“What?” He sticks it out and I almost choke. My hand moves from my mouth to my eyes, trying to block out what I’ve just seen.
“Oh my god! What the hell is that?”
“My tongue. Is it strange?” I can’t see him, but I can hear the amusement in his voice. I can also tell that it’s still hanging out of his mouth because his words are muffled.
“It’s crazy! Why is it so long?”
Long is an understatement. When he stuck it out, it reached well beyond his chin. Also, it was gray. Like bad meat gray. Not a good look. I groan a little when I realize it was in my mouth. In. My. Mouth. My body does a little cooties shiver. I hear Kwarq sigh before he takes hold of my wrists and tries to pry them from my eyes.
“Amina, look at me. You will have to look at some point. It will get less strange.”
I let him pull my hands away, but I keep my eyes closed.
“That was crazy.”
“Lehti, open your eyes. Please, you are hurting my feelings.”
My eyes pop open. He sounds so offended.
“Oh god, I’m sorry.” I’m being a jerk. I bet my blunt, little pink tongue is strange for him, too.
He stares at me with his mouth held tightly closed. His eyes flinch at the corners, and I worry that I’ve really hurt him. I open my mouth to apologize, but before I can, his jaw drops open and his tongue unfurls in a smooth roll all the way to the tip. I squeak and slap my hands over my eyes again just as Kwarq bursts into a fit of laughter. This jerk.
“You did that on purpose!”
He’s laughing so hard that I feel him fall back away from me and hit the floor. I pull my hands down, and he lifts his head and looks up at me. The moment our eyes lock, he quickly licks his tongue out, flipping it up so it lands wetly over his nose to reach his forehead.
“Oh my god, that’s so gross.”
I squeeze my eyes shut again, and he laughs even harder. His body jerks beneath me, and it takes me a moment to realize that I’ve never paid attention to his laugh. It’s beautiful.
I don’t know how to describe it, but each guffaw is deep and melodious. They aren’t the rasping sounds of most humans. Even my laugh is loud and cackling, but his is like a song. It’s so lovely that I open my eyes again and simply watch him crack up beneath me.
Finally, he quiets. He looks up to see me staring him and his face goes very serious. He sits up on his elbows.
“Amina, did I offend you? I meant no harm—“
I wave my hand. “No, it’s not that. I don’t mind if you laugh at me. I love to laugh. I would laugh even more if my laugh sounded like yours.”
He frowns and cocks his head to the side. “What do you mean?”
“Uh, that your laugh sounds like a damn song.”
He smiles and sits up fully, pressing his mouth into my neck to place a soft kiss.
“Your laugh is the most beautiful sound I have ever heard,” he says into my shoulder.
“Yeah right. You say everything about me is the most beautiful.”
“I do.”
“Exactly.”
He pulls away to look at me. We stare at each other for a moment and then his mouth twitches at the corner.
Oh no.
I slap my hand over his mouth just as he goes to open it.
“Don’t—” I warn, holding tight when his jaw tries to work, “do it.”
He’s still smiling, I can tell by the crinkle at the corners of his eyes. The yellow of his irises is bright and playful.
“If I move my hand, you have to promise not to do it, okay? It’s kind of weirding me out.”
His eyes soften. He’s serious again. He nods firmly.
“Okay, you promise?” I confirm. He nods again, and I remove my hand.
He opens his mouth, and I move my hand to cover it again, but he gently catches my wrist. All traces of kidding are gone from his expression.
“I do not lie to you, Amina. Even if agreeing means I cannot tease you and watch you blush.”
I snort. “Black girls don’t blush.”
“You do. I can see it just beneath your beautiful skin. At the tips of your ears.” He runs his fingers over the shell of my ear and I feel it to my toes. I clear my throat.
“It’s not that I hate kissing you. I mean, it felt very nice. I—I liked it. It’s just different. I think I need to get used to the idea that my man has a six-inch long tongue.”
He smiles, and it’s a mile wide. His teeth are white and straight. They’re slightly wider than human teeth, but instead of being weird, it fits the general bigness of him. He hugs me close and inhales deeply against me.
“You called me your man.”
I did. I should probably refute it, but I don’t actually want to. I like the idea. It feels right. It feels too right to fight against. Kwarq watches me with that smile. He seems so genuinely happy, and even though everything is happening fast, I like that he’s feeling this way because of me.
“Lehti, am I your man?”
Is he?
“Yes.”
Kwarq
A joy that I have never experienced fills me. My first heart doubles up, beating so fast in rhythm with her’s that I worry that her little human body cannot handle it. I try to relax. The desire coursing through my body makes it hard to do anything but hold her.
“Amina, do I have your permission?”
“To kiss me?”
I shake my head. I can smell her wetness. The warmth of her pussy sears my legs where she sits. I need her now. I know it. My heart knows it. I can only hope that she feels the same.
“To show you why my tongue is so long.”
Amina
I’m starting to realize that beneath all his amazing politeness, Kwarq is kind of a freak. I think he’s the only male that could ask to lick my pussy and make it sound so…respectful. It’s pretty sexy.
I can’t lie and say that I don’t want to let him show me just what he can do with his gray, creepy tongue. I’m attracted to him. I’m also so wet that it’s embarrassing. I’m pretty sure he can smell me. He’s taking deep breaths, groaning a little each time. I want to say yes, and I’m going to say yes, but the whole tongue surprise has me wondering about other differences between him and human males. He said he had a dick, but that could mean anything now.
“Um, maybe we could talk about a few things first.” I’m not quite meeting his eyes. He gently turns my face so we’re looking at each other.
“Do not be embarrassed, my lehti. I will tell you anything you want to know.”
I swallow and brace myself. It’s probably best to just blurt it out.
“Is your dick normal?” I groan and cover my face with my hands. “I don’t mean normal. I just mean, is it comparable to a human males?”
A slow smile forms on Kwarq’s face. A little chuckle escapes him as I fumble to the end of my question.
“It depends on what you mean by comparable.”
My eyes widen. I’m getting nervous. I don’t think I can take too many more surprises. I’m willing to give it a shot, but what if there’s something really weird waiting for me down there. What if it’s not down there? What if he has like a weird tentacle thing? What if it shoots acid instead of sperm and he disintegrates my pussy? What if he implants something in me?
As every possibility forms in my mind, my eyes get wider and wider. A grimace pulls at my mouth, and I get an intense case of the heebie jeebies.
Kwarq sighs deeply and rolls his eyes. He puts his hands beneath my arms and lifts me off of his legs. I frown, worried that I may have killed the moment. I guess having a woman look like she is about to puke while thinking about your dick is a definite mood killer. I ease away from him, and he rises, coming to stand in front of me.
“Stop scaring yourself. I will show you if you want to reassure yourself that we are compatible.”
His hands are at the buckle to his jeans. He’s all business. There’s nothing suggestive about his offer to show me his junk. I su
ddenly feel very nervous. I want to know, but do I?
I nod, and immediately he begins to unbuckle his jeans.
“Wait!” I throw my hands up to stop him. “Give me a minute. What if it’s too different and it scares me? I don’t want to offend you.”
Kwarq sighs again, but it’s not in frustration or even impatience. It’s almost as if the idea that I’m so worried about offending him is what’s bothering him.
“Lehti, I have been to dozens of galaxies. Until a few days ago, you were not even aware there was life on other planets. Until two hours ago, you were not even sure about what you suspected. It is completely understandable that you would be nervous. I will show you if it will put your mind at ease, but if you think it will scare you, I will not do it.”
He’s so considerate. I imagine any human man would have whipped it out already, whether I asked or not. I mean, what’s the worse that can happen? A dick is a dick is a dick, right?
“Is there anything terribly strange going on down there?”
His mouth twitches again. “I do not know what would be strange to you.”
“Well, you know what a human penis looks like, right?”
“I do.”
“Is it anything like it?”
“It is.”
“In what way?”
He fights another smile. “It has a head, shaft, and testicles.”
“That’s it?”
He nods. “That’s it.”
That doesn’t sound so different. His hands are still on his button. I take a deep breath and nod firmly. “Okay, show me.”
He makes quick work of his buckle, probably more for my benefit. Like ripping off a bandaid. He pulls apart the zipper and lowers his jeans down his hips then stands with his hands at his sides waiting for my reaction. Too bad I can’t speak. I can barely move. I’m struggling to get my mouth to close from where it’s dropped open.
Comparable my ass.
Chapter 10
Kwarq
The hardest thing I’ve ever had to do is bare myself to Amina to put her mind at ease. It’s not hard because I don’t want to do it. It’s hard because I’m trying my best not to get hard.
Her eyes widen as she takes in my semi-erect cock. It hangs heavily over the front of my jeans. The head is swollen and tight. The tip has turned a deep bruised color from my first heart’s efforts to prepare it for intercourse. I’m barely breathing. It’s all I can do to keep from getting completely erect and scaring her to death. I’m sure she has already convinced herself that something ridiculous will happen when we copulate.
Copulate is not as good a word for what I want to do with her. Fuck. I want to fuck her. Fuck is a good word.
She’s impressed. There’s a look of wonder on her face, and my chest flares with pride that she finds me satisfactory. She licks her lips, and I focus on the wall above her head when my cock twitches.
“You’re huge.” She sounds both impressed and worried. I should put her mind at ease.
“I will fit, my lehti.”
I’ve researched human female anatomy. The vagina has amazing stretching abilities. It may not be comfortable for her at first, but it will fit, and I will do my best to give her pleasure.
The scent of her arousal fills the room. She shifts, and I hear the sound of her wetness squishing between her thighs. Help me.
“Do I have your permission?” Her voice is an awed whisper. My eyes drop down to her’s. They’re still fixed on my cock, but they rise to my face and the desire I see in them almost breaks the careful dam of control I’ve constructed.
“You never have to ask my permission, Amina. You are welcome to touch me in anyway you want as my lehti.”
She nods and scoots forward on her knees until she’s a few inches from my body. She raises her hand and it hovers over my cock, suspended and trembling in the air. As if on command, I’m no longer able to control myself. I begin to rise, filling with the blood being furiously pumped by my first heart. My cock swells and thickens until it meets her hand, and she flinches with the contact. Her eyes widen and fix on my increasing erection.
“Oh my god.”
She looks terrified, but she smells excited.
Her hand settles lightly over my shaft. The energy pulsing between us is tingly and electric. I feel the imaginary sparks all along the length of my cock and throughout my body. She grips me, wrapping her hand around me as best she can. My hands fist at my sides when she experimentally pumps along my length.
“Amina.” I groan low in my throat. It’s the best feeling I’ve ever felt. She holds me with confidence, her grip tight but gentle.
I watch transfixed as she leans forward until her mouth is nearly touching me. She pauses and glances up to gauge my reaction. Her eyes are questioning. I can barely breathe. This is a moment I’ve imagined almost every night since I first saw her. It is the image of my dreams and my fantasies. How could I ever deny her?
I nod. “You never have to ask.”
My voice is strangled and rough. The breath I’m taking catches in my throat when she presses her full, soft lips to the head of my cock. I grab her around her arms to anchor myself as my legs threaten to collapse.
The tip of my cock beads with a milky drop of semen, a testament to my need for release. Even these small touches are too intense. I move to pull away, but before I can, Amina’s tongue darts out to catch the drop, and my entire body jerks. My legs finally give out, and I shift away from her and sink to my knees.
“Amina, have mercy on me please. I won't be able to contain myself.”
“You’re sweet.”
Her voice is full of wonder. I look up from where my head has been lowered in an attempt to gain control and see that she has her fingers pressed to her lips. Her eyes are wide in surprise. I drop my head back to my chest. This is nearly too much.
“Thank you.”
“No, I mean it. You taste really really good.”
I don’t know what to say. I focus on breathing. I focus on maintaining control.
“You have my permission, Kwarq.”
My head jerks back up, and Amina is looking at me with intense anticipation. Her chest rises and falls in deep undulating movements. The scent of her arousal is so thick that I can taste her on my tongue. It’s not enough. I want to really taste her there.
I move close and pull her into my arms. Her’s go around my back, and she tilts her head back to look up at me. The sight of her this close is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. Her smooth, dark skin, the thick fringe of her eyelashes, her thick coiled hair. Her mouth parts, and the tip of her short, pink tongue is just visible. I want to kiss her. I want to sink into all of her warm places.
“I have your permission, even with my creepy, long tongue?” I smile to let her know I’m not offended by her discomfort with my anatomy.
“Are you my lehti, too? I mean, is there another word that I should refer to you as?”
I shake my head. “I am your lehti. Always.”
She smiles, and it is the second most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. “Then, you never have to ask my permission, Kwarq. You’re welcome to touch me in anyway you want.”
Hearing her recite my words back to me is like a ray of light through my spirit. I don’t hesitate. I sink into her mouth, stroking my tongue through the warmth. Making sure to only give her enough of me that she is comfortable. She moans when our tongues touch, and I feel it, too. It feels so perfectly right. She feels so right.
Now that I have her permission, I want to toss her onto her back and sink into her. However, a sudden realization has me reluctantly pulling away from her.
“I do not have a bed, lehti. I should have prepared for us better. I am sorry. We can wait—,” I don’t get to finish. Amina lunges at me, pressing her mouth back to mine. Her hands fist in my shirt and yank it up my chest.
“I don’t care about the bed. I want you. I don’t care.”
I can’t tell her no. I’ll remedy my living q
uarters later, but now I need her. I need this to bind her to me once and for all. I ease her away from me.
“Let me undress you.”
I do. I pull her jacket down her shoulders and fold it beside us. Next I slip her thin sweater over her head, baring an expanse of smooth, dark skin. Her shoulders shimmer beneath the light of the setting sun that peaks through the windows of my apartment. The curve of her breasts is lush. The firm globes are slightly large on her small, athletic frame. I fumble with the fastening to her undergarment, and she takes over with a chuckle, unclasping the band with an expert hand and tossing it aside.
“It’s called a bra. It’s the devil.”
I don’t care. I’m too busy taking in the sight of her full, beautiful breasts. Her nipples are taut and erect. The areola have constricted to form two enticing targets at the center of each breast. Unable to resist, I lean forward and flick my tongue out to swipe at one tight, dark nipple.
“Mm.”
Amina’s head lowers to watch me through half-closed lids. I lock onto her warm brown eyes and give her another lick. This time, she sucks in a sharp breath. I take hold of her breast, testing the weight in my palm. She fits perfectly into my large hand. I plump the flesh, presenting her nipple before closing my mouth over it.
Her high-pitched gasp is met by my own low groan. Her skin is sweet. Lingering notes of flowers and water stick to my tongue. I swirl the tip before drawing more, and her hands grip into my hair, tugging me closer.
“Kwarq.”
I love the sound of my name in her soft, dusky voice. She says it properly. The vowel is light, the last consonant a short click in her throat. I don’t think I’ve ever heard my name said in such a pleasing way. Having her say it while I pleasure her is even better.
I move to her other breast, drawing firmly on the nipple, learning what she likes. My lehti likes a sure touch. When I wrap my hands around her soft waist and lift her to my mouth, she cries out, arching her back in surrender to my control.
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