by Pearl Tate
Following her, I peer out, but there isn’t much to see. The forest is dense with greenery, and even out the back, they have cleared none of the undergrowth.
Jo-Anne leans her head against me as we stand side by side. “How long do you want to wait before we head back?” Turning to me fully, my body freezes as she presses herself closer.
I see my hair start to flare around us as I lose control of myself. I’ve had no one besides Lulila this intimately close to my body. The fact that she’s my mate—mine… it’s a test of my restraint.
The scent she’s giving off in this tight space has my body tingling. For the first time in my life, I can detect a tightness in my cock. The tingling seems to be everywhere as I slowly bring my hands up to wrap around her shoulders, pulling her closer.
Instead of keeping any distance between us, she wraps her arms around my waist and snuggles closer into my chest. Tipping her head back, she rests her chin against me. With our height difference, her large breasts are pressed tightly against my groin.
I’m shocked to feel my cock twitch at her pressure against them. She doesn’t seem to notice as she shifts and smiles, raising her eyebrows. “What should we do for the moment?”
My mind is blank. I can’t seem to concentrate on anything except the feeling of her pressed against me. I’m trying to gather my thoughts and answer, when her hands begin to trail down lower. Sliding them against my tailbone, she places a palm on each of my butt cheeks.
“You are so incredibly tight everywhere. Do you work out?” She punctuates her question with a squeeze to each cheek, and my cock twitches again as I involuntarily thrust against her.
A strangled moan escapes my lips, and my arms tighten. Incredibly, her scent has grown stronger as we stand in this tiny room. It’s impossible to miss how it’s affecting me as I take a deep breath and concentrate on her question.
How did she know that I work in the gardens by feeling by backside? “I work outside most of the time. In the gardens.” My voice sounds strangled coming from my dry mouth. Her hands continue to caress my backside lightly.
Lifting her body from where she’s sagged against me, she glances down between us, and a pang of disappointment stabs through me.
Instead of moving away though, she looks up with a smirk. “Somebody looks happy to see me.” At her words, she shifts forward to press my sensitive cock between her breasts. Just that slight stroke and pressure is the most incredible sensation I’ve ever experienced.
I don’t know if it’s because it’s her, or because her scent’s so concentrated in such a small space. But for the first time, I can feel the pleasure of what an erection would bring. She’s still staring at me as I watch her carefully.
She doesn’t stop lightly brushing and pressing her body against me. It’s definitely intentional as her small hands release my back and reach around to the front of my suit. My hair encircles us as she taps along the top of my clothing before her face scrunches in consternation. “Where’s the opening to this?”
I don’t hesitate to press the release for her so it parts from the top. Returning my hand to her body, I slide it under her braid and lightly stroke her upper back, waiting to watch what she intends to do. With the blood pounding through my veins at hyper-speed, I hear a roar as if there’s thunder in my ears.
Her silky fingers slide into the top of my suit, and it begins to part for her. Once the mechanism is released, it’ll continue to part unless the release is re-fastened. Jo-Anne ignores the fabric as her hands part the material.
“Oh, wow!” Her eyes are wide as her fingers slide down, tracing designs that cause prickles of awareness to break out over my entire body. “The colors are even darker now.”
Lifting both her hands, she stays leaning against me as her fingers flutter over the markings. “Are mine?” She angles her head to the side so I can peer over her shoulder.
“A bit.” Lifting both my hands, I flutter my fingertips over the markings on her shoulders and watch, enthralled as she shutters against me. I’m emboldened by the realization that I’m affecting her as she does me.
“Why do you smell so good?” Leaning in, her nose runs up my chest slowly. The fine hairs covering my body come to attention along with every nerve ending.
“You think I smell good? That’s interesting because I’ve been thinking the same thing about you.” I can’t help mimicking her deep inhale since I’m given the opportunity. The scent bursts like a flavor, over my senses and my mouth waters.
“Really?” Her head cocks back as if she’s surprised. I continue to trace the markings as she leans away and parts my suit. If her surprised look is any indication, she didn’t expect my garment to part as low as it did. The release has opened to mid thigh, and her eyes are immediately drawn, along with mine, to my hardening cock between us.
Freezing again, I wait to see if she will pull away. But instead, we both watch as she runs her fingers lightly down my body until she’s stroking my stiffening cock. Petting it as if she can’t believe it’s attached to me. The expression of awe on her face makes me wonder if she’s ever seen one before.
I can’t speak—in fact, I can barely breathe as her hesitant stroking makes tingles travel through my entire body, radiating out my limbs. My balls tighten uncomfortably as I get harder and harder, hitting against her chest as she wraps her hand around me as best she can.
“Is this okay?” Her breathless question makes me realize that although she’s the only one doing the touching, she’s just as affected as I am. Looking down at her clothing, I’m dying to see her again in just the small breast support she had on earlier.
“May I remove your…” I pluck at the shirt strap by the markings my hand was resting by, and she laughs lightly.
“Oh, right.” When she draws back, I watch in fascination as she pulls not only her shirt over her head but also the pink contraption, releasing her breasts to my view. The strange device was making them smaller than they actually are! They spill into the area between us, jiggling enticingly.
In awe, I reach forward to stroke down the top of one, admiring the dusty nipple that has hardened into a point. “Yes,” she whispers, pressing more firmly into my hand, “You can touch them.” Encouraged, I cup them as her hands return to my cock that’s now standing straight up between us.
I can’t believe my good fortune! For so many years, I convinced myself that my cock was just another tool that could be used to pleasure my Ermada. That it didn’t matter it didn’t harden, because I brought her to completion without it.
Sure, the lack of procreating was sad, but not entirely shocking. So many of our males are never able to produce offspring. I figured there was always the chance that’d be my lot too. I was fortunate to have my brother’s children to bring me joy. Castile and Dolan were such energetic and inquisitive boys, that I never lacked in interaction.
All my thoughts scatter as she uses two hands wrapped tightly around me to stroke the length of my cock. The pressure increases as she sets a slow, steady up and down motion that makes her breasts bounce. Our eyes are locked as she seems to watch for my reaction.
“Jo-Anne… this feels… I…” I can’t communicate what I’m feeling as the pleasure morphs and joins with a pressure that makes my eyes start to roll back in my head. Trying to focus, gripping her nipples, I pinch them as the pleasure ramps up to something I’ve never encountered before.
“Just relax, Remus. It’s supposed to feel good.” The last of her words end with her breath fluttering over my cock as she leans down and slowly licks the tip of me. It’s dripping fluid thicker than I’ve ever seen before, although I know the mechanics of what's occurring. It’s pre-cum, and as she glances down to flick out her tongue, her eyes snap back to me surprised.
“Mmm... Remus.” Her moan is loud in the tiny room. I’m not sure what she means until she turns back to focus on me and wraps her plump lips around the tip of my cock and sucks hard. I see stars as her tongue flicks on the underside and my
cock erupts in her mouth.
“Jo-Anne!” I’m gasping her name over and over without thought. What will she think? I didn’t give her any warning, but I’ve never had this happen to me before. “I’m sorry!”
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
- Jo-Anne
Holy shit! At first when Remus’s outfit exposed his cock, I was a little overwhelmed. He’s just so big—all over. And tall too.
Stroking his cock felt similar to holding a bat. Thick and hard, and I just couldn’t resist. That’s the problem—he’s so irresistible. My hands itch until I’m touching him.
He smells like mocha chocolate, and when I saw the pre-cum leaking out of the head—practically at eye level, I wanted to taste it. If someone told me a couple days ago, that I would want to taste a guy anywhere, I would’ve laughed. But damn, he’s sweet.
Literally, sweet. Vanilla icing, sweet. As soon as I realized it, I couldn’t resist latching my lips totally around him to draw out more—and I got more! Lots more.
He looked more shocked than I was when he erupted five seconds later. Maybe he thought he’d be able to hold out longer? When he apologized, I let him know right away it was fine.
Pulling him deeper into my throat, was tricky with his girth, but I sucked him down greedily. I already want more. In fact, I realize I’ve a deep ache inside me, and my clit is throbbing in tempo with my pulse. My own excitement has totally soaked my panties. I didn’t see any of those on the bed, so I hope I can get an alien replacement version.
“Don’t be sorry.” I swallow again and realize I missed a spot. Leaning down, I lick up the side of his dick that hasn’t even softened a bit yet. A guttural moan escapes him, and my thighs clamp together tightly.
Damn! Why does that make me even wetter? He’s still stroking my breasts as he pants, leaning against the window slightly. I study him in front of me, realizing the hair around his cock is the tickling sensation I feel. It languidly strokes my hands still holding him while he recovers.
“I didn’t mean to release in your mouth that way. That was…” His deep voice drifts off, so I cut in.
“Wonderful? Perfect? Exactly what you needed?” Laughing, I cup his balls and flutter my fingers over his length, tugging lightly. The fluid it pulls forward calls to me, beading on the head.
Pulling my eyes away, I look up at him where he’s gazing at me with a blank expression. His hair is waving around us both wildly, and that’s the only thing moving on him. As I focus back down at my hands and what's right there for me, I can’t resist.
Licking the last of his sweet release, I let him go and take a short step back, reaching beside me where I placed my shirts on the windowsill. “Are you upset?” Yanking my bra over my head, I’m starting to worry about his silence.
“No. No!” Pulling me towards him by my neck, Remus squeezes me to him, and I can feel him tugging my braid out of the back of my bra for me. “I just…” When his voice trails off again, I understand the issue.
“You feel guilty?” Damn! I knew this was wrong. I don’t even understand why I acted so boldly. It isn’t like me, but for once I just went with my gut.
“Guilty about coming in your mouth.” His arms squeeze me tighter, and I pull up my arms to give myself some room to peer up at him.
“No! I meant guilty about Lulila—you know, your wife?” My fists thump his chest lightly between us as I glare at him. This mating thing is so confusing. Everything feels so perfect and right, but I guess it’s no different from having past girlfriends and previous lovers. Everybody has baggage.
Except for me, really. Corey was great, but we were much better friends than lovers. I’m glad he’s the one who took my virginity, more because it felt like baggage than a good thing at the time. I was determined it would not be some old, creepy predator because of the situation I was living in.
“No, no, Jo-Anne. I’m handling this badly, but I’m not sure exactly how to tell you this, so I’ll just say it.” He takes a deep breath and my mind jumps around wondering what's coming next. “That was the first time for me.” I’m still blinking stupidly at him trying to figure out how that’s possible as he rushes to explain. “That’s why I didn’t realize I would release like that. Please, I’d really like to return the favor. I’ve been told I’m quite good at it.”
Damn. TMI.
But how can he have been married and never gotten a blowjob? My mouth’s still hanging open as I try to process what he’s saying. I mean, I get how I’ve never been on the receiving end of oral sex, but to have been together for ten years and never bothered to go down on him? Why?
Looking around briefly, I shrug. “This isn’t ideal, you know?” Most construction sites don’t have beds and this one is no different, even if we are in another dimension. “And I didn’t plan that… it just kind of happened. So, you don’t have to feel obligated to return the favor, or some nonsense like that.”
Pulling my tank top over my head, I step toward the door and give him room to finish fastening his suit. “I’m sorry if it’s confused the issue between us. It just felt… right.” Swallowing the lump in my throat, I realize I’m close to tears.
I hate this. My body wants to jump him, but I’m worried that he’ll hate me for it based on the weird way he’s acting now. “Do you think we’re okay to leave?” I want to change the subject and storm out so I can be alone for a few seconds, but it’s clear that even that slight bit of dignity isn’t going to be granted.
“Jo-Anne, wait.” Glancing back, he catches me and effortlessly lifts me, sitting me on the sink counter top in between the two holes. Pressing himself firmly against my knees, he spreads them around his hips and tugs my ass to the edge, trapping me against him.
Placing a hand at the back of my head, he pulls me forward for a kiss. Our mouths meet and clash, and he makes a loud, groaning noise, not stopping for an instant. His lips work fervently against mine, caressing and testing.
Kissing him back, I flick my tongue against his mouth, parting my lips so he can taste the sweetness he shared with me earlier.
In the next moment, his tongue brushes against mine, and my brain shuts off. It’s just him right now, with nothing between us. No aliens or past lovers matter.
My clit throbs as it demands attention. I can still feel his rock-hard erection pressed against me as he thrusts his tongue in my mouth. I tighten my legs and pull him harder against me, rubbing myself wantonly on him as I moan back. The pressure is perfect as his tongue tangles with mine.
He keeps kissing me, his tongue playing against mine with aggressive, dominate touches. Over and over again, we kiss until I realize that the keening sound I hear is me. It’s just so perfect and I’m so… so close!
My orgasm crashes over me as I totally lose control, grinding with abandon against his hard length.
What the hell? As my thoughts start to finally make sense, I realize he’s cradling my head at an angle. I didn’t even notice we’d stopped kissing, but it’s probably a good thing we did. All rational thought disappeared as I came. I could’ve bitten his tongue or something!
My lashes flutter as I try to focus on his face inches from mine. “Let’s go back to our room. I need you now. I want to bury myself so deep inside you, we forget about everything and everyone else.”
His furtive plea takes a moment to register. I can’t see anything beyond his hair that’s wrapped around us both. A beam of light from above is the only illumination on the stark planes of his face. He’s beautiful as he gazes at me. The softness in his eyes—the want… it’s overwhelming.
“Are you sure?” I manage to get out, clearing my throat and wondering if I screamed. My throat feels sore, and honestly, I’ve no idea why. “What about—”
“I don’t care. You shouldn’t care. No one will blame us for coming together. You’re perfect for me… you’re my mate.”
Pulling back, he helps me balance on the edge of the counter top, straightening my shirt but never taking his hands off me. “Please, say ye
s. It was wrong of me to bother telling you about Lulila. I’ve experienced more here with you in the last little while, than I ever physically felt with her.”
“Really?” I mean, come on! I find that hard to believe, but I sure enjoy hearing him say it. For some reason, having him tell me I’m important—more important than anyone else now or in the past, means something. There’s a strange longing in my chest that I don’t understand, but I feel empty without him.
“Yes, really. You’ve misunderstood so much, and I don’t want there to be any more mis-communications between us. When I said that I’d never had that happen before, I didn’t mean taking my cock in your mouth…”
As he hesitates, I scrunch my nose. I don’t get it?
“I meant I’ve never expelled out of my cock. It’s never been hard. I’ve never seen it hard and experienced that before—”
“Wait!” Grasping the side of the counter top by my hips, I scoot my butt back a bit to put some distance between us before bringing my hands up to pull his hair away. “What’re you talking about? How can you never have been hard before?”
I honestly don’t believe him. This must be a line, right? But as I squint my eyes in disbelief, I feel pleading along with my confusion. A pull that seems so strange between us.
“Can I carry you back? We can talk on the way, but I’d prefer to carry you in case those birds we saw are predators, and they return.” He’s still holding my shoulders, and I have to admit, I’d like that. My legs feel like noodles from my orgasm. I’ve barely begun to breathe normally again.
“Sure.” My answer is curt, but it’s hard not to feel like I’m being fed a load of bullshit. At this point, I’m curious. He’s never had an erection before? Could Lulila be more of a saint than I realized…
Scooping me up like a baby, I’m out of the bathroom, and we’re through the living space in what seems like a couple strides. It’s incredible as he quickly hits the tree line and sets off in a fast walk through the woods.
