She makes a content noise in her throat as she laps at the underside of my cock, and I suck in a breath, my sac tightening. I'm dangerously on edge already. I want more than just her mouth on my skin. The hunger ripping through me is not just sexual, but the need to touch my mate, to possess her.
To pleasure her.
I glide my fingertips across Alice's jaw, watching as her busy little tongue licks the underside of my cockhead. It feels amazing, and suddenly, I need to do more. It's not right that I'm just sitting here, being “serviced.” I want to give her pleasure, too. "I need you, Alice."
"I'm busy," she tells me, licking a drop of pre-cum from the head of my cock. "Let me focus."
Kef me, I do want her to focus…but I want to touch her more. Groaning, I reach down to stroke her jaw and her hair while she tongue-bathes the ridges on my cock. "You can keep doing that—I'm not asking you to stop." After all, I'm not keffing crazy. "But put your hips up here instead."
And I pat the top of my chest.
That makes her pause. "Why?"
"So you can park your pretty cunt up here and let me lick you while you lick me."
Her eyes widen. Her breath hitches, and in the next moment, a fresh wave of her arousal scent perfumes the air. It makes my sac tighten even more, and if this continues, I'm going to keffing come before she even sits on my face. "You…want to sixty-nine? On our first date?"
"What?"
"What?" She repeats. "Never mind. It's just…" She hesitates, worry in her eyes. "I don't want to hurt your lungs. I'm too heavy."
"You? Too heavy?" I snort. "I have boots that are heavier." Her reluctance is just stoking my hunger. "I thought you wanted to get yours, too?"
"I mean, of course I do," Alice stammers, clearly flustered by my offer.
"Then come on." I pat my chest again. "You stay on top so the carinoux thinks you're in charge, and you let me sink my tongue into that pretty little cunt of yours that's dripping with need."
Alice's hand squeezes my cock. She hesitates again, for so long that I suspect she's going to say no. That she's just doing this to manipulate me and she doesn't want me touching her after all. That her big, bold words about having her turn were just a lie.
But then she gives a little shiver and licks her lips. "You're sure?" she asks again, her thumb rubbing the underside of my cock in an absolutely aggravating—and arousing—way. "You don't want me to just focus on you?"
"I'll have a better time if we're both getting pleasure," I promise her. I've no doubt in my mind I look like a keffing madman with how intensely I'm watching her. How keffing much I need to touch her and make her feel good. "I want to make you come. I want to feel you come when my tongue is buried deep inside you."
Her lips part. She stares at my mouth for a long moment, and then a whimper escapes her.
Then, she gets to her feet and slips her pants off, her gaze never leaving mine.
34
ALICE
I'm not a bold person. I've never been a reckless daredevil. I'm always content to let someone else take the lead, someone else be first in line. Maybe it's because we're stranded on this strange, alien planet, or maybe it's that I've been tossed from one bad situation to another in the last few years, or maybe it's Kaspar's boldness in the face of his childhood health issues, but I'm tired of being afraid. I'm going to grab what I want, and what I want is what Kaspar's offering.
Do I want to sit on his face so he can lick my pussy until I come?
Yes, yes I do.
So there's no point in being shy about it. There's no point in giggling and being demure and worrying that I've got an ugly undercarriage or that he won't like my body hair or whatever. In this moment I don't care if it's the ugliest, hairiest undercarriage in the world—he's offering to lick it and I'm going to take him up on it.
So I strip my pants off as we maintain eye contact, and my heart's pounding in my chest. There's probably a million things we should be doing right now—scavenging for food, creating a new shelter, making weapons—but he needs this moment of pleasure and god, so do I. I kick my pants aside and hesitate for only a moment before I turn and step over him, my backside facing him. Then, I slide back down onto his chest, straddling him and facing his cock, and take him in my hand again.
In the next moment, Kaspar grabs my hips and hauls me backward, dragging me toward his face. I make a little sound of protest, wriggling forward again to make sure I can keep hold on his cock, and I feel him flex underneath me. When I glance over my shoulder, he's hunched forward a little, making up the difference in our sizes. His mouth brushes over my ass cheek, and then a moment later, he's nuzzling at my pussy, spreading my flesh wide for his tongue.