Page 342 of Bride of Choice

A groan left him as his hands smoothed down my thighs. His upper hands slid up my back, one of the hands on my thighs slid down to my calf while one of his upper hands smoothed right over the large map of scars spanning my left side.

My body’s reaction was involuntary, instantaneous. A heady gasp escaped me and my back arched, thrusting my breasts out in the process, I shook with the best holy shit that feels so damn good shivers. Instant arousal. With him buried deep, my cunt tried to choke his dick, my channel clenched so hard.

A growling moan followed, his lips smacking to my forehead in a kiss.

Then he smoothed his hands up and down my calf and side, over and over, until I was a mindless, screaming, mewling mess demanding between nonsensical noises that he fuck me, and he was grinding his pelvis with mine, gritting his teeth to force back the howl in his throat.

Intense. That’s how I’d describe sex with Buu. Mind blowingly intense.

By the time our bodies had called it quits, I was ready to call it a night, forget even thinking about making dinner. Mama needed a nap.

Buu hissed as his retractable penis slipped back into his body, the seam housing his genitalia sealing shut right after. His fur hid it well, but I knew exactly where the opening was now.

Slipping me into his arms, he carried me to the salt baths and dipped us into one of the pools towards the back of the large room. Nuzzling my way up his shoulder, my tongue darted out to run along the vein bulging in his neck. He was furry, and I’d licked him, it was a furball waiting to be coughed up I was willing to risk.

I was not expecting him to yelp and then drop me in his shock.

Resurfacing with a splutter, I gave him a long, measuring look through the eye I wasn’t squinting shut. “I keep forgetting,” I mumbled, almost absently, “that we’re so different.” We could label neck licking your alien cave dweller a big nope.

Buu looked hurt for all of two seconds, before his expression smoothed out. Seeing that, I just snapped. “No. No, we are not going to be that couple, the dancing on eggshells headcases that end up resenting each other.” Taking a much needed deep breath, I continued, “Look, I like you, a lot, we’re heading into love your squishing insides to pieces territory, but this is never going to work between us if you can’t be honest with me, with yourself, with us and where we stand in our relationship, and just fucking tell me what it is I’m doing that you don’t like, why you don’t like it, so I can promise never to do whatever it was I’d unknowingly done to offend ever again, okee dokee?”

Buu just stared down at me unblinkingly, as if I’d grown three heads.

“I did that song and dance once- a lot, actually, and it won’t work. It never does. So, you know, you be you and I’ll be me, and if you have any questions about the many varied customs of my people, you know, just fire away, okay? I don’t want there to be any confusion between us.”

He nodded, but I wasn’t entirely sold on him understanding.

“Joalee… want stay with Buu,” he said slowly.

Frowning up at him, my brow furrowed so hard it hurt. “I mean, yeah, I’m your mate, aren’t I?”

“Buu claim Joalee,” he agreed with a nod. “Joalee Buu mate.” It felt like there was a but in there but I was lost as to how, so I let it go. Maybe I was just reading into it.

“And you’re my Peekaboo Buu-Kehr-bear. End of story. We’re together. We’re having a baby. You’re my fuzzy wuzzy, purple nurple angel. We’re good.” There. That should settle it. No confusion. Short and sweet. You’re mine, I’m yours, no more frowny faced what the fucks.

“Buu Joalee Peekedaboo, Buu-Kehr-ed-beared.” He gave a firm nod.

“Right.” My head bobbed in a nod. “Exactly. We’re together, a couple, forever and ever, amen.”

“A-ed-man,” he repeated, which just made me think he was repeating after me with no real idea what he was saying.

Fuck me.

My hand lifted to my forehead to rub at the spot between my eyes. I was getting a headache already. Praying for patience and that he didn’t get super upset with me and storm off, I took a deep, fortifying breath and dove in. “Do females of your kind… not lick their men?” I guessed. We could start there. That was simple.

“No know. Claiming private,” he admitted. “Go deep in caves, no want others watches.”

“Oh. Well, okay. I can work with that. So, uhm, for us, are there any things you don’t want me to do to you?” The Joanie was on a roll. My dude husbands support group back home would be proud. I thought of them frequently and all the advice I’d given as things cropped up with Buu. Couldn’t say I always followed it but, uh, yeah…

“Leave,” he said after some thought. “No want Joalee leave Buu.”

I smiled at that and hugged him to me. “I’m never leaving you. You’re kinda stuck with me.” Giving him a squeeze, I teased, “How would I ever manage without my Peekaboo?”

His clicking purr had me grinning like a fool.

Rubbing his hands soothingly up and down my back, he cleared his throat roughly before asking, “When- How- What Joalee do, want Buu to… Want Buu mount for claiming?”

“What do I do to tell you I’m ready for some lovin’?” I mused, but then countered immediately with, “What do you do, because I’m going to admit it’s been a rough couple of weeks and smiling at you like I’m ready to jump you just gets me a frowny faced stare.”

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