The stretchmarks aren’t my favorite.” She sighs and gives a little shrug of her shoulders. “Nothing to be done for it, though. Even if I had a choice, I’d still want to breastfeed Glory.”
“I see nothing wrong with scars,” I tell her, and mean it. She is beautiful to me.
Angie smiles up at me and her hand goes to my shoulder. She pulls me down against her and her mouth is on mine once more. We kiss, lips locked as I gently touch one teat and then the other. My mate squirms against me, but when caressing her teats brings her milk forward and she groans with embarrassment, I switch tactics. Pushing my fingers between her thighs, I tease the folds and the nub of her sex until she is panting against my mouth, whimpering with every caress.
“I would touch you like this all day, every day, if I could,” I murmur between kisses. “No hunting. No fishing. Just my hands on Angie’s cunt, listening to her sounds of pleasure.”
She gasps, clinging to me, her eyes wide as I pet her softness. “Vordis.”
Nothing is better than the sound of my name on her lips. “Say it again,” I demand. “Tell me whose hand is on your cunt, slick with your juices. Tell me who makes your toes curl with need.”
“Vordis,” Angie moans, her nails digging into my skin. “My Vordis. It’s always been you.”
My breath hisses between my teeth and I’m filled with a wild hunger for her. I give her another hard, devouring kiss, and when she lifts her hips against my hand, I am impatient to be inside her.
I shift my weight over her and she eagerly wraps her legs around me, one heel digging into my backside. “Yes,” she pants, her expression eager. “Now, Vordis. Please.”
My beautiful mate. I claim her mouth once more, then guide my cock to her entrance. She is hot and slick, and even though I should go slow, I cannot seem to stop. The pounding of my khui is equal to the pounding of my blood in my veins, and I feed my hard, aching length into her in the space of a breath.
Angie gasps, her face radiant with pleasure, and she pushes her hips up against me, encouraging me to go deeper. “Oh, god, you feel so good.”
I bite back a groan of my own. Nothing has ever felt as exquisite as the clench of her cunt around my length, her walls tight around my cock. I pant, full of reckless need as I sink into her. The overwhelming desire to claim, to take, to conquer, pushes through me. This is Angie, my Angie, with her legs around me and her body clasping mine, and I must make this moment last. I press my forehead to hers, my eyes shut tight as I try to compose myself. Somehow, I must find the strength to not climax immediately. I must make sure that she comes first, and that it is as good and sweet for her as it is for me.
“I’m here,” she whispers, her hand fluttering against my face. “Take as long as you need.”
How does she know I am close to overwhelmed? Bu
t of course she knows—she is my mate, my other half. All this time I have wanted to be my own person, and now I realize the truth of it. Being part of her whole is better than being all of myself.
“My love,” I tell her, opening my eyes to gaze into hers.
She smiles sweetly up at me and raises her hips, a silent encouragement.
I suck in a breath, the slick heat of her cunt around my cock becoming too much. Unable to stop myself, I thrust deep, almost as if my body is moving of its own free will. Then I freeze, worried that I have somehow hurt her, gone too quickly, moved too fast, too hard.
But Angie lets out a blissful little sigh, her expression nothing but pleasure, and I move again. Pumping into her with slow, even strokes is difficult when I want nothing more than to drive into her like a wild man. The way her composure bleeds away makes it worth it, though. I thrust into her with measured movements, watching as her face changes, going from enjoyment to mindless need, her fingernails digging into my back. She begins to pant, and then moan, and then she’s crying out my name as I move inside her, and her little heels press into my backside as if she can somehow make me move harder, faster, more.
Sweat coats my skin and my sac feels so tight my body feels as if it will come apart at the seams. Still, my Angie writhes under me, full of arousal. “Tell me what you need to come,” I demand. “What should I give you?” I will not stop, cannot stop until her pleasure is complete.
“Give me your hand,” she pants, and when I do as she asks, she drags her tongue over it, making me shudder. Then, she slides it between us and rests it on her mound, and I realize what she needs. My fingers seek out the nub that seems to control her climax, and I rub it even as I thrust into her.
