Page 24 of Breedable Boys from Outer Space
“Why?”
“So I can spoon up behind you and take you slow and gentle.”
He shivered, shifted, and turned onto his other side.
I tugged him close so that his back was against my chest, moved his leg to give me access, and slid deep inside him again.
Lumi let out a long moaning sigh.
“Good, Sweetheart?” I asked.
“I would like for you to always be inside me.”
“Mmmm,” I agreed as I started thrusting. “That does sound nice. Though I think we’d both be too sensitive after a while.”
He sighed. “That is likely.”
I dragged my teeth over the shell of his ear. “But this is a good position for trying. I’ll stay inside you as long as I can after we’ve come, or until you want me out.”
“I would like that.”
I thrust slowly, taking my mate with long smooth strokes that left him whimpering and clawing the sheets. We were both sensitive from having come already, so I wasn’t surprised when both our movements became erratic as we chased our pleasure.
“Avery…” he gasped. “I am…”
I kissed the spot where his neck met his shoulder. “Me too, Lumi. Me too. Don’t hold back.”
I slid my hand down his side, across, and wrapped it around his cock, stroking it to the same pace as my thrusts.
Lumi cried out as he came, cock pulsing and spilling cum over my fingers. And the sensation of his pleasure around me was enough to send me over the edge as well. I held myself deep as I filled his womb again.
I held him just like that for several minutes before shifting enough to snag a couple of tissues. I wiped my hand clean, then started patting the bed in front of him.
“What are you doing?” he asked sleepily.
“Looking for the wet spot,” I replied, puzzled at not finding it. “I want to move you away from it.”
He yawned. “Dry bedding.”
I blinked. “What?”
He sighed and snuggled against the arm still under his head. “Dry bedding. Special fibers remove moisture. No wet spot.”
I chuckled and kissed his shoulder. “You mean these sheets are from your world?”
“Yes,” he replied with another yawn. “Our early volunteers did not like your bedding… and the wet spots. Subsequent transports brought dry bedding in sizes for your beds.”
I smiled. “No wonder the sheets are so nice. So no matter how many times I make you come, there won’t be a wet spot?”
“That is correct.”
I lightly nipped his skin. “Want to put it to the test?”
He turned his head and glanced back with a soft smile. “Yes.”
I shifted to kiss him. “Good, because I plan to make you come a lot tomorrow.”
“I would like that.” He yawned again. “Stay inside me while I sleep?”
