Page 59 of Ava Greasemonkey

He didn’t let her rear back to observe long, instead reaching forward and sliding his tongue between her neck and shoulders. An electric feeling followed where he moved.

Vox pulled at her jumpsuit, sliding the material down until her breasts were bare. He then gently pushed her back and cupped one with his hand, feeling the texture. Ava leaned in to the sensation as he got to her nipple and rolled it in his fingers. She felt a jolt from the pressure. He let go a second later.

Her hesitation returned as she watched him look at her body, forgetting her own curiosity toward his. “Am I that different from your females?”

Vox looked at her, eyes hungry and hooded. He flashed a deep purple before responding, “Different, but similar. And enticing in a way that is unexpected.” His eyes fixated on her breasts. “Our females do not have these.”

He leaned forward and placed his mouth over her nipple. Ava yelped and then groaned aloud at the flush that went throughher from the sensation. When his tongue connected with her nipple, the electric feeling happened again.

Vox kept pressure on the one side he already tasted with his hand and moved his mouth over to the other, repeating the action. Ava shuddered, pressing her body into his mouth while he explored with his tongue.

He broke away, breathing heavily himself, and kissed her on the forehead gently.

She felt a pressure under her bottom that was not there before and looked down at it in question, scooting back.

“Yes, I wish to mate with you, Ava. But not here. And not with my brethren across the hall able to listen in. Since you are not leaving, then I do not want to wait any longer. It will bind me to you and give us both more strength on Torga.”

Ava didn’t know what to make of that but flushed at the thought of the others potentially listening in.

“Can we go back to the room I was staying in?”

Vox nodded, pulling up her jumpsuit to cover her breasts once more, closing it in a brisk fashion. “Yes. Let’s satiate this need between us.”

Halfway through the walk, Vox gathered her in his arms to move faster. Ava let out a yelp when he picked her up, but didn’t resist, hugging him around his shoulders. When they made it to the room, he put her down and Ava hurriedly closed the door behind her. Vox picked her up again and turned her around, pressing her against the wall and kissing her. Ava’s mind blotted everything else out until that was all that mattered. She let the heat between them lead the way, pulling on his jumpsuit, pressing herself into him.

Vox angled his head down to look in her eyes. “You do want this, Ava?” he confirmed.

Ava nodded and kissed him in reply. That was all the confirmation Vox seemed to need as he pushed into her kiss, deepening it.

He stroked down her torso, lingering over the curve of her hips before he growled at the fabric separating them, quickly pushing it down. He was not gentle with the jumpsuit like he was earlier in the mess hall. His hands traveled up to her exposed breasts, and Ava’s back arched instinctively. His hands grew possessive on her body.

Ava matched his passion, tugging upon the rough material covering him. Vox took his hands away from her bare chest and quickly complied, pulling his jumpsuit down in one motion, discarding it on the floor.

A vast expanse of blue with golden lines intersecting on his chest met her eyes. She only caught a glimpse as Vox crowded into her space and ran his hands down the length of her body, skin on skin, pushing down her jumpsuit the rest of the way. She stepped out of it and stood fully exposed before him, backing up.

He studied her a moment, smile on his lips. A fluttering sensation flowed across her chest. Vox stepped forward and traced the line of her breast down to her hip bone, lingering on her belly button. It matched one on his own abdomen. Ava’s gaze went lower to see his shaft extended toward her. She swallowed, feeling her body heat as she examined it.

“In one area we match,” Vox said teasingly as he placed his hand over her belly button. Ava looked where he was pointing, above his shaft, and placed her hand a second later in the same place on his abdomen.

He took her hand off his stomach and pushed it lower until she was able to grasp his penis in her hand; it was soft and pliable, but also so very hard. Ava suddenly felt shy and hesitant, holding that part of him in her hand.

She explored it curiously while he allowed the contact, his gaze becoming more and more heated until he stepped out of her hand and nudged her backward until the back of her knees hit the bed. Ava watched as his gaze traveled between her peaked breasts and down to where her sex lay exposed to the chilled air.

He gently pressed on her shoulders until she leaned back on her elbows on the bed, then joined her, lying next to her. He slid his hand between her legs, his soft fingertips digging into her warmth and stroking her sex up and down, before removing his hand and looking at his wet fingers. “This is different,” he said, examining his fingers.

Ava leaned on him, panting from his attention. She watched as he sampled her, long blue tongue coming out to lick his fingers, reminding her of the same way he’d tried her tears a few cycles ago.

Vox flashed purple briefly after tasting, then dragged his hand down to finger her once more, growling a guttural sound, eyes flashing. Ava threw her head back, feeling sensations she never had before. He made her feel desired. Like she was important. Like . . . Ava looked at him, his eyes gentle as they looked back . . . like she was loved.

His gaze bore into her, restating that truth without words. She reached up with her hand and ran her fingers lightly over the frills on his head. He leaned in to her touch before bending forward to push her back on the bed.

Ava had nothing to compare this to. It was not like the exploring she’d done with the other Human males. That was heated kisses and a few pets, unlike the want and need currently roiling through her. Nothing else mattered to her beyond this moment, beyond what she felt with him here right now. Ava closed her eyes and shuddered as he stroked between her legs. She focused on the sensation of his petting, longing for release, feeling a fire build within her.

“Vox . . .” she whispered, grinding down on his hand. He responded by growling her name out as well. She led his hand to where it felt the most intense, at the top of her sex, gasping when he connected with her clit. It was almost too much. Vox was a fast learner, recognizing where she was most sensitive and focusing his attention there. His other hand held her hip, keeping her in place as he explored.

He hummed and removed his hand from her clit before repositioning himself to kiss along her collarbone. She whimpered at the loss of contact from his hand. Ava placed her hands on his head as he trailed his kisses down lower.

“I will have you, Ava,” Vox said before nudging her so her legs spread wider.

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