Page 30 of Purring, Presents, and Parties

Aubrey nestled against him. “Are you sure?”

He started purring. “Now that I’m growing accustomed to this environment, it’s not as startling or worrisome.”

She made a happy humming sound and started swaying a little. At first, he thought she was growing faint, but then he realized there was a rhythm to her movements. He matched her sway, and they moved in a slow circle with the warm water streaming around them.

He’d been too panicked to notice before, but the lights he brought reflected off the water’s surface to make dancingpatterns on the ceiling of the cave. The way the light interacted with the mineral formations even furthered the aesthetic appeal.

Because Aubrey enjoyed the warmth of the water and wasn’t bothered by the depth, he let her guide their swaying further toward the middle. The water reached to the tops of her shoulders, and she sighed with happiness.

“This is so nice! I wish we had some music.”

“What’s music?” he asked.

Aubrey looked up at him, her mouth hanging open. “You guys don’t do music?”

“Perhaps we do, but the word isn’t translating. Describe music to me.”

“Describe music? Yeah, don’t ask me any easy questions,” she muttered before speaking up. “It’s when you make pleasant sounds with instruments or your voice. There’s a lot of different styles and ways to do it.” She opened her mouth and started to speak in a way that blended her words together in a set cadence.

“That was a song, or a part of one,” she said. “I’m not really a singer. I think Liz is pretty good, you should ask her to sing something for you.”

“We don’t have this music, but I know some other species do, such as the Leemron. I’ll have to add this knowledge to the Unibase.”

“You do that,” she murmured, resting her head against his chest.

That’s when he became aware that Aubrey’s body was pressed close to his and her soft flesh was rubbing gently against the front of his mating pouch. Earlier he’d been too fearful to become aroused, and then he’d needed time to acclimate to being in water. With both issues behind him, his body was reacting to Aubrey’s beauty with the usual fervor.

He debated saying something when one of her little hands slid down and glided across the edge of his mating pouch, making him lose his rhythm and come to a stop.

“I think you’re getting hard for me,” she murmured.

Her words send blood rushing to his mating shaft. His hardening member pressed against the inside of his mating pouch, making him suck in a breath. It wasn’t painful, but it was uncomfortable.

“One of my favorite parts is when you first start to get really hard,” she continued. He couldn't help it, his rumble of soothing started to slow and deepen to one of arousal.

“Aubrey,” he rumbled out, his tone pleading. “Are you sure you wish to do this here? There are no soft places to lay down.”

“Then I guess we’ll have to get creative,” she said, placing both palms flat on his chest. She pressed, urging him to back up until his groin was above the water level. Once he was in the spot she wanted, she sank to her knees and licked at the growing gap at the top of his mating pouch.

Tarrian gasped and reached out to a nearby rock face to steady himself. More blood pushed into his mating shaft and the bulbous head started to poke out. Aubrey made a happy sound and put her lips on the exposed flesh.

Mating pouches were tough, thick skin covered in hard round keratin beads to protect the sensitive organs within. They were so well shielded that the Talin sex organs were intensely sensitive, and the slightest touch by Aubrey was brutally delicious.

His entire body shook as she sucked on him, pleasure shooting up his spine. Without warning, his mating shaft pulsed large and forced the pouch to snap down, exposing his mating shaft and seed sack to Aubrey’s sweet torture.

“There you are!” she exclaimed happily and grabbed him with both hands. Her fingers circled his shaft and squeezed, making him almost explode right then.

No, he refused to climax before his Aubrey! Grabbing her hands, he pulled them away.

“Hey!” Aubrey objected, looking up at him with a pout.

“Let me rumble for you first,” he demanded, putting his hands under her arms and lifting her up. Understanding his intention, she wrapped her legs around his torso with an eager sound.

They’d found out by accident not long ago that pressing Aubrey’s sex to his sternum, right over his chestbox, gave her a great deal of pleasure. They were shallow enough that he could sit and the water didn’t go past her ribcage. She gasped a little as he started rumbling, the water around them rippling a little from the vibrations.

“Best date ever!” she moaned, tightening her legs around him.

“Every rotation with you is the best date ever,” he agreed. “You make the entire calendar nothing but good dates.”

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