32. Rin

32

Rin

I could have sworn he is just as inexperienced as I am, but there's no hesitation. Just an insatiable curiosity and a long black tongue that might kill me.

At first I was afraid of his sharp teeth, especially after I almost did something as stupid as pushing my tongue against them, but he has been so careful with me. Making me feel things I didn't think were possible.

Certainly not anything I heard about the few times other women spoke about sex.

I stop trying to analyze it when he pushes his tongue inside of me. Then he's back to flicking his tongue between my legs, each stroke becoming more and more confident the longer he spends with his head between my thighs.

A surge of embarrassment tries to bubble up at how large they look with his three thick fingers digging into them, but then he finds a place that makes me drop my head back and my world narrows to the quick movement of his slick tongue against me.

When he moves one hand down to hold me open, I lose all ability to reason. All I can focus on is how he is alternating pushing his tongue into my channel and flicking it up along my clit. His movements get faster and faster the louder my moaning gets.

Then something starts building low in my stomach. It's almost like a cramping, but far more pleasurable, but the more I think about it, the more it recedes. Kuret pushes my legs wider apart and I stop focusing on it, caught up in the thrill of his tongue entering me, my heart pounding when I feel the fronts of his sharp teeth against me.

He finds a place inside of me that makes my sounds turn into little inarticulate, high moans and twists his tongue against it until my legs are shaking.

A moment later, the ache in my belly explodes into pleasure that shoots up my body, stealing my breath as my body arches.

When I come back to myself, Kuret's looking down at me, pleased with himself. Like he just found the meaning to life.

Maybe he just did.

I try to speak, but nothing comes out. I clear my throat but realize I don't really have the words to describe what he just made me feel.

"That was amazing, Kuret."

He breaks out into one of his giant, sharp-toothed grins and my heart skips a beat. His patterns are glowing and I need to know if they extend over his whole body.

Plus, I want to make him feel that way.

I push myself up on my elbows, distracted for a moment by the way it makes my stomach look bigger, but then I dismiss the thought.

He seems to love my body, so what does it matter?

"Lay down for me, now," I order him, and he is quick to comply, his eyes wide and roving over me.

I leave his pants on for now, not quite brave enough yet to take them off, but I do straddle his stomach, and his eyes dart down to where my wet core sits against the hard planes there.

I run my hands along the sharply defined V that runs from his chest down to where our bodies meet, just as mesmerized to see the shifting flares of his marks as always as I run my fingers along each contour.

I lean forward, my long hair dragging against him, making him moan. I grab it in my hand, rubbing it over his chest until his eyes close, then lean forward so it's my breasts against him instead, putting my mouth on his smooth throat.

He hasn't grown a beard and I haven't seen him shave it, so I assume he only grows his long black braids.

I grab one of them in my hand, running the course hair through my hands until it reaches one of his ornaments, this one a small carving of an alien creature.

Then I put my mouth back to his throat, sucking until I get a moan from him, understanding now the look of triumph on his face.

How hearing one of those makes me want to hear many, many more.

I keep sucking, nipping at him, and running my tongue along the side of his neck, rocking myself enough that my nipples drag across his chest, moaning now myself.

His hands come up to grab my hips, taking over the speed of my movements, slowing me to an achingly unhurried speed.

I push against him, but he keeps the same pace. I bite down hard on his neck and feel a surge of satisfaction when his hip thrusts up toward me and he lets out a deep grunt, then a clicking moan.

Then I'm the one moaning when he shifts one of his hands and pushes a long, thick finger inside of me.

I tilt back into his hand, enjoying the stretch, though it occurs to me that it should hurt. Isn't that what everyone said it would feel like my first time?

Him pulling his finger out of me and pushing slowly back in makes the thought fly out of my mind and instead, I lock eyes with him.

I'm panting by the time he slowly eases back in the third time, then he moves his head up toward me to press those full, nearly-black lips to mine, the marks on his cheeks flaring in a mesmerizing sequence of flashing.

He moves his hand faster as his tongue enters my mouth, both keeping the same increasing speed until another orgasm washes over me and I'm moaning out into his mouth.

He catches me as I lose my balance. "That's right, my sweet Nasrin. Cry out for me."

He's holding me close now, stroking up and down my back, something about his bearing letting me know he'd be content to leave things here, pleased with himself to have given me pleasure.

Possibly still afraid he'll kill me if he takes his pants off.

Well, too bad. Because that's happening. I make my boneless body move, shifting myself down until I can pull at the ties to his pants, swatting his hand away when he tries to tell me I don't have to.

Finally, he stops resisting me and helps and I tip to the side while he takes them off, my eyes eating up the sight of his long legs. Once again, the muscles don't quite look right, but they are just as beautiful. Just as covered in the same bright green markings.

The striations seem to lead my gaze right between his legs, and I'm not sure what I was expecting, but I'm not the least bit disappointed.

He's big, of course, considering how much larger he is than I am, but not so much I think I might die.

When I reach out a hand and touch him, the markings there respond just like the rest of him, except here he lets out a hissing series of clicks that make me feel powerful.

Each stroke turns this huge male into a writhing, inarticulate mess.

Next time, I want to keep at it until I make him fall apart under me, but right now I want him inside of me more. I scramble back up to him while he's still moaning and then lean back so his nearly-black, ribbed tip is at my opening.

Then my hands start shaking and everything I've been told about how this will make me dirty and unwanted flits through my mind.

"Let's stop, Nasrin. You're scared," he tells me.

I shake my head. "No, I'm not scared. I just needed to let go of my former life."

"It's alright, we should just—"

I don't let him finish before pushing back against him, making him cut off with a long groan as my body envelops him.

I keep waiting for the pain, but it never comes, and after a long, slow slide I'm sitting on his legs, the full length of him twitching inside of me.

I look up to see his eyes glazed over, but still glued to where our bodies are joined.

Now that I have inside me, I'm not really sure what to do with myself, feeling suddenly self-conscious to be looming over him, so I run my hands along his skin, letting the pulsing patterns soothe my unsettled mind.

As I do, I start a slow grind against him, letting my body stretch to accommodate him at first, but then I realize just how good it feels to press him into my terminus, the slow movements of my hips building that feeling again.

Before long, my movements pick up speed, then pleasure bursts again as Kuret lifts his hands to my breasts, then holds me upright as I lose control of my body. Is that what an orgasm is like? Of course I had heard of it, but I had no idea it would be like this. From what women have told me, it isn't guaranteed.