Alien Captain's Bride - Scarlett Grove Page 0,57
heart ache to touch her.
She brushes past me into my room. I tap the control panel to shut the door behind her. I watch her back for a moment, and then she turns to me, her expression resolute.
“I’ve come to a decision,” she says.
“What is it?” I ask. I will give her anything, do anything, if it will mean she will allow me into her heart again.
“I want to see what you did when you watched me,” she says with a raised eyebrow.
My mouth drops, and I quickly close it.
“There must be footage. From your TV. From your wrist device.”
“There is,” I say in a rumbling voice. The thought of her watching me watching her makes my cock twitch.
“Show it to me. Now.”
I indicate that she should sit down, and I sit in the armchair nearby. With a few taps of my wrist device, I’m able to bring the feed from my room up onto the screen. There is a surprisingly good view of me and the video of her. It starts with the still frame. My eyes are glued to the image of her. I tap my wrist device and start the feed.
She watches me, watching her. I observe all of this, emotions storming inside me. I don’t know whether I should be repulsed, ashamed, or aroused. All three tangle and war inside me.
On the screen, I reach inside my trousers and pull out my erect phallus. I’m seeing her pleasure herself with the water wand in her shower. I begin to stroke, my eyes locked on her supple form. In the video within the video, she climaxes. In the video of me, I squeeze my cock and come to the sight of it. Then it is over.
I tap on my wrist device and stop the feed. Her face is in profile. She is still staring up at the screen. I need to know what she’s thinking. She feels so distant from me. So far away.
She shakes her head and bites her lip. Then she wipes her brow with her hand. Standing, she turns to me. An unfastens the rope she’s wearing. It tumbles to the floor, and she’s naked above me.
My mouth drops. I don’t know what’s happening.
She leans into me and whispers in my ear. “Now we’re even.”
“Do you forgive me?” I ask, my hands hovering over her sides. I want to grab her, lift her off her feet, and take her into the bedroom. But I dare not move.
“Maybe,” she breathes into my ear. “It depends on how hard you make me come.”
I know what this means, and I can hold back no longer. I grab hold of her tiny body and lift her off the ground. I carry her in long strides across my living room and into my bedroom where I lay her across my wide bed. Moments later, I am naked and crawling over her prone form. Her body sinks into the billowy white comforter, and she looks up into my eyes, peering deep into my soul.
“What do you want?” I whisper into her ear, kissing her cheek.
“I want you to pretend you’re a shower wand,” she says. And I am all too glad to oblige.
My cock throbs to enter her as I kneel between her legs, stroking her squirming body with my palms and fingers. I caress her curves, pluck at her nipples, and slide my fingers over the cleft between her legs.
She quivers and quakes. Her pussy clenches and seeps glistening, fragrant moisture from between her folds. I lean in and lick the slit with a gentle flick of my tongue. She gasps at this slight contact. Her arousal is as tight as a guitar string. If I pluck ever so gently, she will sing.
I press deeper into the tender flesh, hooking my tongue over her swollen arousal. She trembles under my touch as I grip her hips. She runs her fingers through my hair and pulls me closer. My tongue darts in tiny flicks, plucking at her clit.
She moans and gasps, wriggling under me. She makes a deep-throated groan as I push my wet fingers into her channel. She comes with a growl, clinching her legs around my head. I’m buried deep inside her, tasting the flood of her climax. She bucks against my tongue and fingers as the aftershocks of her orgasm quake through her.
She goes soft, the tension easing from her body. I gaze at her relaxed face. My cock is throbbing and angry red. I need my