Page 10 of Orange Sky
“Why are you leaking water in your eyes?”
I giggled, couldn’t help myself. More tears went down to my cheeks. I froze when he licked my left cheek. From my chin towards my eyes. It felt more intimate than when we were having sex.
“It’s salty.”
I do not know what he expects. Then I remembered that their water is salty. My tears taste like water to him. I hope he does not expect me to cry often so he can have water? I learned the first time I met him, he made it clear that water is precious on this planet.
“Thank you Mr-I-Still-Don’t-Know-Your-Name,” it’s hard to converse with someone, especially when you have both been intimate and still do not know his name. I’m not in the habit of one night stands or what my friend Lory likes to attend - a masked ball. But the only piece of clothing my friend wore is a face or eye mask.
“Why do I feel like you’re insulting me?”, he grumbled.
I smiled at him making his eyes squint. He is a sharp one. He can read body language like a pro. It means there are similarities in our kind, except for his warm and furry tail that is wrapped oh so lightly around my right leg.
I guess it’s time to find out if he is smart as I think he is.
I thumped my chest saying, “Brynn”. Thumping my chest twice more, I kept repeating my name. “Brynn.”
Then I thumped him in his chest. He did not move any muscle and his chest is really hard. “You?”
So I repeated thumping myself and said, “Brynn.”
When I was about to slap his chest again, he took hold of my right wrist so now he’s holding both of my hands. “Your name isBrin?”
Well, at least he got the name right. But bungled a little on my name. I want to emphasize the correct vowel but I guess I can live with Brin. I nod yes.
“What’s your name?”
He was looking at my lips and at my face, trying to find a clue probably how to read me. “You want to know my name.”
I got excited and nodded my head more times than necessary.
He seemed to contemplate giving his name. Then he answered, “You can call me Zirc.”
Well, what do you know? He has a nice name.
“Zirc.” And I repeated it again. “Zirc.”
He was looking at my lips again. He let go of one arm and placed his finger on my lips. His eyes were saying to repeat his name. Or maybe I’m just hallucinating. But I repeated his name. “Zirc”.
I realized he was leaning into me. He dropped his arms on both sides of mine. My hands are on his chest as if to ward him off. My senses are telling me that he is turned on and true enough, I can feel his cock at my entrance. But he was not pushing himself. He was leaning until his lips grazed my ear and he purred, “Say my name again.”
I do not not know what his game was but he seemed to be turned on for some reason. So I repeated his name. I should have anticipated it but the strength and girth of his entrance is enough to shock me again. Without the aid of whatever is riding my body to be hot and bothered, I felt pain that soon blossomed to heat when he continued to seat himself fully inside me. Then I felt a gush of fluid inside me. Was that me or him?
His pupils seemed larger than normal. More blackness spilling, filling his eyes. I should be scared, it’s scary to see someone with eyes so black. But I’m distracted with what he’s doing down there. When he was finally inside me, sweat was rolling down my chest and my face. I’m a bit afraid because I can feel everything. I am not blinded by my need. I am fully aware that he’s big and can do whatever he wants.
He seemed to know my needs. Gently, he pushes himself in and out of me. I can feel his girth, how he tries to coax me to wet myself for him. In no time at all, I am panting. My hands on his chest were not pushing him away. Instead, my hands are roaming his hard chest. I loved the feel of his small furs from the outside of his chest all the way down to his navel. He seemed to like it because he’s purring loudly like a Mustang GT’s V8 engine.
“Say my nameBrin”, he coaxed in my ear.
“Zirc, ah Zirc yes.” I should be embarrassed crying his name out loud. But he’s increasing his thrust now. I felt myself moving towards him, meeting him in the middle and he seemed to revel in it.
“Zirc!” I cried out when he started to pound me mercilessly. How I could miss this earlier, I do not know. I could feel him everywhere. His harsh breath on my ear. his arms surrounding me. I was clinging to him now. I felt the initial spasm of an orgasm. “Zirc,” I cried, whimpered. Once again, he knew and he changed angles but his speed was relentless. He wanted to prolong this same as me.
I opened my eyes and saw the moons above the sky. I realized we were out here naked, my first time to do so and it was glorious. I do not feel alone and helpless. I know I can survive my ordeal as long as he’s with me. Too soon to trust him but what he makes me feel. What he makes me crave inside me. I am scared and at the same time hopeful. I cannot fall for him though. I need to remind myself of that. Because all this, all these feelings. It is just lust. Just lust.
“Look at me Brin,” he commanded. I turned my eyes at him. His black eyes, devoid of any pupil. His prussian blue eyes are almost black. He looks both alien and familiar. But his eyes seemed to radiate so much heat, directed towards me. “Come with me Brin.” Thrust. Come.”
And with those words, I came hard. I felt my legs tremble around him. Felt myself squeezing him as he continued to thrust and thrust inside of me.
