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He groans and I can almost hear his control shattering. He doesn’t fuck me, but does the next best thing—yanks my legs open and buries his face between them. His tongue laps at my pussy and I can’t stop the moans from escaping me.
His fucking tongue! It’s so long and so flexible and so…everything. It’s everywhere, sliding between my pussy lips, circling around my clit, delving deep inside. It feels like he’s doing all of those things at once. Plus, his fingers are there, too, and it’s all just too much.
I scream out as my pleasure crests. Tareq doesn’t stop his ministrations, teasing me over and over until one orgasm flows into another and I shatter under him once more.
“Oh…my…” I manage, completely spent. Oddly enough, my head doesn’t hurt. It might be the painkiller shot his grumpy friend administered to me earlier, or Tareq’s magical tongue. I’m leaning toward the tongue option. “Fuck…” I breathe out, feeling completely boneless.
“Later,” Tareq chuckles. “You need to rest now.”
I want to protest, but I really am so spent that I don’t think I’d survive another orgasm. However, there’s one more thing I need to do before closing my eyes. I reach between our bodies to where his cock is magnificently tenting his uniform. It’s a rather form-fitting body suit, which means that his erection is almost obscenely outlined beneath the material. I stroke it, reveling in the small gasps and moans he makes.
“Take it off,” I command, my free hand tugging on his collar. There aren’t any buttons or zippers and the whole thing seems to be made of one piece of material, which is infuriating, because I can’t sneak my hand into his pants.
“Astra…” he protests.
I shush him. “We’ll not be having sex. I just want to touch your cock. Now, take your clothes off or I’ll find a knife and cut them off.”
Laughing, he stands up and begins to peel the uniform from his body. “I’d rather keep it intact. These battle suits are rather expensive.”
“Oh, please. It looks like a latex coverall one would wear to a fetish club,” I retort, rolling my eyes.
Tareq lets out an indignant snort. “It regulates my body temperature based on my surroundings and partially deflects laser shots and projectiles.”
“So…it’s a really cool latex coverall?”
“You’re such a tease, my Myále.” He grins as he settles next to me. The bed clearly wasn’t meant for two people, so we have to snuggle closely to fit in. No complaints from my side, though. “You really should rest, Astra,” he tells me even as I reach for his cock. “I can wait. I can—”
“You can shut up and let me do my thing,” I interrupt him, stroking his cock up and down. It’s hot against my palm, pulsating already, the tip leaking pre-cum on both our stomachs. I tighten my grip and Tareq gasps, pulling me even closer to him. My breasts rub against his smooth, hard chest, my nipples tingling and tightening.
I rub his cock against my stomach. It would be better if I sat astride his lap and rubbed it against my pussy, but that would require me to move and my muscles protest against such a blasphemous thought. Besides, Tareq is holding me so tightly I couldn’t move even if I wanted to.
I settle for squeezing his cock between our bodies, adding pressure with my hand and working him over. The tiny bumps on the bottom of his shaft tickle at my palm and I shudder with need, wanting to feel them inside me again.
His purr grows stronger, and he moans into my hair. The cock in my hand jerks as he spills his seed all over both our stomachs and chests. We end up a sticky mess, but I couldn’t care less. He’s mine and I’m his and that’s all that matters.
Chapter 27
Astra
I wake up to something hard nudging my backside. Black and orange-striped arms are wrapped around my chest and a tail is resting on my leg. I’m completely enveloped by Tareq and I’m loving it. I’d love it even more if that cock of his was inside me instead of just poking my butt, but that’s an easy thing to fix.
I shift slightly, grinning as Tareq murmurs something in his sleep and pulls me back against his chest. He’s in for one magnificent wake-up.
I reach behind me and gently stroke his cock even though it’s already hard enough to hammer nails. I just love touching it too much to resist. A wriggle of my hips puts me at a better angle and then I’m guiding him between my thighs. I’m wet already, but just to be on the safe side, I spit into my palm and rub it over the head of his cock.
Tareq responds with a low moan, his hips jerking against my hand, but he still doesn’t wake up. Perhaps he’s more tired than I thought. Perhaps he thinks this is just a dream. Either way, I can’t wait any longer.
I guide his cock to my opening and wriggle my hips against it. Instinctively, he pushes against me, moaning as he slides inside my pussy. I moan too, shamelessly grinding my butt against him.
When I touch my clit to play with it, Tareq grabs my wrist. “My Myále,” he rasps, “am I dreaming?”
“I don’t know, are you?” I tease, trying to reach my clit because I desperately need more.
“I hope not,” he replies, pushing my hand away. Before I can protest, he touches my clit himself, his fingers gently petting it. “And if I am dreaming, I hope I never wake up.”
He arches his back, pushing his hips against me. This position is not for the deepest penetration, but with equipment as massive as Tareq’s, it hardly matters. Plus, his cock is hitting my G-spot just right as he moves inside me. Not to mention the tiny bumps massaging my pussy from the inside and his nimble finger doing the same from the outside. I’m in heaven and I, too, hope I never wake up from this.
“Oh, Astra,” he moans, his movements becoming more frantic. “You’re the best thing that has ever happened to me.”
