"I don't want to sell it. I want you to keep going."
"Like this?" Ruthie tugs on the waist of my trou, and they slide down to my knees, leaving me exposed. My cock springs forth like a heat-seeking missile, but to her credit, she doesn't laugh at how eager I am. She simply gives me another sweet smile and leans forward, tilting her face up for a kiss.
I cup her face, brushing my lips over hers. She always tastes perfect, like the finest of Homeworld wines, and I'm struck again at how lucky I am that she's mine. I try to show her all that feeling, kissing and nibbling at her lips, lavishing attention on them even as she moves forward, my cock pressing against her stomach.
"I love you," she whispers when we break apart. "You're the best man I've ever met."
"A'ani are cloned because we are known to be excellent at many things."
"You know that's not what I meant. It's not the a'ani parts of you. It's the Kazex parts of you." She trails her fingers down my front and then reaches down to boldly grab my cock. "Are you going to stroke this for me?"
My breath hitches. "You like that?"
Her eyes gleam. "I love it. I like watching you stroke yourself. It shows me what you like." She curls her fingers around my shaft and gives it a slight squeeze. "I like watching your face when you come. And the way that your lower lip shivers when you do."
Kef, her words are maddening. My hips twitch, pushing subtly against her hand. A moment more and I'm going to be dripping pre-cum all over her. "I wanted to come inside you."
"You will. We're going to have sex, I promise." She gives me another squeeze, this one a bit firmer. "But we have the rest of the day and all night to have fun before we go back to the ship."
"Are you...going back...to the ship, then?" It's hard to form a coherent sentence when she's giving me little squeezes like that.
"I'm going with you. Wherever that might be." She releases me and I half-gasp with disappointment, only to quake when she traces her finger along the head of my cock. A bead of wetness appears and she captures it with her finger. "The only person I can't bear to be apart from is you. I can comm my sisters. I can comm the crew. But I need you and your kisses. I need your hugs and your touches and your smiles. I need all of you. I'm afraid you're stuck with me."
"Good," I growl out, my voice ragged. She wants to be with me always? That's what I want, too. I reach down and take her hand and lift it to my mouth. I lick her hand from fingertip to the base of her palm, and her eyes widen with surprise. I lick it again, then put it back over my cock. I cover her hand with mine, and stroke. It's not the slickest stroke, but I love the way Ruthie's lips part when we move, and it's enough to make my sac tighten in anticipation.
"You're so hard," she whispers as I stroke our joined hands again.
"Only for you. My cock belongs to you."
She lets out a little giggle at my ridiculous words, but I don't mind it. I know I'm saying ludicrous things, but I don't care. I belong to her. I've been hers ever since we first locked eyes and I realized she needed a protector and I wanted more than anything to be that for her. Now she's stronger than ever and more independent, but I still want to be hers.
Our gazes meet, and then her giggles die as I stroke our joined hands again. Her breath hitches as I move our joined hands faster. "You want to watch me come?" I ask. "You can get a real good look from right here."
"I can," she agrees, reaching up with her other hand to brush her fingers over my jaw. "You're the most beautiful man I've ever seen."
Her praise makes a shiver roll through my body, and I spurt a release. Just a small, rough one. There wasn't enough of a build-up for me to have more than a quick, unsatisfying orgasm, but I know there will be more later. For now, I let her murmur soft words over me as I come, soaking our joined hands in my release.
Ruthie makes a sound of pleasure when I heave a final sigh, leaning forward and putting my head on her shoulder. "Just saw the lip quiver."
I'm pretty sure all of me quivered. She has that effect on me. That, and making me blow my load faster than anticipated. "That was quick. Sorry."
"I don't mind. It's all pleasure. It doesn't matter how fast or slow, as long as we're enjoying ourselves." Ruthie pulls her sticky hand from my grasp. "You catch your breath, I'll get some towels."