by Pearl Tate
“But you have to go to the doctor!” Karen’s hands slide up my biceps to lightly pull at my lip. Her gaze is like sunshine to my skin, and I feel as if I could heal just being in her presence. “It isn’t going to be much fun to kiss until this is healed up.”
Leaning down, I keep my body flush with her, and her breasts come higher towards my face. I don’t understand this instinct to suckle them, but I know when the first chance presents itself, that’s what I want to do. Draw those small, tight nubs into my mouth to flick my tongue across the peach flesh.
“We could try anyways? I’m not sure I agree with that assessment and wish to test your theory.” My hair fibers have already been going wild around us, but when she gingerly slides her fingers into it on each side of my head, it explodes. Not only around us, but also between us in a frenzy. The strands know their mate is here with them, and I’ve lost all control.
Karen only looks taken aback for a moment before her eyes settle back on my lips with a small smile of her own directed at me. Tugging me down, I willingly sink to the seat behind me in the corner of the spray area. I’ve never been so thankful for the resting spot. Even though I wouldn’t wish this to end—ever, I’m exhausted, and my legs do feel like they could give out beneath me at any moment. There’s no need to embarrass myself any further.
When our lips meet though, a renewed sense of purpose and energy blasts through my system. The first press between us is tentative. Even though I’ve never done this before—never done anything remotely sexual with anyone actually—I understand the mechanics, and as I suspected, it’ll come naturally.
Wrapping my own hand around her neck, her silky skin melts under my fingers as I pull her back for another brush. Once, twice, until her moans of need between us gives me the opportunity I’ve been waiting for. Pressing my mouth to hers, I slip my tongue between us, and she opens willingly.
Even though I’ve seen this done many times, I’m startled by how intimate and arousing it is. How can others such as Bren and Hannah perform this act in front of others and control themselves? My dick’s as hard as a rod between us, throbbing in the air and twitching every time a droplet of water falls innocently from her body onto it.
As our tongues meet and tangle, sliding against each other, I thrust mine more aggressively into her mouth, mimicking the act my cock is so desperate to begin with her. Karen’s little noises only encourage me to continue tugging her towards me, wanting more. Needing more.
She shifts over me, straddling one of my thighs where I sit, still cupping my head as her hands sink deeper into my frolicking fibers, scratching my scalp. Tiny prickles of awareness skip across my skin as she sinks down on my leg, and I feel her slick cunt settle on my skin. It’s as if a bolt of energy shoots through me, energizing me more to please her properly.
Karen must feel it too as she presses her entire torso to me as I lean back, granting her access to do what she will. As she breaks away briefly, my eyes open to see her slightly above me, panting lightly. Our eyes connect, searching before she breathes out, “Am I hurting you?”
I can’t help the chuckle that escapes before I yank her swollen, pink lips back to mine. My words are muffled and almost incoherent as I declare, “If this is pain, give me more.”
Wrapping my arms around her, I grab her ass to tug her up my body until she rest high on my hip where my cock twitches as her own hip rubs against it. My member throbs with anticipation at her slight press of her body.
Ignoring it, I drop my hand to run my fingers along the enticing crack of her ass. Our tongues tangle as she begins to rock on me, taking her pleasure as I circle her ass, exploring in my own way. Her body is perfect.
Her silky skin slides firmly across mine as her muscles dance under my hands. Dropping the fingers of one hand lower, they experience a copious amount of sleek fluid at her folds. Her body is open to me as I cup her arousal and slide my fingers back and forth.
Karen goes wild over me as her body grinds against mine. I rub more vigorously and am rewarded with more viscous fluid dripping between us. The pressure has her body giving under my fingers, and I can’t help but explore with my middle finger, letting it press slowly inside her.
Her body grips tight as my finger’s sucked inside her snug channel. Our kissing slows as she pulls away, throwing her head back right as my finger is clasped in a grip that pulls me deeper inside her. The fluttering muscles around my finger surprise me, and I look up in awe to watch her face as her pleasure explodes.
Her breasts are right near my face, so I swoop down and capture the tight nub in my mouth as I imagined I would. It’s perfect as she squeezes my finger, milking it for what only I can give her.
“Selas! Oh, god…” Circling the nipple I’m sucking, I’m not surprised as my own climax overtakes me. My cock explodes under her hip, excited and overcome by the friction as I watch her come apart above me.
What I am surprised by is the intensity—the raw pleasure that shoots through me. It’s sensation overload as my cock releases and releases, over and over again, twitching in envy of my fingers now coated with her release.
We both freeze as we pant loudly together before she collapses totally above me, and her nipple slips from my lips. Gingerly, I pull my finger from her body where it still clenches me so tightly, I can’t help but wonder how I’ll fit inside her.
Is it normal for a female’s body to feel so tiny compared to mine? Will she really stretch to accommodate my cock that still twitches in anticipation even after this release?
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
- Karen
Chills shoot through my body as I melt on top of the huge, alien man beneath me. I can’t believe I just did that! Now that was an orgasm!
I’ve been able to make myself have an orgasm a few times. Understandably, since I was never attracted to anyone for so long, I read up a bit online about whether I could be frigid or not. Partly because I had more than one boy over the years tell me I was.
You can’t have a heavy make out session with someone who’s hard as a rock in your hand, and not get aroused yourself, right? But that’s exactly what’s happened to me—many, many times. It just never did anything for me.
I’ve even entertained the idea that maybe women were more my speed, but I’ve never even had a crush on one, let alone been attracted. At least I’ve wanted to be attracted to men. I’ve liked them and wanted to get to know them, but when it came to being physical—not so much.
But this—this time, he barely has to touch me. Just being with him—and even more weirdly, just smelling him… I felt like I could come on his lap. And I did. My orgasm dwarfed anything I’ve ever experienced on my own.
We barely kissed. Barely touched, and I was climbing on his lap to grind on him like a lap dance!
When his large, broad fingers breached me, it was as if my body just knew it was him. Knew I was ready. My orgasm was off the charts! I can’t imagine it’s going to get better than that. Is that even possible?
If so, I might pass out from the pleasure.
Now that my mind has actually started functioning again, embarrassment seeps in. Not actual regret because I want to do it again, but definitely concern for him, too. He just went through an ordeal that would put most people in a hospital. In addition to the physical injuries, he’s been imprisoned too. It wasn’t long, but he’s been traumatized.
Bracing my legs under me, I grip his shoulders as I lift off him and try to gain my bearings. Just as I suspected, his cum sticks between us as I detach myself from him. Incredibly, he’s still hard as a rock while he holds my upper arms, and I settle my feet on the wet shower floor.
The water still feels incredible and warm. I’m impressed we haven’t lost all the hot water like I did every time I followed my sister into the shower while living at home. “I… I’m sorry if I hurt you. Are you okay?”
Selas’s smile is huge and has to hurt his lip again, but if it does at all, he doesn’t let on. “I’m incredible. You’re i
ncredible.”
Smiling back, a nervous giggle escapes me as I turn back into the spray and begin to run my hands over my hip and belly to rinse off his release. “Wait.” I didn’t hear him move, but his voice is right in my ear. He’s standing close behind me as I glance over my shoulder. “Let me do that.”
Dropping my hands, I turn towards him to admire the mating marks that have deepened in color in the short time we’ve been together. Some parts of the design are thinner and more intricate as the spin together in a design reminiscent of Celtic's interlocking vines. They’re everywhere. Starting from his neck, they travel down both his arms and chest—all the way to around his cock and upper thighs.
Drawing my eyes back up, I enjoy his hands gently skimming over my body as I reach forward to trace a looping design slowly. The bright blue fades under my finger. Light blue, then teal, then green until it becomes a fiery yellow. Iridescent flares of orange and red ripple out from the point I trace.
“Incredible,” I whisper, entranced with the display on his skin.
“Mm.” His voice rumbles through my fingers on his chest. “You’re incredible. I’d only seen you once in a daily reflection before you showed in that clearing. I wasn’t brought up with traditional values and teachings in my home. Everyone was too busy surviving to take the time to train us on how to relax. But while I was tied to those trees, reflections took me away, and I saw… you.”
My eyes shoot to him, uncertainly before I squeak out hoarsely, “And you’re okay with what you saw?”
“Oh, Karen. I was beguiled.” Pulling me forward, he lifts me in his arms.
I’m distracted by the feeling of our wet bodies sliding against each other before his lips crash down on mine again as he plunges his tongue into my mouth.
I hear the water stop behind us as he steps out of the shower stall. One arm releases me, and a towel is wrapped around my back before he mumbles against my lips, “I can’t have my mate getting cold.” His arms squeeze me tight as his deep voice rumbles in my ear.
I blush at his possessive tone as he walks out of the bathroom and into what must be his bedroom. It was silly of me to not realize that this is his place. Sure, there are no personal effects around which is a little weird, but from the sounds of it, he hasn’t really been on Dactyles that long. “How long have you been here?”
As he places me on the bed, he moves to open up a drawer to pull out his own clothing before sitting next to me where I’ve frozen, still wrapped in the towel on the plush surface. “Almost forty rotations. Forty very long rotations.”
Pulling the towel off my body, I wrap it around my dripping hair, and pick up the clothing that Jenny placed out for me. “What do you do on the Discovery?”
“Me personally or the Discovery in general?” It looks like we’re going to match, because he’s putting on a jumpsuit identical to the one I’ve been wearing for the last two weeks.
“I know the Discovery travels around your ‘zone’ and checks on the area and planets and stuff, so I was thinking more about you personally.” Scooting to the end of the bed, I shake out the material and work on getting my damp legs into it. When he doesn’t answer, I glance over to see him completely dressed and watching my chest with interest. “Oh no, no distractions. You’re going to see a doctor, and we can make sure you’re clear of any head injuries. Your face looks like you took a few good hits.”
His eyes shift to my face, and I’m happy to see eye rolling is universal. “I’m the captain’s right hand. I pretty much do his job when he takes his breaks, which includes reviewing all the logs for completion and making sure all navigation is followed accurately. It’s pretty much just a continual rotation of checking other people’s work. Organizing, troubleshooting, and other miscellaneous items that come up, as well. But I’m more interested in you. You were going to school?”
Nodding, I stand to pull the jumpsuit up, shoving my arms in the sleeves and beginning the fastener that starts at mid-thigh. “Yeah. I’ve always been really active in Aikido, but unless I want to be a teacher—something my family wouldn’t have been impressed with, there isn’t much of a career in that. I was only in my second year of college, and taking the basic requirements for a liberal arts degree. I needed to get serious about a major by the end of this year and leaning toward psychology.”
He shakes his head with a blank look. “It’s the study of the human mind, specifically our behavior in different circumstances. You can become a doctor that helps people overcome issues they have in certain circumstances.” When he doesn’t say anything after a brief pause, I add, “Sounds boring, huh?”
“Yes.” I realize his short answer has more to do with him watching me arrange my chest for maximum support in the form fitting suit than from lack of interest in my degree decisions.
Laughing, I turn slightly away and peer over my shoulder. “Yeah, well I thought so too. I was just going through the motions for my family.” Spinning around to face him, I hold my arms out to the side at shoulder height. “Do I look acceptable?”
Blinking a few times, his eyes sweep up and down. “That… I didn’t realize how revealing that was on you.” Watching his teeth grind, I wonder what the problem is. I was wearing the exact outfit earlier. “Maybe you should stay here while I go over to medical.”
Throwing my hands on my hips, I give him an indignant stare. “What? So you can give me a line about how you’re totally fine when you should be on bed rest?”
“I would never lie to you!” Standing, he takes a step closer and pulls me into his arms. “Can’t you feel my sincerity? My interest… and my possessiveness?”
Ah. Now I’m starting to understand. He’s having second thoughts about anyone seeing me in this ridiculous jumpsuit. “You’re not embarrassed of me though, right?” I hadn’t given the jumpsuit too much thought while I was on The Top Pick over the last two weeks.
Remus and Travek are so mated, their eyes rarely leave Lisa and Jo-Anne and Gilip is a grump that would rather review logs than look at anyone. I’m not sure what his problem is, but he studiously avoids interacting with anyone. Jo-Anne and Lisa have talked about it and said that ever since Travek’s brother Sol ended up with mating marks on New Earth, he’s been strangely quiet. They aren’t sure if he just misses Sol, since he is coming back this way with the Ashen, but whatever. They should be here anytime now. Who knows?
Selas’s hands lift to unwind the towel from my hair before tossing it behind me. “Karen.” Shaking his head slowly in front of me, he leans in to put our faces at eye level. “Karen, I could never be embarrassed of you. In fact, I’m extremely proud of you. You’re a hero. As brave as any male I’ve ever known.”
His fingers stroke through my hair starting at my temples, and my eyes drop closed in embarrassment. “You realize that, right? You ran out on a strange planet into heavy trees and foliage at dusk while fighting was going on all around you. You saved Tier… and me.” His voice falters as I crack my eyes to look up at him. “No, I’ll never be embarrassed of you. I just don’t want to embarrass you.”
“Wait? What do you mean by that?” He sinks to the bed behind him, pulling me closer between his legs so our faces are level again. He hesitates, but when I slide my hands up his arms to squeeze his shoulders, his jaw visibly unlocks as he swallows.
“There may be talk that I failed. I was captured—then subsequently saved by a female. Which in turn means they’ll be staring at you… in this…” He runs his hand down my side before grabbing my hip and gripping it firmly. “You’re so beautiful.”
Wow. That was wise to tack on. He’s worried about other guys looking at me? Okay. I do remember some discussion with Travek and Remus about possessiveness and raging. They get pretty territorial and worked up if their mate is threatened in any way. But this isn’t going to be because of any threat. This is just plain, old jealousy.
“You know I can’t control other people looking at me, right?” My voice is factual as I point out the obvious.
/> Nodding, he looks down at my chest. Grasping his chin with my fingers, I tilt it up to look at me, smiling slightly. “If it helps, I only have eyes for you. In fact, I’ve only ever had eyes for you.” He visibly swallows as his eyes widen at my words. “I’ve dated but never found anyone I wanted to be with for any length of time. Does that make sense?”
I’m not going to spell it out. It’s embarrassing to say, and I’ve asked around. There’s a good chance that Selas is promised to someone on his planet. That’s how it was with Travek and Sol. Remus was already married when he met Jo-Anne. “Are you married?”
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
- Karen
Selas seems taken aback by my question—or maybe it’s the change in the subject, but that isn’t a good sign. There’s just so much we don’t know about each other. “By married, do you mean promised to another like Bren was to Vina?”
“Sure.” Sounds close anyway.
“No.”
“Oh, okay.” I can’t keep the relieved smile off my face. “I’m not either!” I tack on for good measure.
Selas nods his head slowly before standing and moving out into the living area. “Do you need anything before we go?”
Is he stalling? I can’t quite figure out what he’s hiding, and that fact is starting to weird me out. Turning around, I call no over my shoulder before stepping back into the bathroom. Oh man! My hair’s a rats nest.
Working to finger comb the strands, Selas holds a metal comb out in front of me, waving it slightly. Looking at him, I smile my thanks before putting it to quick work. I look fine, I think. Sure, my outfit is kind of tight, but it’s so comfortable that I’ve gotten over any lack of fashion it holds. It fits like my yoga workout wear from home, even if it’s all one piece. The material is better. Stretchier, and according to Travek, made out of some fancy nanotechnology material.
