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He drew her down, guiding her onto her back. “I want another lesson, but this time I want to be the one on top.”
“All right.” She pointed to his groin. “But the first thing you gotta do is get rid of those tighty-whities.”
Although he’d never heard that term used before, he knew what she meant. Reaching down with one hand, he slid his briefs over his hips. Cydney helped him pull them over his buttocks. Hooking her toes into the waistband, she slid the underwear all the way down his legs, where he kicked them off.
“Ready for me to educate you again?” she smiled.
“I want to do a little exploring,” he admitted. “Mind if I experiment on you?” He lowered himself between her legs, resting on his belly, and braced his arms outside her thighs.
She grinned. “Experiment away.”
Keeping his eyes on her face to watch for her reaction, he ran his tongue over her stomach. “You know, they say what’s good for the goose is good for the gander.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
Grabbing her panties’ thin elastic, he jerked them over her hips, exposing the soft mat of hair he’d seen shadowed in the dark fabric. He lowered his mouth over her juncture, jutted his chin forward, and slowly ran the teeth of his lower jaw between her folds.
Cydney gasped. Her body went rigid as he did it again, lightly scoring her soft inner flesh. She lifted her knees and spread her legs farther apart to give him easier access. Happily, N8 dove nose-first into her.
She was hot and smelled incredible. She also tasted oddly, but it was a flavor he wouldn’t mind savoring over and over. But the best thing was the enormous hard-on growing between his legs. A jerk of his hips made it rub into the thin blanket, when what he really wanted to do was plant it deep inside her.
He felt something small and hard against his tongue. It was almost instinct that made him latch onto the tiny protuberance and suck hard on it.
Cydney’s body jerked, and he heard her cry out. Her fingers dug into his hair as he continued to gnaw and suck her, a warm flow of cream oozing from her inner channel to coat his chin.
“Mmm, Cyd. This is incredible.”
“It would be even better if you plugged me,” she responded in a tight voice.
He wriggled his groin on the floor. It was a surprisingly pleasurable sensation.
“N8!” she gasped.
Lifting himself, he snaked his way up her body until he reached her breasts. Rather than try to unhook her bra, he shoved it upward to reveal their rosy-tipped peaks. He latched onto one of them and drew it into his mouth. With his other hand, he pinched the other nipple, and rolled it between his fingers. Cydney writhed beneath him.
“Damn it, N8!”
He knew how she felt. His dick was starting to signal its intended release, and the desire to plunge into her was overpowering.
Pushing her breasts together, he alternated between licking and sucking the hardened nipples. He especially loved burrowing his face between them and shaking his head to make his short whiskers tickle her skin unmercifully.
She bucked her hips in silent protest. No longer able to wait any longer himself, he dragged his body over her and watched the tip of his Johnson disappear from sight. Closing his eyes, he tried to press into her, but something was blocking his way.
Cydney reached down between them. He knocked her hand away and grabbed himself. Using his fingertips to locate her entrance, he tried again. This time he was able to slide almost halfway in before he shuddered.
He groaned. It was even better than the first time. He couldn’t explain how or why. His brain shut down and refused to think any more. All he wanted to do was savor the moment, and to keep going.
His body took over. Nature’s most primitive instinct gave his hips the signal to complete the act. To drill inside her slick, silken channel. To feel her womb trying to suck his dick up inside her and milk him dry.
Moaning, he bowed his head to rest his forehead on the pillow beneath her. He was pumping her faster now, increasing his speed as she lifted her legs and threw her feet over his waist until her heels dug into his buttocks. The more he rammed himself inside her, the harder he felt himself grow. Harder, heavier, and longer.
He started gasping for air. Beads of sweat trickled off his shoulders, arms, and forehead. Cydney’s face screwed up as she reached her peak. And when she came, her body went taut and unmoving during her release. Her teeth clenched as a whine oozed from her throat, and her fingers dug their nails into his scalp.
N8 continued to pound into her, but her vaginal grip on him was almost vise-like. It didn’t matter. His own orgasm shot out of him like a firehose gone berserk. He cried out, unable to control himself as his body took off, and eventually he collapsed on top of her.
It took a while before he could roll onto his side. Snuggling next to her, he drew an arm over her ribcage, and relished in the afterglow. He had no knowledge of how much time passed. At some point, Cydney rolled away from him, dragging their covering blanket with her that she must have thrown over them. The cabin floor was hard, making it difficult to get any decent long-term sleep.But it’s only temporary,he’d promised Cydney.One day, we’ll look back on this time and laugh about it. We’ll put these nights in our memory book.
She tried to get comfortable, a little sound of irritation coming from her as she adjusted the pillow beneath her head. Scooting up behind her, N8 spooned along her back and buttocks. His groin fit perfectly against her, and he snaked one arm over her belly. He was exhausted. So was she. Their lovemaking had sapped every last ounce of energy out of them.
