Page 34 of No Strings Attached

She laughed and began to caress her own breasts, gently teasing the nipples. Bahbi changed their position to a slight jackknife, then he began to slowly open and close the knife. Vi’s head fell back on his shoulder, and he had an unobstructed view of her hands working her nipples. His rhythm and her hands were bringing them both to the precipice quickly, and he had the briefest twinge of regret about that until he replayed her saying, “next time,” and he reached down into her slickness.

He couldn’t believe how easy it was to drive her pleasure from here, using this little nub. The first time, he had brought her climax so quickly using it that he thought of it as an orgasm button. And while her climax had triggered his, and it had been the most incredible experience of his life to that point, he had also felt a pang of regret that it had been over so soon.

So, the second time, he had sought to draw it out for both of them, carefully stroking alongside her little button and having the warm water kiss her nipples for him. He had not been disappointed with his results, either, triggering an orgasm in her that started before his and went on well after.

But now he had two new thoughts:next time, of course, andinternal pleasure center. He would not be distracted by regretful thoughts that his life’s only sexual experience was coming to an end. He could just give to Vi in the hope of repaying her just a fraction of what she had given him: his life, his freedom, his burgeoning sense of belonging.

They were both panting and getting lost in the pleasure, so it was now or never. “Vi.”

“Hmm?”

“How do I find your internal pleasure center?”

“Hmm? Oh, well, I don’t think you can. That space is kinda filled at the moment.”

“Tell me. I’ll try.”

“Um, well,” she thought, then raised her hand, palm down and index finger pointing down toward her belly. “If you could slide a finger in like this,” she crooked her finger and then turned it, so it pointed at their faces, “then stroke like this.” She moved her finger at the first two knuckles. “Oh, and maybe move your thumb against the outside, but try not to hit the clitoris.”

“Clitoris?”

She took his hand and showed him.

“Oh, your orgasm button.”

She burst out laughing and said, “You know what? I like the sound of that a lot better than the word ‘clitoris.’ It shall be henceforth and evermore referred to as my orgasm button.”

Bahbi moved his finger down to her entrance and started trying to snake it inside, making sure to put more pressure against the spongy tissue of his cock than against her opening. He worked his entire finger in but there just wasn’t enough room to make the crooking gesture she had shown him. Perhaps this was something he could do for her when they weren’t locked together in a mating? Maybe it would be a way of giving her pleasure when they weren’t near water? The thoughts were foreign and came unbidden along with an utterly unprecedented image of him holding her legs open and using his tongue on her little button—driving her to a screaming release.

He was awakened from this foreign reverie by the sound of her moaning, loudly. He had continued the jackknife rhythm and guessed that his finger had found the spot. He increased the pressure and stroked the outside of her slick entrance with his thumb, careful to avoid the little button.

Vi started moaning the words “oh god” and his name, over and over again, her body joining his to increase the jackknife rhythm instead of letting his motions carry them both. He pressed and stroked while his left hand went to her breast to tease the nipple, something she had forgotten in her mounting pleasure. Bahbi knew he couldn’t take much more of her sounds, and words, and arching against him. He was almost desperate enough to work her button when she bowed her back, whole body stiffening, pulled in a huge breath of air and held it, then screamed out his name. She partially relaxed against him, but pulses of pleasure continued rippling through her whole body.

Bahbi’s right hand was locked in place by their joining, but his left arm closed around her tightly and his legs locked around her as his own climax shot through him, the force of it pushing their bodies straight in the warm water and back into the floating position.

Vi lay draped on top of him, boneless and breathing hard. Bahbi felt his cock begin to deflate, freeing his right hand, and he wrapped both arms tightly around her. His throbbing cock began a very slow retraction, as if it regretted the loss of Vi’s warmth as much as he did.

He loosened his arms and pushed his legs down in the water, away from hers, then gently rolled her over so she was upright and facing him. He wanted to look into her brilliant green eyes and see that what they had shared, all of it—not just the mating—was as meaningful to her as it was to him. She held his gaze, a small smile curving her lips, then came forward and wrapped her arms around his neck, laying her head on his shoulder and breathing into his neck. He pulled her as close as he could. They held each other in silence in the warm water, breathing in and breathing out, for a very long time.

Eventually, Bahbi swam them back to the shore, carrying Vi by the thighs as she held on to his neck. He lay them down in a luxurious patch of purple grass, Vi still clinging to him. After a long while, she lifted herself up onto her arms and looked down into his face, smiling wickedly. Then she lowered herself down again until her skin barely touched his now dry fur and rocked her body back and forth across his, eyes closing in pleasure as his fur slid across her skin.

“What are you doing, Vi?” Bahbi breathed.

“I’m just checking to see if this feels as good as it did in my dream.” She stopped, then slid sideways off of him, one arm and leg still draped across him.

“You…you…dreamed about me? About doing that with me?”

“Yes. In the garden.”

“That’s why you made those sounds and called out my name?”

“Yes.”

Bahbi was dumbfounded. Had Vi actually been attracted to him? Thinking about him in that way before they had been dumped into this cavern? He thought their mating discussion had triggered her causal suggestion that they “try out” some alien sex. But if she had been dreaming about their bodies together…

He pushed the thought away. No, he would not look to take more than she had given; would not look to hope for more than she had promised. He would not tie any strings on her, as she had stated they should not do. She wanted to go home. He wondered about her home. Was it possible that they might accept the presence of a Trallian?

“Vi, tell me about your home and your life,” he said, lightly stroking her hair.

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