strangled protest dies on her lips when I pull at her nipple hungrily. Goddesses! I want her so badly.
Everything about her, from her round features to her scent, drives me out of my mind. My hands skim down her smooth back, pushing her covering past her butt. Holding one of her soft, abundant globes tightly, I pull from her nipple with a harsh jerk, looking up at her seriously.
“Does this hurt?” I squeeze the ass I punished earlier, but can’t stop myself to even wait for her answer before my mouth crashes down on the other plump nipple, begging for attention.
She wiggles slightly under my hand, but she doesn’t appear to be trying to get away. Incoherent mumbling reaches my ears, and I’m not sure if she’s attempting to communicate in her other language or if those are just inarticulate sounds from the pleasure. Her scents envelop me as I abandon squeezing her butt and instead drop my arm under her ass to lift her. In a few steps, my feet hit the shore, and I drop to my knees on the ground with her legs spread over my lap. My lips leave her nipple as we fall, staring into each other’s eyes briefly before my gaze descends.
Pressing back the material from her body, I follow with my fingers, skimming them lightly over her sensitive flesh that’s parted under my examination. Her heavy breasts taper down to a narrow waist that flares out beautifully into her shapely ass. At the juncture between her thighs spread around my legs, I can see the glistening moisture of her profuse slick that she wasn’t able to remove with just water. There’s a small patch of wet curls that hides my new prize.
Dipping between her limbs, I admire the stickiness accumulated there. I can feel her stare, but she doesn’t say a word as I circle her opening with the tips of my fingers slowly. “Do you want me to make you feel good, like you were attempting in the water?”
When she doesn’t answer right away, I look up into her eyes, holding my breath with anticipation. She won’t deny me, right? Lifting my fingers slightly, I zone in on the tiny bud that’ll have her singing.
“Yes,” she finally admits, surrendering beautifully as she spreads her legs wider.
“Good girl,” I say, as another surge of lust shoots through me. My own cock is as hard as a rock, and as much as I’d like to throw her on the ground right here, I won’t. I want to bed her properly. I wish I had the convenient comforts of the underground as she’s probably used to, but in our encampment, I have the best of all we claim. It’s not as ornate, but it’ll serve the purpose.
I’m gentle as I pinch and squeeze the little nub between my fingers, watching her face as the expression morphs from indecision to abandonment. Over and over I circle the spot, building the tension within her. She rocks against my hand, her beautiful groans and whimpers escalating. My other hand cups her generous breast, stroking the nipple over and over until I squeeze it tightly.
She’s becoming more and more vocal as I ramp her body up, attempting to see what she likes. My soothing purrs transform into more of a groan as I continue to escalate the arousal between us. The heavy rumbling vibration I started earlier when she seemed distressed, isn’t something I’ve done often. We’ve been told it harkens back to our original ancestry and comes more naturally to the Alphas of our species. It seemed to work earlier.
There aren’t many Alphas any longer. Only a small percentage of us remain. We’re encouraged to be agreeable with our female procreation cycles and recalled for breeding. Being chosen as one of the Alphas to continue our line is a blessing that I’ve attempted to live up to.
Sunny returns my call with one of her own that has my dick hardening to the point of pain. Ignoring it, I carefully slip my finger lower, continuing to circle her tiny nub with my other hand. She’s dropped her head back, her eyes closed, and as I slowly press a finger inside of her tight channel, her body trembles.
Throwing her head forward, her forehead slams down on my shoulder as I feel my finger tugged inside her warm body. I have no idea how I’ll fit. I suppose that’s all part of the miracle of the female body.
Sweetness gushes over my