Page 18 of Orange Sky
I gasped. His entry was swift and he is so big. He paused midway and rammed himself to the hilt.
Fuck. He’s big and long.
He grunted as he pulled out and rammed me again. He did it again and felt his arms against mine as he fucked me from behind.
I felt the wind washing away my moans and sweat. The horse is galloping away and I can feel the extra bump inside me.
Who knew having sex on top of the horse is exhilerating?
I knew it wouldn’t last long. He pushed hard and felt his body tremble as hot liquid shoot up inside me. I screamed my orgasm, as if scalded by his heat.
When he finished, he lifted me up and he leaned back. My booted feet landed on his muscular thighs. His clothed muscular thighs.
I looked down and saw he has balls, two of them and the outline of his cock inside me. I gulped. He is still pulsing and I can see it. Thick white cum displayed on the saddle and some oozed out when he adjusted us in the seat.
Should be gross but oddly I found it sexy.
The other half of my brain though is protesting. Pregnant and barefoot on this planet, it echoed over and over.
I forgot about it when he grabbed my middle and pulled me up then down his shaft. It’s as if I am light as a feather.
He used me as he saw fit. Just when I was about to orgasm, he would change position. He was prolonging this. Amazing he can continue this. Then I felt it. He’s coming again. But only in small spurts.
Still, he continued to pull me up and down. His pace controlled.
“Zirc,” I moaned.
“Yes, that’s it. Say my name,” he hissed then groaned. This time he came longer.
“Yes,” I shouted to the skies, my body arched like a string on a bow. My eyes noticed the stars were out. Only one moon is out tonight, the other hidden by clouds.
Night time already. How long have we been fucking?
I heard him purring again as he licked my face, then my neck. When he was finished, he gently pulled me out.
We grunted at the same time.
I felt his arm moved then felt a warm sponge against me. He brushed my front then my thighs, straightening my legs after on either side of the saddle.
“If we are on a flat surface, I would prefer I lick you clean,” he murmured against my ear.
Wow, is this what they meant of death by sex? How come he has too much energy? And why do I feel as if I can go all night long with him?
When he was finished, I felt him adjust his pants. Then he laid a warm blanket on top of me. He never bothered to put back my pants. I hope he did not lose them.
I promptly went to sleep and I woke up, saw his head in between my legs eating me. My dream became a reality. I moaned, felt the pommel at my back.
We tried all sorts of positions. Stopping only to eat, relieve ourselves and wash when there’s a stream or river nearby. It’s amazing how like in a desert, there are patches of oasis. We only had sex while we are travelling on a horse.
The sex was simply glorious. Before I closed my eyes to sleep, I realized he was not holding the reins. I wonder if we’ll end up lost somewhere. Later, much later, I found out, they can telepath their thoughts to some animals on this planet.
9
Brynn
We’d been travelling for years.
Ok, that’s an exaggeration. It felt like years but only days. I counted close to six days. Six days of travelling on a horse that can outrun a bullet train, eat, sleep and lots and lots of sex. The horse’s seat changes to accommodate our needs. It’s like we are encased in a snow globe, no, make that a desert globe. But when we crossed a small hill and I saw fields, I felt Zic’s attention shifted. It’s like he’s waiting for someone to ambush us.
