Page 21 of Bad Beehavior

“Okay.” Her voice breaks through the silence, and my heart pounds.

I turn toward her, a confused expression on my face.

“Can we just get this over with?”

I roll over to my stomach, my wings lying on my back, and pull myself up to my elbows, furrowing my brows. “I do not know what you mean.”

She groans. “I know there’s some freaky alien attraction thing you have going for you, and I know you know it too.” She folds over the covers on the empty half of her bed. “Can we just stop pretending and get this over with?”

I walk slowly toward her, tapping my finger against my chin. “I’m not sure if I understand. I thought you did not agree with the mission and wanted me to leave once my wings were healed.” I’m standing next to her bed, looking down at her.

Her breath heavies as she stares up at me. Her expression is so desperate; it’s taking everything in me to play this game with her and not to dive into her sweet cunt.

“I…” she stutters. “I don’t agree with your mission, and I do want you to leave once you’re healed, but while you’re here…”

“While I’m here?” I crawl onto the bed, slowly removing the space between us, but don’t touch her, even as she closes her eyes as if preparing for my contact. I lean forward, my lips almost grazing her pink lips.

“Yes, while you’re here…” she gets out between thick breaths, her chest heaving as she holds herself up with her outstretched arms. “Maybe we…could have…some fun?”

“Some fun?” I trail my fingers along her jaw, and she presses into me. I turn her head, my lips hovering above her ear. “I guess we could have some fun.”

I transform into my compact form, already positioned at her bottom half so I don’t need to fly to the spot I crave.

She gives a soft cry in protest, and her eyes pop open, searching for me. “Bee, what the fuck?” she whispers.

I crawl under a corner of the sheets and onto her leg.

She screams and throws the covers off her. “What are you doing?” she asks.

She can’t hear me in this form, so I continue crawling toward her curls—the source of the overpowering scent that weakens my six knees.

After a few seconds of confused stares, she seems to understand what I’m trying to do, and she slowly spreads her legs for me. “You better not crawl inside of me and try to impregnate me.”

From the energy my antennas detect, I imagine she would enjoy me being inside of her as much as I would. I imagine her walls clenching around me as she comes, and I shiver, but that’s not my plan for tonight.

My body vibrates wildly as I crawl onto the top of her cunt.

She moans, throwing her head back and resting on her back, spreading her legs wider for me.

I crawl between her folds, my body shaking from how aroused I am, and find her bud at the top. When I licked her earlier today, this was the spot that brought her toward her completion.

Ever since I watched her bring that vibrating object to her sweet cunt, I’ve dreamed about being the source of her moans. I’ve been wanting to vibrate on the source of her magnetic attraction.

She continues to cry out. “Bee, this is weird, but fuck, that feels so good.”

Her encouraging words make my stinger pulsate, and I must take myself into my hand, stoking myself as she vibrates in pleasure.

I can’t help but taste her. I lick her bud as I stroke myself steadily, and once my tongue makes contact, she moans even louder.

Her juices surround me, and I still don’t think I can get enough of the taste or the smell.

She praised the taste of my seed, but I wonder if she knows how much her own liquid affects me. I wish I could tell her all the naughty thoughts that play around in my mind right now, but it’s for the best because if I did, I would surely burst before I brought her to completion.

I continue vibrating, increasing the speed of my strokes as her moans rise in tempo, and her body slowly becomes more and more ridged.

I’m not experienced in sexual relations. Sure, I learned about it at the Academy, but all I was taught was for pollination purposes. Everything I’ve experienced with Jennessa today is purely for pleasure. It’s been such a short time with her, but I feel as if I know exactly what her body wants and when she’s so close to the edge. It just confirms my suspicion that we’re made for each other.

She gives one last cry, and her body shudders around me.

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