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24
CHERRY
Iyelped, falling back onto the bed as Silar put his full alien might into toppling me. I bounced when I hit the mattress, and I fought to claw hair out of my face. Silar didn’t give me even a moment to orient myself. His mouth was hot, wet, and open against my pussy. I dug my fingers into his hair and gasped, bright and dark spots dancing across my vision.
This was… Wow. Holy fucking Jesus wow.
Silar acted like a starving man. Like he’d been dying for years and this was the only thing that could save him. A dark, desirous groan clawed its way from deep within him, vibrating into my squeezing core.
There was no way this should be this good. The man had no experience with females of the human or Zabrian variety. But even now, only moments after he’d buried himself between my legs, I was on the cusp of a catastrophic climax.
It was just that he was so… into it. Into me. Involuntary groans and grunts of greedy pleasure kept ripping out of him. His fingers dug hard into my hips, pressing my pussy as close to his face as possible. His body trembled and rocked, his hips jutting a needy rhythm against nothing from his knees.
And despite his total lack of experience, Silar wasn’t just clumsily fumbling around down there. I quickly observed a method to his hot, hungry ministrations. He was paying attention to every wordless signal I gave, listening closely to a language I didn’t even know existed. I whimpered and clenched when he planted a searing, soaked kiss on my clit.
So he did it again. And again.
And again, until I was writhing and helpless, pleasure winding its way through my core, spreading up my spine, overpowering me completely. My fingers moved numbly through his hair, latching onto the first point of anchor – his ears. Silar hissed against my clit, then latched on and sucked hard as I squeezed. Squeezed everywhere. My pussy contracting. My fingers on his ears gripping so hard that Silar suddenly went entirely, utterly still, tension wracking his frame. Dazedly, my own orgasm winking at the edges, I wondered if he was trying desperately not to come.
But even in that desperate stillness, it was as if he couldn’t stop tasting me. Moaning brokenly, his tongue flicked against my clit, giving hungry, fluttering little laps as the rest of his body trembled with barely-controlled tension. Wetness seeped out of me, and so did tears, frustration and exquisite heat swirling through me in equal measure. I was so close. Oblivion was right fucking there.
Silar’s tongue slipped down and nudged experimentally inside.
That did it. That single stroke of his tongue sent me spinning right over the edge. My thighs slammed to the sides of his head as I arched right off the bed. My nipples tingled, my pussy spasming frantically against Silar’s tongue.
Silar moaned and kept going. How had I never before realized how fucking long his tongue was? It was like another prehensile tail unto itself, tapered and sliding all the way up. Nudging and tasting on the inside until I was sobbing, blind with ecstasy, practically riding his face from below.
Everything crested, throwing me high, then crashed, shattering me into little pieces. My hips shivered, my muscles straining with the oversensitivity. Weakly, I shoved against Silar’s head.
God, he was so good. He stopped instantly at my gesture, drawing back, his white gaze taking a few drunken seconds to focus on mine.
“Did-” His throat worked. “Did I hurt you?”
“No!” I panted. “No, you just gave me the best orgasm of my life, that’s all.”
His white gaze flared.
“That can happen to females too?”
“Of course!” I said, giving a shaky, startled laugh. “At least, human females.” I gave him a dazed smile. “You really should skip ahead to the end of that book they gave you.”
Silar looked towards the drawer as if he meant to do it right away.
“Not now!” I said, laughing again. Willing some strength into my noodley limbs, I sat up. “You don’t need the book when you’ve got me.”
I pushed gently on Silar’s chest until he was now the one sitting and I was up on my knees. I cast an appreciative gaze over my husband. His hard, stern face. His wide mouth so soaked from me. His hair a tangled river of blue, his broad, bulky body. The body that made me feel so safe.
My gaze snagged on his groin. And stayed there.
I’d never seen him this close up before. I’d never gotten a chance to fully appreciate the golden, jutting length of him, the heft of that velvety mound beneath, the taut ring of flesh around the base of his shaft that twitched, wiggled, unravelled and –
“Um, Silar?” I stammered. “What the hell is that?”
25
CHERRY
What at first glance I’d thought was a sort of extra ring of flesh around the base of Silar’s tapered cock wasn’t a ring at all. It was moving, rapidly unfurling into a prehensile tendril of flesh almost as long as Silar’s massive shaft. I watched it with shocked fascination as it twitched and undulated.
