Page 63 of Diamond

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.

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Kuret

I will never tire of seeing that look of pleasure on her face and knowing I caused it. When she slid onto me with her wet heat, I thought I might die.

She stops shuddering and then her channel starts to squeeze me, and I lose that final bit of control I had that kept telling me to not spill my seed.

Before I think better of it, I'm moving her onto her back, spreading her legs wide and sliding myself out of her.

My body urges me to move faster, but I don't want to hurt her. I slide in again, my body shaking as I hold myself back, her body still tightening against me in waves.

She moves her arms up to my hips, digging her blunt little nails into me, wordlessly urging me faster.

I open my eyes, and look down at her, increasing my pace slowly, excited by the way each thrust makes her soft curves bounce.

I'm clicking out my pleasure in a long string as she moans.

"Yes, like that," she pants out.

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