“Relationship?”
“So?”
“So…what is slut? And we have a relationship?”
“ARGH!” She didn’t understand a thing. He would have to take this slowly. “A slut is a man or woman who just gives their body away. Stop looking at my crotch!”
She couldn’t help it. Gray’s body in the dim light of sundown was something to behold. The colors caressed each limb lovingly and highlighted his best features, mainly the bulging cock that was barely restrained by the strange garment he had fashioned for himself.
“Am I not supposed to look?” she asked, unconsciously licking her lips as she struggled to pull her eyes up to his face.
“That’s not the point! Do you, Gethla, think that I, Gray, am a slut?”
“A slut shares his or her body. Is that not good?”
“No! A slut gives his body away without a relationship!”
“But I thought that we were in a relationship. You just said that we were.”
“A slut would be someone who, in a relationship with one person,” he growled, “Would give his body to someone else.”
“Have you given your body to someone else?”
“No! There’s no one else that I respect enough, no one else that I’ve wanted!”
“Then I guess you are not a slut. Can we discuss this relationship? Will we become partners like my father and his partner?”
“Am I doing something stupid here?” Gray stared up into the darkening sky. She didn’t think he was a slut. She didn’t even know what a slut was. “Why did you hit me?”
“The only stupid thing you did, Gray, was to risk your life for me. I am not worth your life. You should have gone to the river.” Now she was angry as she took up pacing. After a moment, she paused, looked down at the rocks in her hands, then winding up her arm, hurled them as far away from herself as she could, which was a considerable distance. “I am not worth your life!”
Gray blinked. Bingo! And he thought he had low self-esteem! “Gethla…”
“You have so much to live for, Gray! You have a future in Baltimoremaryland. You have your art and your Jarvis. You have so much to live for!”
“I couldn’t leave you behind!”
“Why? They were just going to sell me into the life that I was going to lead myself. I would not have been harmed. But you…you, Gray, could have been killed! Why?”
“Because I love you!” he shouted. “Okay? I love you. You mean the world to me and I’m taking you with me when I go back. Life would have no meaning without you. You belong to me!”
“I belong to no man,” Gethla whispered, her eyes filling with tears as his words sank into her brain. “I belong to myself. You taught me that.”
“You belong to me,” he growled, stepping closer and taking both her forearms in his hands. “You belong to me. I thought I taught you that.”
“Maybe you did,” she whispered. The feel of his precious body, so close to hers, began to move things within her soul.
“Then maybe I have to teach you again.” They had only her robe, tattered and torn, but it was filled with the scent of her. It felt as comfortable as his waterbed, he thought as he sat and drew her down to straddle his lap. This time, there was no fear, no uncertainty as she sat on him and relished the feel of his growing hardness between the two of them. A tug and his G-string was history. Some clever maneuvering and she was on her knees, her arms wrapped around his head as his mouth latched on one nipple.
“You know what I want,” she growled, her eyes narrowing as she took control of this episode. Gleefully, he gave in to her, letting her express herself and discover her own pleasure.
“Yes,” she snarled as she fisted her hands in his hair, pulling his head back to plunder his mouth, her tongue invading, drawing in the flavor of him. Gray gave in, submitting to her, letting her explore his mouth at her leisure as her hands left his hair and began to travel over his chest.
His nipples were pinched and pulled just this side of pain, and his response was just what she wanted. His cock grew hot and hard, throbbing with his heartbeat, the tip growing wet. “Mmm,” he purred and his arms went around her waist, his hands resting on her hips, kneading her ass cheeks. This was getting good. “Do what you want!”
“I was going to,” she returned before she pulled away to shove him on the ground on his back. Her eyes went directly to his cock, standing upright and proud. The purple head seemed to glow, beckoning her to touch, to caress, to taste.
Without missing another, moment, she dove down, her tongue lashing at his tip, tasting the salty fluid that bubbled from his slit.
“Shit. Gethla!” Gray gasped as he felt the rough surface of her tongue caressing him. This was a lot better than his seed, this fluid that was clear and plentiful. Fisting her hand at his base, she held him steady as she ran her tongue all over his cock, over each bump and vein. But then she paused. What was she to do now?
“In your mouth,” Gray tutored, seeing her hesitance. “You can try and take me into your mouth.”
“And then?”
“Suck.” So she did. She licked her lips and then Gray trembled at the feel of the hot wet mouth enclosing him. Her tongue cradled his head and she started a slight suction. “Oh sweet mother,” he groaned as the feelings of her went straight to his head, the one in her mouth, the most sensitive part. His hands reached up and fisted in her hair as he urged her up and down. Gethla thought the taste of him strange, but the texture was intoxicating. She wanted to try more, so she heeded his urgings and slid down on his cock until she met her fist.
“Please!” The plea burst from Gray’s mouth, much the way Gethla’s earlier pleas fell from hers.
“Whatever you want!” So she did it again, this time twisted her fist the way he did when he was self-pleasuring.
Gray went wild, his hips thrusting up to meet her mouth, losing himself in the sweet sensations. Sweat beaded across his skin and his hands automatically began to caress her scalp, silently urging her to do more. Gethla loved the feeling of him growing completely hard within her mouth, but she wanted to try something new. At the same time, one hand went to his hard nipples, while the other traveled low, like she saw him do, and gently cupped his hanging sac. Gethla was fascinated by the tender sac she held, and shocked to discover that it pulsed with his heartbeat yet was cool to the touch.
And her touching caused such a strong reaction in Gray. He arched up, a yell on his lips and she got a fresh spurt of his pre-cum.
“This is fun, Gray,” she gasped as she came up for air, tossing her hair behind her head.
“Are you ready for me?” Gray panted. He didn’t think he could take much more of her sweet torture. At her puzzled look, Gray decided to forgo pleasantries and just act.
Gripping her hips, he pulled her up, past his clenched stomach, past his chest, past his neck and directly onto his mouth.
“Ieeee!” Gethla screamed, as his tongue parted her lower lips and Gray got his first pure taste of Gethla. She tasted smoky, and feminine, and all of these good things. She bucked wildly in his hold, her hands going to her nipples to enhance the sensations. She learned fast.
Gray sucked and lapped at her clip, rolling it with his tongue, striving to give her maximum pleasure. Though she had been damp before, as he manipulated her clit, she became positively wet. He tongued her desperately, trying to wring every new sensation from her that he could.
Gethla, for her part, decided enough was enough. Her body had begun to crave that full feeling that his licking mouth just couldn’t give. “Gray,” she whimpered as she squirmed, “I need more.”
With one last lick at her clit, Gray decided to let her work her way down his body until she was poised directly over his cock. Her mouth watering, Gethla looked down and saw what she wanted. She looked into Gray’s eyes smiled. “Just like riding a Chroan,” she whispered before she grabbed his swaying cock and directed it to her slit.
Gray opened his mouth to speak, but Gethla was l
owering her body down over his, letting him sink into her slowly.
“Oh!” she gasped as she felt herself being filled to overflowing. “It feels deeper this way!” She tried to decide if she liked this new fullness.
But as she contemplated her next move, Gray slinked his fingers down and zeroed in on her swollen clit. Gethla jumped, involuntarily shifting him deep inside her where he struck something that made sparks fly in her mind. She rose up a bit, and let herself down, experiencing more of the same. Now this was more like it!
Gethla hit a pattern of raising and slamming herself down, increasing in speed as more sensations swamped her body. Gray, for his part gripped her by the waist and thrust his hips up. Slamming himself deeply inside her, he relished the feel of her body tightening around him. Together they moved, feeding off of shared sensations, sliding higher and higher into erotic bliss.
“Gethla, move, baby,” Gray hissed as he planted his feet and began to thrust up sharply.
Gethla keened as she felt that familiar tension knot in her stomach. She felt the upward spiral of passion that would lead her into the bliss that she had experienced in his arms before. Leaning forward, she thrust her tongue into his mouth, tasting the taste of Gray as well as herself. That was enough to send her over the edge.
Screaming, Gethla toppled over into ecstasy, her inner walls rhythmically clenching on his swelling cock. Gray paused for a moment, letting her ride out her first orgasm, gritting his teeth and praying for control. Finally when she began to sink down on him in exhaustion, he removed his caressing thumb and gave one hard thrust, striking her hidden G spot.
“What…?” Gethla shrieked as the sensations that just left her body immediately flooded in again.
Again and again, he thrust against that spot, making Gethla sink her nails into his chest, leaving welts on his skin as she felt her body building yet again. Grunting under the strain of holding back, Gray was determined to hold on until Gethla released again.
With an arch of his hips, he reversed their positions, quickly rising above her, never losing contact or rhythm as he slammed into her. Gethla threw back her head, her hair flying wildly about her as her body arched uncontrollably under his, meeting each of his thrusts, moving faster and demanding more.
She felt the tension recoil felt the muscles in her body grow tighter and tighter, and she couldn’t stop. Finally, she felt that stillness approach, that itching in her clitoris, that tensing of her inner walls in preparation to explode. Then she was flying again, this climax more intense than the first.
“Gray!” Tears rolling down her eyes, screaming his name to the heavens, Gethla felt her body orgasm again, felt her muscles milk the rock-hard cock within her. She was vaguely aware of Gray shouting and digging his hands into her hips, but then she was overwhelmed by the feelings. As the ebb and flow of her muscles began to ease, she felt Gray’s body settle onto her, a comforting weight that caressed her as well as soothed.
“Afterglowing?” she whispered through a mouth parched from yelling.
“Afterglowing,” Gray responded and closed his eyes. His climax was nothing short of spectacular, seeming to drain all the energy from his body. His shrinking cock still twitched within her, letting him know that he survived this ordeal, but left him eager for more.
“I can’t wait until we get home so that we can do this in a bed,” he whispered, but Gethla had already drifted off into a deep sleep. Gray smiled and closed his eyes for a small rest. His soul felt complete.
Chapter Twenty
“Mmm. And can we do this everyday?” Gethla snuggled her face deeper into Gray’s chest. In the aftermath of their passion, both lay tangled in the robes on the uncomfortable ground. But it could have been an air mattress or Gray’s famed waterbed, for all they noticed. The important part was that they were once again in each other’s arms.
“Everyday,” he promised. “Unless you’re on your monthlies. Or if we both have to work. Or if we’re angry, because angry sex may be fun but it causes more problems.”
“Monthlies?”
“You know? That once a month bleeding thing.”
“Your women bleed once a month?” Gray eased back a bit and looked down at her. Gethla, for her part, looked up at him, fear in her eyes. “Sure. Don’t you?”
“No! Would I have to start? They bleed once a month?”
“For a few days, yes.”
“They bleed for days and they don’t die?”
“Um, it’s not that kind of bleeding.”
“Then why do they do it? It doesn’t seem natural.”
Gray sighed and placed his palm on the back of her head, urging her face back into his chest. “Never mind,” he sighed. “Just rest here. I’ll explain it when I have the books.”
“Books?”
“I guess I have to teach you to read.”
“Read?”
“Go to sleep.”
“Yes, Gray.”
“We have to move early. We have to figure out what to do.”
“Yes, Gray.”
“You’re horny again, aren’t you?”
An evil giggle filled the air. “Yes Gray.”
With a sigh, he took her hand that was slowly massaging his chest, and began to lead it down. Gethla’s giggles faded as she felt the hard muscled plane of his chest give way to his cobblestone abs.
Then as her fingers touched the short hair around the base of his cock, her breath caught. It was hot and hard and throbbing, and all for her. “Mmm, Gray,” she purred and felt his stomach contract as he chuckled.
Hugging her closer, Gray ignored the sharp warm shafts of pleasure that tightened his balls, and ran his other hand down over her back. Sighing, Gethla snuggled in closer, enjoying the warm unhurried touching and the closeness this intimate act brought, lazily stroking her man, learning what made him shiver in delight.
“Follow my lead,” he whispered, then wrapped his fingers around her hand, teaching her which strokes worked for him, showing her which was the most sensitive places on his head and shaft.
“You get so wet,” she purred. “Like I do.”
“It’s to lube the way.” He ran his thumb under the head of cock, biting his lip in ecstasy as her thumb followed his lead, her tentative touches driving him mad.
“And I get wet for the same reason?”
“Yes,” he purred. “Are you wet now?”
“Yes.”
“How wet?”
Curiosity and desire filled his voice as he grinned down at her, his fingers stilling on his own erection. Before she could answer, he flipped her over onto her back and slid over her, holding his weight above her on his elbows.
“You’re wet for me?” He dropped his head and lapped at the soft skin of her lips.
Gethla tilted her head back, exposing her neck, welcoming his touch, but gasped as he rested his hips between her legs, pressing his erection against her moist opening.
“Not wet enough.” He thrust against her, dragging his hard cock against her lips and clit. Moaning, she arched up against him, trying for closer and more intense contact, but he rested his weight on her, holding her still.
His lips spread in a wide grin as he lapped at the skin of her neck, nibbled with his teeth, and trailed his caresses lower and lower. He licked and kissed the skin of her breasts before he pulled her hard nipples deeply into the wet heat of his mouth.
“Oh, Gray!” Gethla whimpered, arching her back and gyrating her hips against him, giving herself the stimulation that she craved, feeling the tension coil within her body.
“I love it when you call my name,” he purred. “Call me daddy.”
Gethla blinked up at him, some of the haze of her desire leaving as she listened to his words. Call him daddy? Not likely. She cocked her eyebrow at him.
“Challenge,” he chuckled in delight. He had never failed to fulfill a partner in bed, to get them to scream out in passion, and he would not fail now. Wrapping both hands around her thighs, he rose up and gave
her a jerk, sliding her hips up on his thighs, exposing her opening to his attentive gaze.
She was wet, dripping in fact with her own wetness and the evidence of his possession, but that was not enough. Chuckling, he caressed her with his thumb, rubbing slowly on the hood of her clit and touching nothing else.
Gethla moaned at the sensation, wiggling her hips to bring a more intense touch, but Gray kept his caresses light, a grin on his lips. Gethla wondered what he was going to do. She knew that this would soon bore her, but the confident look and the building pleasure between her thighs gave her reason to lose a bit of her doubt.
Soon the sensation became an itch that demanded to be scratched. And since he was doing nothing more, she lowered her hands to scratch it herself, but Gray’s free hand intercepted her.
“Uh, uh, uh,” he teased as he bent low to bite the flesh between her neck and shoulder, sending a blinding flash of desire through her. “No cheating.”
Gethla closed her eyes as her mouth opened, a deep moan spilling free. She couldn’t even comment on Gray’s answering chuckle, because right at that moment, he ran his thumb over her swollen lips, pressing firmly inward.
Gethla’s heels dug into the robe beneath them. She arched her hips closer as his lips traveled down to her breasts. Gray kept his hold steady and firm as his lips pulled at one swollen nipple, then the other, slowly increasing the pace of his caresses.
Her hands reached up, her nails digging into the skin of his wrists, trying to pull him closer, but Gray let his lips travel up to her neck again, stimulating the erogenous zones there.
The taste of her skin, the feel of her body beneath him, all combined to make his hunger rise to the surface. He began to grind his hips in sympathy, but he maintained his control always stimulating her, but never giving her enough to send her over the edge. Teasing and consistent, he slowly around her senses with those few concentrated caresses.
“Gray,” she finally gasped as her heart began to pound in her chest, her nipples to swell, and her body to be taken with fine tremors. “Please?”
“Not the right words,” he growled as he loosed one hand to pinch her nipples, heightening her pleasure.
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