Page 45 of Tempting Cargo
“I said I would fuck you, and I am still fucking you. This is a rest break. This is normal, is it not?” She glared, daring me to argue.
I steadied my breathing. “Sure. We can have a rest while you get your head around touching yourself for me.”
She scowled. “It is not that easy. It’s a huge insult in my culture. It… implies the male cannot please the female. He would lose dignity.”
“Believe me, I can relate,” I muttered.
Her stark, vicious face wore the most tender expression I’d seen, and her breath was like a caress. “I know, Garrison. And I do not wish to insult you when you are already aching,mitsha.”
My eyes prickled with heat. Right here, trapped in a situation more awkward than I could ever have imagined, this choking rush of emotion was more terrifying than having my balls in a literal alien flesh vice. Somewhere, maybe, there was a parallel universe, one where we got to live happily ever after instead of going our separate ways. In that universe, even when we got old, I’d still remind her of this moment, the one where I began to fall in love with her.
In this galaxy, though, it was a mere glimmer of an impossibility, a thought I couldn’t explore.
Shohari kissed me, a gentle press of her lips and sweep of her tongue, and sat up. “You’re going to do what I tell you, and you’re going to make me feel good.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
She arched her spine, threw her head back, and brought her hands to her breasts, apricot claws indenting her skin.
I drank in the erotic visual. My dick twitched valiantly, and before long I was fully hard again.
“Skyk, yes. Fill me up.” She rolled her hips, sending flickering pulses shuddering up my shaft, her soft moans filling the air.
Not being able to thrust inside her was torture. Delicious, irresistible torture.
I didn’t dare blink. Her fingers teased and twisted her nipples, and I ached to touch her. I wanted to take my time with her—but I had to prove myself before her body would allow it.
Propping myself up on my arms, I tried to give her more friction as she ground the head of her clit against me. “You’re so beautiful,” I murmured. “I know you told me to do as I’m told, but I’m not used to doing that. It’s my job to make you feel good, and I have an idea. Let me sit up.”
It was an intimate position, one for lovers, not whatever this was, but somehow I knew it was the right one. We shiftedclumsily until I knelt with her on top of me, our chests pressed together, her clit trapped between us.
I enfolded her in a tender embrace, the movement as natural as breathing, stroking the ridges of her spine. Her drenched cunt was deeply ridged, and even the smallest movement drove me closer to the edge. I wanted to cup her arse, to lift her, to plunge her down on my cock, but couldn’t deny how strangely turned on I was by the thrill of being trapped—by her, the entirety of my dick and balls engulfed by her tight body, relying on her alone to give me the stimulation I needed to come.
I trailed small, wet kisses down her ear ridge to the place it met her chest, ending in a curious point, which I tongued and sucked until she shivered.
“Tickles.” She pulled my head down to her breasts, the violet tips puffed up and glossy.
I couldn’t get enough of her gorgeous nipples or how responsive she was. I suckled one till she was gasping, then sucked as much of her tit into my mouth as I could, biting the soft swells, driving her to frenzied snarls. Pinching her nipple, I switched my mouth to the other side, giving both equal attention, even though her pussy had started its undulating waves, and I didn’t have much time before I’d be chasing my own orgasm.
No, you have to prove yourself to her.I shifted my hips, hoping it gave her the stimulation she needed, as I couldn’t angle myself to catch the sweet spot inside, if that was even how it worked.
Her whole body shuddered, and was that a whimper?
Shohari pressed a hand between us, working her clit, our bodies slick as we moved together. When I grazed her nipple with my teeth, her movements became frantic, so I pinched and twisted the other one, hoping I was reading her cues right, hoping the rougher play was what she needed. She let out akeening howl, the sound raw and unholy, and I backed off, wishing I knew what the fuck I was doing.
Her sharp fingernails clawed into my shoulders. “Don’t fucking stop,” she snarled.
I didn’t fucking stop.
She purred between gasps as I bit and twisted. “Such a good human, look how good you are for me.”
My cock lit up with the start of another orgasm, but her damn curl squeezed tight, forming points that pressed into my taint.
My climax receded, even as she growled, “Itoldyou toskykking wait.”
I hung over the precipice, clinging to her plump nipples with nails and teeth, while her pussy pulsed and rippled, my dick alight with sensation.
With a deep, low moan, she came.
