Page 54 of Wayfinder
Resting my hands on his broad, muscular shoulders, I bent over to kiss him. Jutuk threaded his fingers in my hair, giving a faint moan as our lips touched, and proceeded to kiss me silly. While I would be content to let him kiss me all night, I had other plans and reluctantly pulled my mouth from his.
I went onto my knees before him, letting my fingers trail along the taut muscles of his thighs. His cock jumped and strained against the leather of his pants at my touch, and I felt giddy with power. Moving more deftly than I would have expected in my aroused condition, I unfastened his pants, licking my lips in anticipation as his cock sprang free.
My hand could barely wrap around the girth. But Jutuk didn’t seem to mind, groaning and shifting his hips upward, causing my own body to tingle in anticipation. My fingers struggled to wrap around his thick shaft as I stroked him, tracing my fingertips over the ridges and veins that pulsed under my touch. I remembered well the feeling of him deep inside me, and a surge of desire caused my clit to pulse eagerly.
“What are you doing, my mate?” Jutuk groaned, his golden eyes focused on the movement of my hands.
“Showing you how very much I love and want you,” I murmured before lowering my head.
Jutuk’s calloused fingers gently stroked my hair, pushing the strands behind my ear so he could watch my progress unfettered. My lips hovered over him, and I heard his breath quicken when I couldn’t resist taking another lick, eliciting a tense shudder from his body.
“Holy Valana.” His voice was husky. “I never thought....”
“I wanted to taste you.” I glanced up at him from under my lashes, my tongue traveling up his length like an ice cream cone. “Do you want me to stop?”
“Sweet goddess, no!” He moaned, threading his fingers in my hair, not to hold me down but just keep me nearby.
A low hum of pleasure escaped my lips as he squirmed beneath my touch. Encouraged by his response, I summoned my courage and wrapped my lips around the swollen head of his cock. It was a tight fit, and my jaw ached instantly, but I could feel him trembling, chanting my name in breathy whispers. Taking a deep breath through my nose, his musky, spicy scent acting like an aphrodisiac, I focused on relaxing my mouth as I continued to stroke him, determined to take him deeper.
He gasped, and his hips bucked as I slowly slid my mouth down his length. Every inch felt enormous in my mouth, but I went slowly, using my hands to guide him deeper without itbeing overwhelming. He was so big that I could never fit all of him in, but Jutuk didn’t seem to care in the least, moaning blissfully as I continued to please him with my tongue and lips.
My fingertips traveled up and down his shaft, feeling the smoothness of his skin and the slight ridges of his alien anatomy. My fingers wrapped around him, carefully tracing each curve and bump as I stroked him with my hand and moved my mouth in unison. His taste, the way he twitched under my tongue and hands, the deep guttural moans of pleasure issued from his throat... the sensations were overwhelming, and I felt myself throb with arousal.
With every inch I took into my mouth, Jutuk’s grip on my hair tightened, and his body tensed. I raised my head slightly, allowing him to nearly slip out for a moment before taking him back in, feeling the muscles in his thighs twitch as he let out a deep groan of pleasure again... and again... and again.
With a deep, guttural growl that almost sounded like my name, Jutuk’s body shuddered, and his hand tightened in my hair as I felt him swell slightly and then explode. His cock pulsed against my tongue as he released into my mouth, hips thrusting upward so he hit the roof of my mouth with each hot spurt. The rush of his release slid down my throat, leaving a savory tang on my taste buds. Jutuk let out one more guttural moan, pleasure radiating from every pore. I continued to lick and suck, savoring every drop until he went limp, panting heavily.
I tilted my head back slightly and let my hands glide over his muscular thighs as we locked gazes. Jutuk’s eyes were glazed over, his expression one of pleasured disbelief, golden irises bright in the dim light.
Without a word, he lifted me to sit in his lap. His lips covered mine, his tongue hungrily exploring every inch of my mouth. When he pulled away, I trembled and pulsed with need.
“That was… I never….” His voice was low, and I felt the shivers running under his pelt like small subterranean earthquakes.
“You’ve never had a blow job before.” I teased, squirming on his thighs and grinning as I felt his cock grow hard again.
Jutuk held a thoughtful expression, and I felt a spasm of jealousy burn through me.
“Once on a pleasure ship, there was something similar, but nothing this incredible. You are perfect, my Pearl.”
“Glad you liked it.” I squirmed on his lap again, trying to ignore the idea that some other female had her lips around his cock. My cock.
“Now it’s my turn.”
Jutuk scooped me up in his arms, effortlessly lifting me off his lap to stand by the cot. With a gentle touch, he carefully removed my pants, tunic, and tank top, muttering at how I always wore too many layers while cooking.
My clothes fell to the floor in a heap, leaving my bare skin exposed to his eager touch. His fingers danced across my body, sending shivers of anticipation along my spine. Again, he sat on the cot, pulling me onto his lap, my legs instinctively parting as I straddled him. His hands cupped my breasts, teasing and tugging at my sensitive nipples until they hardened. He tilted me back over his arm, exploring every inch of my curves with his lips and tongue, causing me to moan and twitch with pleasure.
One brawny arm encircled my waist, keeping me upright as his skilled fingers played with my sensitive clit, teasing, and bringing me to the edge before pulling back. I couldn’t control the sounds escaping my lips as I pressed against his hand, feeling myself growing wetter with each touch. My nails dug into his shoulders, and I rocked my hips against him in desperate need of more.
“Please Jutuk.”
“Hmmm.” His mouth moved from my breasts to travel along my shoulder and neck.
“Please.” I moaned again, grinding myself against him.
“What do you want, my mate?” His voice was husky and teasing.
“I need...,” I whimpered as his fingers withdrew from inside me to tease my clit. “I need you inside me.”
