29. Xax

Chapter 29

Xax

A manda might not realize it, but she was giving me a gift.

And a challenge.

"Guys think that too," she said. "I don't believe many of them would know if the woman was satisfied or not."

"Will you act as if you are no matter what?" I asked, curious about her answer.

"You mean fake it?" A cute frown knit her brow. "No. I mean, I guess I've pretended once or twice when it just wasn't working, and the guy was pretty much telling me I'd better come soon because he was about to blast. Then I just end up drippy."

"Drippy?"

"Uh yeah." Her laugh snorted out, and I loved seeing the tension leave her along with it. Scooting close to me, she buried her face in my chest. "I can't believe we're contemplating having sex, and I'm lying here telling you about my past experiences. It's not exactly romantic. "

"Sex doesn't need romance to be effective."

"You've got that right, which is why a lot of women use toys."

"Toys?" I tried to picture something a youngling would play with relating to sex and drippiness, but I couldn't.

"On Earth, if women want to satisfy themselves, they can buy objects we call toys. Fake cocks."

"Why not just use real ones instead of fake?"

"Fake won't reject you, hurt you, or cheat on you."

"A cock won't either."

"Don't be so sure about that. Cocks aren't always attached to nice people."

"I see." I actually did. "Tell me more about these toys."

She described various things people bought on her planet.

"So what do you want to do about this?" I finally asked.

"I ruined the moment, didn't I? I bet you were going to kiss me."

"Like this?" I kissed her, intending it to be sweet, but when she clung to my shoulders, my body gave way. I deepened the kiss, stroking my tongue across hers until she moaned and pumped her hips up against me.

When I lifted my head, she gave me a dreamy smile.

"Yes, like that." Mischief filled her eyes. "If I hadn't ruined the moment, you might've even touched my breasts."

"Like this?" I teased my fingertips up her thigh, urging her nightgown higher and higher until I exposed her belly. Her lovely breasts held rosy circles budding for my mouth and touch already. "As you said, I might've been willing to touch them with my hands." I cupped one and rubbed my thumb across that gorgeous nub. "Or even with my mouth." Easing down, I ran my tongue across her nipple, then gently nibbled with my tusks.

Her fingers in my hair, she rocked up against me, pushing her ripe bud into my mouth. "Yes, like this . . ."

I released her nipple with a wet pop and gave the other equal attention, rising over her after to study them. "They've pinkened."

"They like what you're doing," she said in a languid voice. "So keep doing it."

My laugh rang out. I'd thought about having sex before but every time I imagine it, it hadn't involved the thick emotions I felt for Amanda, the ones that choked off my throat and made my heart thunder. And I'd never spoken with anyone who'd laugh with me, let alone expressed eagerness to be with me.

So, I'd waited—for her.

"You're special," I said. "I mean this. I'm falling in love with you, but please don't see that as pressure for you to feel the same or even to do this with me. I like you too. You're fun, you make me laugh, and I can't wait to sample all the teas you'll dream up. I know they'll taste amazing because they mean something to you."

"Xax," she breathed, her eyes sparkling. "I really like you too."

So what would the gods decide? I wasn't going to wait for them to give us permission to be with each other like this.

We would decide, not them.

I kissed her again, with less sweetness this time. Need was driving me feral. I wanted her. Craved her. And to think that she liked me, that she wanted to be with me like this was feeding my craving.

She bumped her hips up toward me, hitting my abdomen. It was going to be interesting trying to fit us together and not only because I was big. Would she stare at my chest while I pumped inside her?

I wrenched my head up. "I need to fuck you from behind. Then you won't have to stare at my chest."

She blinked up at me a moment. "What's bad about staring at your chest?"

"I'm referring to our size difference. When I'm driving my cock inside you while facing you, I won't be able to kiss you at the same time."

"You won't be able to kiss me while driving your cock inside me from behind either."

"But I won't be thinking about trying to kiss you from that position."

"You could be right. I hope you'll be so into driving your cock inside me that you won't be thinking of kisses no matter what position we use."

"I always think of kisses when I look at you. Always."

Her smile rose. "I do the same thing. Like yesterday when you and Cresar were lugging stumps from the woods, and you were only wearing a skimpy loincloth that barely covers the good stuff. Your muscles gleamed in the sunshine, and they bulged in all the right places. Frankly, I'd find it arousing to stare at your muscled chest while you're driving your cock inside me."

My cock was throbbing. Kisses and sucking on her nipples had made it stiffer but surprisingly enough, talking about this and hearing how she'd admired my body yesterday was arousing me even more.

"We've established that kisses are good," I said. "That me sucking on your nipples is good."

"I think it's better than good. We could even say excellent."

"Is there a way to improve on that?"

Her lips curled up again. "If you keep trying, you'll only get better, don't you think?"

Yes. Definitely yes.

I claimed her mouth once more, savoring how soft her lips were, how she moaned when my tongue dipped inside to coil with hers, how she stroked my shoulders. She was thinking of my muscles, I knew it. And that made my cock slam against my abdomen in desperation.

Leaving her mouth, I made sure her nipples remained rosy. She wrapped her legs around me and tiny peeps like a drettire's erupted from her throat. She ground her pussy—soon-to-be-dripping passage—against my body, and my cock got even stiffer.

I kissed my way down her front until I reached her thighs. She parted them before I could nudge them wide.

"You did oral yesterday," she said, coiling my hair around her fingers and tugging gently.

"Is this a one-time thing? I can only suck on your pretty little clit once? Only drive my fingers and tongue into you once?"

"Oh, no. You can do that more than once."

"Are you setting guidelines? If so, can I advocate for daily?"

"Daily?" she gulped. "You'd want to suck on my clit every day?"

"More than once a day if you think you'd enjoy it."

"You need to be cloned."

I didn't know what she meant, but I was going to take this as yes. "Three times if we can fit it into your tea shop schedule."

Her cheeks got as pink as her nipples. "I think we can arrange for that."

"If you lay on your new counter and part your thighs, we could count that as one time." I stroked my finger down her wet crease, sliding my thumb inside when I found her wet for my touch. "And maybe after your guests leave at the end of the day, we can ask your tea shop god to craft a special chair I can bend you over to sample your amazing body a second time."

I slid two fingers inside her and groaned at how wet and wonderful she was.

"Yes," she hissed.

"The third time will be before bed, perhaps with you lying on another piece of furniture inside our home." I started pumping my fingers within her, and she rode them so well, thrusting her hips up to meet my hand. I rubbed her sweet clit with my thumb, savoring how tight it was, how eager. She was going to take my cock just as well. I might not have done this before, but in my heart, I knew it.

"What about first thing in the morning?" she croaked. "Or are you not a morning person?"

I ran my tongue across her clit and nibbled with my tusks while she mewed and pumped against me. Truly, it was hard to leave her lovely body long enough to reply, but I felt I must. "Four times then. Can we leave this open for more than three?"

"Xax, you definitely need to be cloned."