Our eyes lock, and in that final instant, he angles his ejaculation toward my swollen breasts.
Hot white come erupts from the tip of his throbbing red dick. It shoots into my open, waiting mouth. It drips over my breasts and spills down to my waist. I rub his semen into my skin, gripping my breasts as I swallow the drops that have landed in my mouth.
If I were in my rational mind, the side of me with a master’s degree in library science, I would not believe what I was doing. But that side of me is quiet. She’s sleeping somewhere deep inside. The part of me that is in control is ruled by intense animal lust. And she is reveling in the feeling of his come on her chest and the taste of him in her mouth.
He looks at me with shock and shame. I swear, now that I’ve tasted him, I can almost feel his emotions inside me. I stand and tell him not to feel guilty. We walk into the bedroom and collapse on his bed. He pulls the covers up over us and squeezes me against his neck and chest, the moisture of his seed sticky between us. I wrap my leg over his hip and pull him closer.
I want him inside me so badly that my pussy clenches with need. I feel his wet, flaccid phallus against my thigh and wish that it would rise again and fill me. But he is breathing deeply within moments of taking me in his arms.
A wave of exhaustion consumes me, and soon, my eyes are fluttering closed. I listen to his breathing, and I feel the soft beating of his heart as I drift deep into dreamless sleep.
When I awaken in the morning, he is gone. My arms feel empty without him. And although I’m coming back to my senses without him near, I regret nothing. I climb from the bed and search for him in the bathroom and in the adjoining rooms of his suite. But he’s nowhere to be found.
My body yearns for him. I ache to have him inside me. Everything I know about him, his intellect, his sense of right and wrong, his kindness and gentleness toward me, attracts me to him more and more all the time.
I know that if we were back on Earth, and he was just a regular guy, I wouldn’t jump into bed so quickly. That’s just not my style. And he was right about women back on Earth during my time. If we want to be in a real relationship with someone, we don’t just jump into bed. Relationships that start with easy sex don’t usually develop into long-term, stable partnerships.
I step into the shower and wash the sex from my skin, thinking about how this man, this gorgeous, powerful man, wants a long-term partnership with me. I still can’t quite believe it. And the insecure part of me is screaming that he’s not here with me this morning because he’s ashamed of the woman he’s been matched with. But after last night, after the way he let me rule him, after feeling his stiff need between my hands, there’s no way that I could possibly believe he doesn’t want me.
19
I stand on the veranda, gazing out at the sea, drinking a cup of black coffee. I slept in the intoxicating scent of Doris and woke in her arms. Disentangling myself from her body was like pulling myself away from my own soul. But I had to get up early to think through what I’ve done.
She did things to me last night that I don’t even have words for. And while I know I should feel ashamed for allowing it, I cannot. Every time I think about her lips on my phallus, her hand stroking me, her soft, full breasts brushing against my testes, I grow hard. My only thought is that I must enter her dark, wet cave and thrust repeatedly and forcefully until I explode inside her.
This is indeed what we are meant to do, as man and woman, to reproduce and continue our species. But my training in Earthling courtship has warned against moving so quickly. She could reject me now because of my inappropriate response.
I started it by ripping off her clothes and sinking between her milky white thighs. I cannot regret that either. They are two of the greatest moments of my life. Even greater than being the first captain to ever take