Page 25 of Orange Tundra
“Good.” He leans down and brushes a soft kiss against my lips. “Now it’s my turn.”
With that, he begins to strip off his clothes, his eyes never leaving mine. My breath catches in my throat as I take in his muscular chest and lean hips. He moves with a lithe, predatory grace, and I feel a surge of desire spark in my core as I realize he’s all mine.
He climbs onto the bed, his eyes burning with intensity, and settles between my thighs. His hands slide up my legs, pushing them gently apart, and I feel his arousal pressing against my core. With a slow, steady pressure, he enters me, filling me completely. I gasp at the sensation, my body stretching to accommodate him.
He pauses, his forehead resting against mine, his breath warm on my skin.
“Are you okay?” he whispers, his voice full of concern.
I nod, my hands sliding up his back, feeling the play of muscle under his fur.
“Yes,” I breathe, my voice husky. “More than okay.”
With a gentle thrust, he begins to move, his hips rocking against mine. I feel the coil of pleasure begin to tighten again, and I meet his thrusts with my own, our bodies moving in perfect synchrony. His tail wraps around my thigh, holding me in place as he picks up the pace, his breath coming in sharp pants.
I feel myself climbing higher, my body responding eagerly to his, and I know I’m close to the edge. Sim’s movements becomemore urgent, his breath coming in harsh gasps. With a final, deep thrust, he finds his release, his body shuddering against mine. I follow him over the edge, my body arching against his as pleasure washes over me in wave after wave.
We remain connected, our breath mingling, our hearts pounding in unison. Sim presses soft kisses to my neck and shoulders, his arms tightening around me.
“Brynn,” he whispers, his voice thick with emotion.
I turn my head and find his lips, kissing him softly.
“I know,” I murmur against his mouth. “Me too.”
I feel his cock twitch inside me, already hardening again. I grin, wrapping my legs around his waist to pull him closer.
“Again?” I tease, nibbling on his earlobe.
He chuckles, a deep, rumbling sound that vibrates through my chest.
“Why not?” he murmurs, his hips beginning to move again.
I moan, my head falling back as he fills me once more. His thrusts are slower this time, more measured, as if he’s savoring every moment. I feel the pleasure building low in my belly, my walls clenching around him.
“Sim,” I gasp, my nails digging into his back. “So good.”
He captures my mouth in a searing kiss, his tongue tangling with mine. I can taste myself on his lips, a heady reminder of our shared pleasure. His tail wraps around my thigh, holding me in place as he drives into me.
I feel my orgasm approaching, my body tightening like a coiled spring. Sim must feel it too, his thrusts becoming more urgent, more desperate. With a final, powerful thrust, we both come undone, our bodies shuddering in unison.
We collapse together, a tangle of limbs and panting breaths. Sim presses soft kisses to my face, my neck, my shoulders, murmuring words of praise and adoration in his native tongue.
“Brynn,” he whispers, his voice rough with emotion. “My heart.”
I smile, my chest feeling full to bursting.
We remain connected, still feeling his cock inside me throbbing and leaking cum. Sim presses soft kisses to my neck and shoulders, his arms tightening around me.
The door creaked open and Nim strode in, his expression shifting from serious to amused as he took in the scene before him. His eyes lingered on me, then drifted lower, a knowing smirk curling his lips.
“Enjoying the view?” Sim smirked at Nim. I moaned, Sim’s cock going large inside of me, and pregnant me is loving it. Talk about a mach speed recovery period. Unbidden, this is a topic I would glady share with my girlfriends back on Earth. Nim quietly closed the door and strode towards us. Giving me a peep show as he meticulously stripped off his clothes, folded them, then placed them on the bed.
Sim’s started to thrust, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps as his release approaches. What the - of course, he liked being watched. Sim grabbed hold of my waist and switched us so that he lays on his back. He continue to pump inside me. I was still feeling like a sloth so all I could do was drape on top of him.
Something soft tickled my thigh making me moan aloud. I lifted my head and looked back.
Nim watched, his eyes dark and hungry, his tongue flicking out to catch the drops of moisture beginning to dribble down my thighs. With a final, deep thrust, Sim found his peak, his body shuddering as he spilled his seed deep inside me. I cried out, my own orgasm crashing over me in intense waves, my walls clamping down around Sim’s pulsing cock.
