She takes a deep, shuddering breath, her eyes locked on mine. Her gaze slides to my mouth, and then she bites her lip. A moment later, her hand steals past mine where it rests on her belly, and I glance down. With hesitant, achingly shy movements, she slips her finger between her folds and then begins to gently rub the thing she calls a clit.
The hood of her cunt hides her from my view, so I use my fingers to pull the lips of her folds apart so I can watch her touch herself. Piper gasps at my touch, shivering, but her fingers move faster on that delicate pink pebble. She’s not touching it, I realize, but touching the skin around it, as if it’s too sensitive for her to touch directly. She circles it with small, delicate touches, and then dips her finger lower, into the entrance of her core, and spreads a bit of wetness over it. Her breathing becomes rapid, and when I look up from watching her, I notice she’s watching me. Her eyes are locked on mine, her lips parted as she touches herself.
It’s the most keffing arousing thing I’ve ever seen.
I lift my hand and brush my knuckles over her cheek, petting her, touching her, loving the way she watches me as she works that tiny little nub between her thighs. “That’s the way,” I murmur to her, stroking her soft skin. “Are there other parts of pretty humans that are sensitive?” I ask, gliding my fingers down her neck and towards those enticing tits of hers. They’re prominent, rounded and bouncy and wholly foreign to me. My people are lean and muscular all over, and our females are flat unless they’re nursing. Even then, they’re not as rounded as these little globes that jiggle enticingly on her chest with every movement. I’m fascinated by them, by the swells of them rising from her ribs, by the hard, deep pink tips that point up at the sky.
She doesn’t answer me, but there’s an aching yearning in her eyes, and her panting grows harder. Her hand works furiously between her thighs, rubbing as she watches me.
Boldly, I cup one bare breast and drag my thumb over the tip. It’s hard and erect, but somehow manages to still be soft and pettable. Piper lets out a hungry little cry of need when I touch her nipple, and so I keep rubbing it, murmuring soft words to her as she strokes her cunt and pleasures herself.
There’s a wet sound, the telling squelch of slick skin, and Piper’s cheeks turn bright red. Her gaze flicks away from mine and her movements stop, her breathing ragged.
Fascinated, I touch her between her thighs and find that she’s damp now, her cunt giving up some of its juices. “There we go,” I murmur. “Why’d you stop?”
She just buries her face against my arm, as if embarrassed.
“Ah, I get it,” I tease, unable to resist. “It’s my turn and you want to save the best for me, yes?”
Piper sucks in a breath.
I drag my fingers over her folds, easing the tip of one into her core and teasing her. She’s achingly hot inside, and so tight that she grips my finger with her walls. I’ve never felt anything like that, and I’m eager to be inside her and feel that wet, warm clench around my cock. Except…I need to see more from Piper. She’s wet, but I want her to be soaking for me. I want her so ready for sex that her cunt’s making loud, sloppy noises as I thrust my fingers into her, and we’re not there yet.
The human squirms, panting, as I glide my finger into her channel, working it back and forth. I’m preparing her for my much larger cock, but I’m also making sure that she doesn’t have any other strange anatomy I should be aware of. Mesakkah females have a sensitive spot deep inside the cunt, but so far all my touches are just making her watch me with a worried gaze. I pull my hand free and taste her on my skin. Ah, kef me, she’s delicious. Warm and musky and like nothing I’ve ever tasted before.
She gasps as I taste her on my hand, and it makes me want to do more. I slide farther down on the bed and push her thighs apart. “Shall we see what happens when I put my mouth on you?”
I expect her to protest.
She whimpers, and her hips flex, ever so slightly. Ah, my pretty female likes that idea.
Grinning, I move between her spread thighs like the deviant I am. Those that adhere strictly to Homeworld’s sanitary laws would cringe, but I’m not one of them. I like the taste of her and I like the feel of her skin against mine. I don’t care how many sanitary laws I break, just as long as I get her soaked and hungry with need.