Page 33 of Caldar
His top lip curled back, like a snarl, like he was loath to say his next words. “We can do nothing. It will metabolize out of our bodies. It will be unpleasant, but we will survive.”
“We don’t know how long that will take, and you need to get the vines off and the thorns out of you.” She climbed onto the table, knife in her good hand, and straddled his legs. “I’m going to unbuckle your pants and free one of your hands. Which one do you want?”
It felt weird asking her alien which hand was his jerking-off hand, but it felt even more weird to open his pants.
His cock sprang free, thick and proud. The head, a surprisingly delicate blushing pink color, wept copiously. Could she even wrap her hand around that thing?
Unable to resist, she wrapped a hand around his member. Her fingers barely met on the other side. She stroked up, running her thumb over the weeping head and spreading the pre-cum.
She licked her thumb, relishing the salty taste of him.
“Sonia—” He growled, and she groaned in response.
Fuck. She really could come from his voice alone.
“I should have asked. I’m sorry,” she said. The toxins flowing in her were bad enough, but she could still control her actions. She wasn’t mindless to the lust burning in her. Not yet, at least.
“You can do anything you want to me when this is over.” His voice shook as he spoke. “My left hand. Cut me free.”
She scooted forward, very aware of his dick just there and standing proud. It brushed against her stomach as she leaned forward to cut his left hand.
The vines fell away, and he grabbed her wrist, pulling her against him. His hips bucked up as he ground himself against her. She fought the urge to grind down on him, because she wanted to. She ached and throbbed. It wouldn’t take much. If her head had been a little clearer, she would have walked around the table to cut him free, rather than climb and squirm all over him. Well, live and learn.
“Caldar,” she said, her voice calm, “you need to let me go.”
One by one, his fingers peeled away.
She scooted back down to a safe distance. “Thank you,” she said, staring at his dick again. He gripped it at the base and stoked up, twisting at the head and back down again. She licked her lips, the taste of him still on her tongue. “Okay, so we’re just starting, I guess.”
“Show me how you pleasure yourself,” Caldar said.
Sonia slipped a hand under the waistband of her skirt and under her panties. Her flesh was hot and already slick. She might have died from embarrassment with anyone else, but Caldar watched her with such heat in his eyes that there was no room for embarrassment.
Her core ached, and her clit throbbed. Her fingers circled that needy bundle of nerves and stroked her folds, dragging out a moan. It wouldn’t take much. She was already close, her thighs trembling and heart racing.
Caldar licked his lips, like watching her touch herself was the greatest thing he’d ever seen.
The intensity of his stare emboldened her. Her hips rocked. The tattered pieces of the skirt fell open, putting herself on display, and she wanted him to see. Needed him to see. She tossed her head back, letting herself moan long and loud.
She was almost there. So close—
“Sonia.” Her name was as soft as a prayer, filled with longing and wonder. His hand worked up and down his shaft, stroking faster and faster.
“Caldar!” She rubbed at a near frantic pace, jerking her hips for that extra bit of friction, and her climax broke over her. She gasped, her eyes flying open and a smile on her lips.
Caldar erupted with a shout, spurting up from his hand and creating a mess.
A delicious mess.
“May I?” she asked, already reaching for his hand.
“Sonia, yes,” he answered.
She pressed his hand to her mouth, hiding her smile. She wanted to tease about rendering him speechless, because she didn’t think Caldar could ever be speechless, but decided against it. She’d rather keep him speechless.
She licked his hand clean, taking her time to get every drop. Then she lowered herself to his cock and licked the head, just to be thorough. She enjoyed the feel of him in her mouth. Still hard, she wondered how long he needed to be ready to go again. The desperate, raw need had abated, but she’d like more. A content, fuzzy feeling floated inside her. She didn’t want it to end.
A hand tapped the back of her head. “Sonia,” he whispered.
