My gaze dragged over her. Consumed her so completely I was almost surprised it did not leave teeth marks behind. Her breasts were just as luscious as I’d remembered, their sensitive tips rounded like little pebbles. Her chest and belly surged with heaving breath, drawing my eyes downwards to a surprising and fiercely erotic patch of dark hair between her legs.

“Silar,” my wife whispered, “I give you full permission and consent to do anything and everything that you just mentioned to me. And if you want to do anything beyond that, we can talk about that, too. But,” her voice grew firmer, “we have to be able to talk about it. I need you to try to tell me what you’re feeling. At least sometimes. I’ve been going crazy these past two weeks thinking that you didn’t want me. Or maybe that you did want me. But just… not enough.”

“I thought you’d leave,” I rasped. “If I told you what I wanted from you. I thought… I thought you’d hate me and you’d run.”

She moved her head side to side, making her hair sway hypnotically.

“I’m not running, Silar. Not anymore.”

She shimmied and shuffled so that she was no longer kneeling but sitting atop the blanket. Her cheeks colouring, she daintily parted her thighs, then spread them wide, slinging her legs over my hips. She leaned back upon her elbows, half lying and entirely splayed to me.

“Maybe I should tell you the things I want to do to you, now,” she said huskily.

My cock throbbed, my breath crashing like I’d just sprinted to her.

“I want your mouth everywhere,” she purred. “Including here.” She drew her delicate fingers down through the dark hair between her legs, spreading herself, revealing the pink and glistening seam of her sex. The skin there was so beautiful. Smooth and slick, an opening surrounded by sweetly ruffled flesh and crowned with a mysterious nub that seemed small and unassuming enough, but that some deep instinct told me would be very important.

“I want to lick all the way up the shaft of your cock. Then take you in my mouth and suck you.”

I jolted, the cock in question nearly erupting at the image she’d just put in my head. In all my deepest and darkest moments of perversion, I had not come up with such a thing.

Cherry was even more perversely imaginative than I was.

I am the luckiest male alive.

“Then I want to get on top of you, sink down on the cock I just sucked, and ride you like a shuldu.”

I must be dreaming. I must be dead.

There was no way life could be this good after so long.

I reached forward with a jittering hand, just to make sure that she was still real. Still here with me. My fingers bumped hers, hair tickling my skin.

“Oh,” Cherry said in a murmuring moan. Her hand moved out of my way, sliding up to my wrist to pull me closer. Being mindful of my claws, I rubbed the tips of my fingers around in the wettest part of her, my entire body spasming when the flesh gave way, soft and open. When my thumb bumped that swollen little place near the top, Cherry cried out, her back arching so hard that her breasts jumped and shook with the motion.

My heart slammed. My body felt like it was floating and being crushed at the very same time. My breathing came fast and feral and without another word, without the ability to wait even one more moment, I groaned, gripped Cherry’s hips and dove face-first between her legs.

24CHERRY

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.