Page 40 of Breakaway
I'm a smart woman. A man tells me it's his turn to pay me back for a blow job, well, who am I to argue?
Okay, well, usually I make them pay upfront, usually in the form of feasting between my legs until I'm wrung dry, but seeing as Zill was about to lose his mind because he wouldn't just come, I made an exception to the rule. One I won't mind making if I fall asleep that easily again. How weird is it to ask the man who thinks you're his soulmate if you can suck on his dick to fall asleep?
"We've thought about this, but we're going to need some pointers," Zill says, pulling me out of my thoughts.
I don't get a chance to ask him what he's talking about before he lifts me up and slides down the bed. His plan is top-notch, but seeing as his shoulders are massive and he didn't grab me with his arms between my legs, I get stopped before taking my rightful seat on his face. He cocks his head to the side, staring at the juncture of my thighs as though he's very confused why thisisn't working. His shadows aren't helping since they're trying to urge me to move in ways that aren't possible with how Zill still has his hands on my hips.
"Okay, in my head this worked, but seeing as I don't know what I'm doing, just crawl up here and let me kiss you between your legs." Zill drops his arms in defeat, but his shadows keep moving, apparently not to be deterred from their goal.
I'm not one to refuse such a simple request. I crawl over him, not even hesitating to do what he wants. If a man wants to die being suffocated by pussy, I'm more than happy to oblige. If he doesn't want to die, he can always give me a sign. Maybe like a double tap on my thigh, or he can toss me back onto the bed if he really wants to.
Zill makes a startled sound that's muffled against me, his eyes go wide, and then he does exactly what he said. The man starts French kissing my pussy like he'd prefer it to my mouth. His shocked expression morphs to one of bliss, and he makes a happy sound against me that makes it clear to me he's one of those who'd be happy to die just like this.
His shadows move around my body, wanting to touch and not knowing what they're allowed to touch all at the same time. But first things first, as much as I love Zill making out with my pussy, I also want to show him how to make me come. I lift off enough that he lets out a low growl, almost like an animal getting its food taken away. I smile down at him, stroking his temple as he pulls me back down to him. I grab a handful of hair that's fallen out of his bun and give it a quick tug. His eyes shoot open, and his hold loosens. I can already hear him apologizing if I lift off of him, so I wait for him to keep licking at me before pulling away enough that he can hear me.
"Here," I tell him, using one hand to spread myself. He's got a front row seat to human anatomy 101, and he's staring at me like he wants to be my prized pupil. I keep myself spread with onehand and show him where I need him with the other. I whimper as I stroke my clit, and Zill's eyes narrow, his shadows all stilling. "Be gentle to start, and when I ask for more or harder, you just gobble me up, okay?"
Zill nods, his eyes still watching where I'm gently stroking myself, his jaw clenching once as I lower it even more, pressing against my entrance. "Same thing here. One finger to start, slow and gentle, and more when I adjust."
All of his shadows are wrapped around my thighs, almost like they're watching this the same as Zill is. I press against my entrance again, and his shadows tense once more.
"Do they want in?" I ask, my voice teasing. I hadn't considered the role they would play in all of this, and based on the desperate keening sound Zill is making and the way his hips are thrusting into nothing, I'm taking it the answer is yes. "Okay, but just one until I know if I like it."
Zill's jaw clenches again, his gaze moving down to the shadows congregated on my thighs. His eyes dart around as though he can make out which is which. They're all extremely still for a long moment, and then they all fall to the comforter except for one lone shadow that wraps around Zill's hand as though they all came to an agreement on how this was to be done.
"Please sit on me now," Zill says, all polite and eager. And he gets exactly what he wants.
His lips and tongue find my clit, and he teases me gently, soft suction, gentle flicks of his tongue. When he spreads me out on his tongue, I have to bite back a curse as I grind against his mouth. The corners of his eyes crinkle, and I'm sure he'd be wearing a smug smile if he could. He waits until he has that part figured out before I feel him pressing into me, one finger just like I told him, and I'm so fucking wet that he slides in easily.
"More," I tell him with a tug on his hair.
He's startled for a second. Maybe he thought the gentleness would last longer, and sometimes it probably will, but I'm so worked up right now I need to come. His mouth moves much the same, just harder, firmer touches, faster movements that have me grinding into him, pushing him harder into the mattress. When he stretches me on two fingers, I throw my head back and whine.
"Curl them."
And he doesn't hesitate to try to figure out what I'm talking about. It takes him a few tries, but when he finds it, oh, he knows he's found it. And that's when I realize the shadow that's been allowed to be a part of this experimentation has been wrapped around Zill's fingers, because the fucker finds that spot inside of me and uses the little amount of pressure he can give to stroke it incessantly until I'm a shaking mess and my orgasm is plowing into me like a train.
Normally, since I live in an apartment, I try to be courteous with my sounds. Seeing as it doesn't matter how loud or quiet I am on the ship since the Sombrans have already heard all of this, I let my mouth fall open, a cry of pleasure slipping from my lips. I have to hand it to the rest of the shadows; they all cling to my legs like they have to touch me, but not a single one of them tries to force their way on or in me in any way they're not allowed.
"Enough," I tell Zill as I come down from the high of my orgasm.
It takes him a moment, his focus purely on my pleasure. He finally relents, lets his head fall to the bed, and wipes at his chin with the hand he was using to get me off. His shadow twines between his fingers before joining the rest of them where they're all gathered on my legs.
"Was that okay?" Zill asks, his smug smile telling me that he knows just how okay it was.
"Give me like two minutes, and I want you to do it again," I tell him, leaning back so I'm sitting on his chest instead. He props himself up with an arm behind his head, not even hiding that he's ogling between my legs. His shadows move closer, but they behave themselves, mostly.
"Same shadow, or do you want a different one?" Zill asks, giving me an amused look when his question confuses me.
"Can you tell them all apart?" I ask, lowering my fingers to softly sift through them. Some of them part for me, others cling.
"Oh yeah," Zill says. "They're, well, they're a lot, and they're all different. They're the same too, don't get me wrong, but yeah, most Sombrans know they're all different."
"Do they have names?" I ask, curling my finger to ask one of them to wrap around my hand. It does so immediately, but a piece of it remains attached to where it's touching Zill.
"They're numbered, and they're all getting very jealous of twenty-three because you're showing him favor."
I glance down at my hand and back to Zill. "They're jealous of this one?"
