Page 61 of Earth-Bound

“Uh, sure. Here, let me get you something to sit on.”

“I’m happy sitting on the ground.”

“Are you sure?”

“I’m an earth spirit. I like to be in contact with the earth. Sitting doesn’t bother me.”

“Oh, ok.”

I sat and Joe settled down beside me. “You don’t need to sit on the ground, too. Humans find it uncomfortable.”

“Nah, I’m good. I’d rather be beside you.”

He blushed as he said it and I saw the way his cheeks reddened against his blonde beard. My mate could not be more attractive.

As though it was inevitable, I leaned into him and pressed my lips to his. His answering kiss was gentle and deep. It was slower than our previous couplings, but just as intimate. It felt as though the urgency had retreated and we had time to enjoy each other’s bodies more fully. Joe was staying, I was free, he knew I was an earth spirit… there was nothing between us any longer.

“Fuck, Terrund, you’re so hot.” Joe’s mouth began to move against mine harder and I found myself pushed back against the ground and Joe’s large body on top of me.

His weight pressed me into the earth and my body reacted to it, both aroused and soothed by the solidity of it. He was kissing me, his tongue in my mouth, exploring, and his hips grinding against my own. He was the perfect height. We were the perfect match. I would climax from this sensation, if he continued to press down on my length in that way.

Suddenly, Joe rolled off me. I was left feeling bare and exposed.

“What is the matter?”

“I’m going to come,” he said. It was more of a grunt.

Smirking a little, I asked, “Is that not the point?”

He sighed. “I always come too quickly with you. I want to show you how good it can be.”

Rising onto my elbows, I met my mate’s gaze. “It is always good with you. Better than good. Sex can never be better than it is between us.”

He launched himself at me again and smashed his mouth against mine. At last, he pressed me back down and consumed me. I bucked my hips up and sought friction, frustrated by our clothes.

Joe felt the same way, it seemed. He lifted off me enough to fumble at his fly and then his erection was in his hand, his fist gripping hard and sliding up and down his length. I watched, rapt, as the first beads of pre-come slid out of his slit and down the mushroom head.

“You gotta stop looking at me like that or I’m going to come before I can even get your dick out.”

I raised my eyes to his and pulled his head down to mine so I could taste his mouth again. I wanted his taste on my tongue.

He pressed his erection into my thigh and ground it there, leaving a sticky trail, I have no doubt. And while he did that, he ran his fingers across my crotch, up and down my length, pressing and stroking.

“Fuck, Terrund, you’ve got to teach me how these fucking legging-things open. Where’s the fly?”

I laughed at the frustration in his voice, pleased that my mate was so desperate for me.

“I can update my wardrobe,” I promised as I reached down with both hands to unfasten my britches. “That will make it easier for you to… access what you want.”

“Don’t you fucking dare change your style,” he growled.

“I really should have updated my appearance years ago.”

“Don’t. You. Fucking. Dare.”

He punctuated each word with a hard kiss and I melted inside.

As soon as I had bared myself, Joe was on me again. His hand wrapped tightly around my erection and I cried out, bucking into his grip. Even just the way he held me was better than anything I’d ever done with someone else or, indeed, alone.

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