Her tongue glides up the muscles of my stomach, and then Mina straddles me, her hot cunt suddenly pressing against my shaft. "I'm gonna ride you for a bit to get off," she tells me, breathless. "Let me know if that's a problem."
As if I'd have a problem with anything she does. I slide a hand to her hip as she rocks over me, her slave gown pulled up around her waist, and her pussy folds envelop my shaft. She works herself along my throbbing length with little snaps of her hips, rocking over me. "Now," she murmurs, riding me like a goddess under the blanket, "tell me."
Tell her? When my cock is dragging through her folds and she's making those little noises? When she's so wet and fascinating as she rubs up and down my still-turgid length? I watch as the head of my cock peeks through her folds, bumping up against the tuft of curls, and Mina lets out a breathy little gasp.
She puts a hand on my chest, steadying herself as her movements get faster. "Crulden. Scene. Yesterday."
I'm fascinated as she pants, working herself over me. Using me. She's incredible, and I love that I get to watch her seize her own pleasure. "Can I touch you like this?"
"As long as you…talk." Her eyes close and she focuses inward, her lips parting as she rubs up and down, grinding on me.
I remember the little bit that she liked touched—the clit. I carefully reach out and seek it with my thumb, searching through her glossy folds for that spot. I know I find it when Mina clenches tight, her thighs gripping me. I start to rub, trying to remember what she wants me to talk about. Yesterday.
Ah. Diversion.
I stroke my thumb pad over her clit, and she reaches down and adjusts my hand, indicating I should touch next to it, not directly on it. I love when she shows me what she likes. Her nipples are pricks against the thin fabric of her gown, and they jostle against the material. I want to see them, I realize. I want to shove my cock between them and use her like she's using me, and the thought makes my cock twitch with new life. "I saw strangers," I finally remember to say, too fascinated by the female on top of me. She's moving fast now, and I make my movements faster, too. "A male and a female. And a clone. They were escaping."
Mina jerks over me—at first I think it's surprise, and then I realize she's coming. Warmth floods out from her cunt, and she gets my skin all wet and perfumed with her scent, and I groan in pleasure. Her movements slow and Mina sighs, then drapes herself forward over my chest. "Well," she eventually says. "That was a spectacular failure."
My chest seizes. She didn't like that? "It…was?"
"Yeah. We both suck at multitasking."
Oh. I let out a relieved chuckle. "But you…liked everything else?"
She runs a hand over my pectorals, lazily circling one of my nipples. "Of course I did. I love touching you. I wouldn't be on you like a horn dog if I didn't."
I have no idea what a horn dog is but I am glad of it. "I am sorry I could not focus enough to talk."
"Well, we're still under the blankets, even though it's getting a little steamy under here." She glances up at me and smiles. "We still need to talk."
We do. She's not wrong about the steamy, though. Between our heavy breathing and the moisture of our bodies, the air under the blanket feels as thick as the jungle air just before a storm. It reeks of sex and Mina's body and I love it. I want to drink it in forever. I reach out and run my hand over her back, wanting to touch her like she touches me. To just…hold her.
Mina taps on my chest. "Well? You said they were strangers?"
Right. I was supposed to speak. I forget everything when Mina is around. "I saw a male—a strange mesakkah—and his female. They had someone else with them, but I didn't see his face. The female was human. Like you. And she was pregnant. I could smell it in her scent. They were escaping this place."
She goes still against me. "Escaping? How?"
"They were sneaking toward the hangar. I wasn't sure how they were going to escape, but I wanted to help. I thought they might get caught, so I made a diversion. I think they got away, too, because there have been more guards on me." Every time I turn around, there are more a'ani faces watching me.
Mina makes a soft noise. "I was wondering about that. Someone stole one of his ships. Lord Sir's been in a terrible mood. Everyone's tiptoeing around." She touches my chest again. "Did you know them, then? Had you seen them before?"