Page 10 of To Free a Soul
“Weldir, wait,” she whispered, reaching up to grab his left horn since it was more visible, and therefore tangible.
He paused just as he placed his mouth against the flat part of her chest, and Lindiwe knew where his next destination would have been. Especially as he’d been ‘expertly’ caressing a hand up the inside of one of her thighs.
He was starting this how he always did: by placing his lips around her nipple and touching her clit.
She leaned forward to look down at him, and with his lips still against her chest, his head dipped back slightly to greet her gaze.
Licking her lips nervously, she almost told him it was fine to continue. Especially as his expression appeared more heated than usual, and she wondered if he’d been practising it – she knew it didn’t come naturally to him.
Palming down his shoulders and chest, knowing she touched some of the solid streaks of his swirling torso, she said, “I want to try something different.”
She’d been wanting to give rather than just take from the very beginning.
“What did you have in mind?” he asked, lifting to tower over her due to their differing heights. He placed his hands on her curved hips, resting them there – but she knew his grip was to keep her near.
Drawing in a calming breath, Lindiwe strove for sensual and confident, rather than letting the anxious, bashful clamouring in her heart win. She traced the pad of her index finger down his leanly muscular chest until she reached his navel. She didn’tknow how she managed to keep her gaze on the pitch-black wells of his eyes, but she did.
“Umm, I was thinking I could go down on you,” she murmured playfully.
I’ve heard men love this.Now that they were being touchy with each other, her mouth wanted to do more than nip with her words and kisses.
Weldir opened his mouth and then immediately shut it. Then, for a long while, he remained still, his expression unchanging. His chest, always lacking in breath, never moved, and she could never perceive a heartbeat under her palm no matter how hard she tried.
He stared down at her silently, thinkingvery deeply.
The sultry smile she’d been wearing began to crack.He doesn’t want that?
He finally lifted a hand and cupped her cheek, then parted her lips by pulling down on the fuller bottom one with the pad of his thumb. “I think I would like to see you use that pesky mouth of yours on me, rather than against me.”
Her smile renewed, and a spark of nervous giddiness coiled in her belly and chest.
Her fingers skimmed down his body, tracing what she could while the pads of them occasionally dipped into nothingness. Lindiwe just pretended he was completely there, so the motion didn’t falter or feel odd. Then she reached his groin, and the plane that led to where his cock was.
Or, rather, should have been.
When she looked down, there was nothing.
“Uh, do you mind?” she asked, really wishing she hadn’t needed to.
Don’t most men get erect by now?Actually, that brought on a load of questions.I’ve never seen his penis just dangling.She should have, right? Considering he never wore clothing.
She loathed to admit that she’d never been comfortable peeking at his groin, and did so fleetingly. Just enough to know nothing was there when there should be.I guess it’s like... inside him?
That question was answered when right where a cock would be, a bulge formed, and then something pushed forward from within him. It was all one colour: chalky black like the rest of him, with the slightest outer glow of grey that silhouetted his entire body.
At least it looks like the paintings and sculptures I’ve seen.
The girth was impressive, but Lindiwe had already surmised that after having it inside her. It was long, but not enough to make her clench her legs together in concern. The head, more bulbous than the rest of it, had a small slitted line connecting to the frenulum.
She was relieved that at least something about it was like a human man’s.
Keeping her eyes on it, her gaze a little more excited than she truly wanted it to be, she knelt. She gasped when she swayed back in the lack of gravity and reached out for something to anchor her, only to grab his dick. She let it go with her cheeks heating.
“Could I have something to lean on?”
In an instant, her legs, which had been swaying beneath her, were propped up as if she knelt on a floor. Her body relaxed into it, like her weight had become something of substance. Even her breasts felt a little heavier, and her hair didn’t float up around her head as much, only the tips waving as if they were just too light to be weighed down.
Placing her left hand on one of her spread knees for balance, she swallowed when her hungry gaze landed on the cock right before her. She shifted her focus higher to meet his eyes and noticed how he towered over her.
