Page 55 of Whoops-A-Mate From Outer Space
“I see,” I replied as I finished pulling down his zipper, then curled my fingers into his waistband. I glanced up to see a soft smile on his face. “May I?”
He nodded. “Yes.”
I turned back to focus on his pants as I started pulling them down. My mouth watered as I got my first look at the patch of dark hair at the base of his cock, then the blue skin of his shaft was revealed. I moaned as he finally sprang free, long and slender.
I couldn’t help myself as I leaned in and ran my nose through the hair before licking that beautiful cock.
“Gene…” he moaned, leaning into the touch.
His tone spurred me on. I abandoned my task of removing his pants in favor of sucking his dick. Each gasp, every moan, the way his hips stuttered when I traced a vein with my tongue just right, they were all discoveries waiting to be explored at length.
A noise of protest escaped when Eashai put his hands on my shoulders and pushed me back.
“Gene,” he said softly, then his cheeks darkened with a blush. “I wish to have you inside me when I…” His expression changed to the one he used when he was trying to find the right word.
“Come?” I asked.
“Pardon?”
I smiled, shifted, reached up, and pulled him down for a kiss. “I believe the word you’re looking for is orgasm, but we use ‘come’ as the more common slang.”
He smiled softly against my lips. “Ah, yes. I did recall there was another word that was preferred. Yes. I would like to come when you are inside me.”
I pecked his lips again. “Ok.”
He shimmied the rest of the way out of his pants, then kicked off his shoes before climbing onto the bed with me.
I laid back, pulling him down with me until his chest was against mine and our legs tangled. My hands roamed his back in an attempt to touch as much of him as possible, and every place our skin came together tingled.
How could I have ever thought about leaving him behind?
Eashai ground against me, his cock sliding against mine where they were trapped between us. The way he panted as we kissed and moved against each other told me how close he was better than any words could.
It was the same for me. We were still squarely in the foreplay stage, yet it was the most intense sexual experience I’d ever had.
And it wasn’t enough.
I slid my hands down his back to grab his ass. He immediately moaned and shifted to give me better access.
I kneaded his perfect asscheeks for several seconds before pulling them apart and allowing my fingers to explore between them.
I groaned when I felt his wetness. He hadn’t been kidding when he told me that lube wasn’t needed, and he was clearly aroused.
My fingertips brushed his entrance, and he let out something that sounded like a curse.
“What was that?” I asked.
He chuckled and buried his face against my shoulder. “It has no good translation.”
“Was it a good word?”
He lifted his head to smile at me. “Very good. That felt nice.”
“So I should do it again?” I teased as I gently massaged the ring of muscle.
“Gene…” he breathed, his eyes fluttering shut as he subconsciously moved against my hand.
“You’re so handsome,” I murmured as I felt it loosen enough for me to start working a finger in and out.
