Bridget's Bane: A SciFi Alien Romance Page 21

  I can't help but think of lean, beautiful Farli, who is fully sa-khui and has no breasts to speak of. Mine aren't exactly porn tits, but I'm not flat, either. I'm a nice, healthy C cup. A bit too healthy, my mother would have said, because she was proud of her lithe, elegant body. Mine is not lithe or elegant. It's normal, with a bit more flare to the hips than I should probably have thanks to a love of snacks.

  But she's not here, and A'tam is, and he's looking down at me with intense fascination. He glances up at me, a hint of a frown on his face. "Have you always worn that?"

  "Well…yeah." I adjust the band and the knot in the center that holds everything together. "It keeps my boobs from bouncing around under my tunic."

  "Bouncing is bad?"

  I flick a finger against his loincloth. "Should we ask your balls? That's why you wear a loincloth, right?"

  His handsome face lights up in a grin. "No, I wear a loincloth because the females here shriek if we walk about naked. I did not wear such things on the island."

  "Right, right. I keep forgetting." My brain glazes over a bit at the thought of A'tam running around naked, all slicked in sweat. It takes me a moment to remember what we were talking about, and I refocus. "Ah…yeah, the jiggling is a little uncomfortable. My breasts are sensitive."

  That gets his attention. A'tam gives me a hungry look, leaning in and sliding a hand over my bare shoulder. He wants me to lie back down again. I do so, but this time, I'm not relaxed. Every inch of my body is humming with awareness of him, and I want to moan when his big hand plays over my collarbones. "If your teats are sensitive, can I kiss them?"

  I suck in a breath. He's never paid attention to my breasts before, and thinking about Farli makes me wonder if it's not a thing with his people. Maybe they just don't notice that sort of thing? Maybe that's why he was so quick to race through foreplay before? It makes me feel a twinge of guilt at how unfair I've been to him. I'm not ready to go all the way yet, but I'm starting to feel less like he's unreasonable and more like we've both just been talking past each other for the last month.

  I reach up and brush my fingers over his cheek, gazing up at him. Firelight flickers over his face, and he's never looked more handsome. "You can kiss them," I tell him. "I'd like that very much."

  He grins and turns his head, pressing his face against my palm and kissing it. "Good, because I want to do it very much."

  Seems like we're agreed. Before I can say anything, he reaches over to the band and tugs on the knot, undoing it. My tits bounce and then fall free from the binding, and he stares down at them in sheer fascination. My body clenches at his hot gaze and I try not to squirm, because they're just tits. But when my nipples prick with need and he watches them with such an intense gaze, it makes everything in my body heat up another notch. How is it that just him staring at me makes me wildly aroused? The sa-khui and the islanders both are completely casual about nudity. I've seen lots of dicks and balls since arriving, and more buns than a bakery. I know Angie, Harlow, Gail and Liz—and now Veronica—have whipped out a tit to feed a baby. Boobs shouldn't be a new thing for him.

  But something tells me that because they're my boobs, they're special to him…and I like that.

  A'tam holds something out to me…and I realize it's that damn stick. "Right."

  "Do you want me to stop?" he asks immediately, then leans down to kiss me on the mouth.

  I shake my head. "No. I think I'd like for you to touch my breasts." I sound all breathless, like a teenager making out for the first time. In a way, that's how this feels. Like we're learning each other. Like we're starting over. It gives me so much hope.

  Maybe this thing between us isn't broken after all. Maybe we just needed a pause and reset.

  A'tam rests on his side next to me, gazing down at my body. He stares at my breasts with fascination, and I can't tell if it's a good sort of consideration or a bad one. It's like he's figured out some new aspect of me that he has no idea what to do with—kinda like I was when I first saw a spur, I suppose.

  I still think those are overrated.

  My alien mate leans over and presses a light, fluttery kiss between my breasts. It's sweet, but at the same time, it's ever so slightly disappointing. Of all the sensitive places on my body, that isn't one. His mouth is right over where my khui is housed against my heart, thrumming away and singing its desperate song. Do I say something? I don't want him to feel as if I'm demanding that he pleasure me a certain way. He—

  A'tam turns his head and nuzzles my breast, his beard grazing over my skin and his tongue flicking over my nipple.

  And fuck, that is everything. I moan, unable to help myself. I forget all about the stupid secrets stick and bury my hands in his hair, holding him against my breast as he rubs his mouth against my skin and licks my nipple again. "A'tam," I whimper. "Oh."

  "Is this pleasing you?" he asks in a husky voice, but I know he can tell from the sounds I'm making that it absolutely does. "Do you like my mouth on your teats?"

  Fuck me, dirty talk. I never thought I'd be down for something like that, but hearing him talk about my body even as he puts his mouth on it? It gets me incredibly turned on. I writhe on the furs, feeding my breast against his teasing lips, pushing the nipple against his mouth. "Yes. God, yes."

  He groans and plumps my breast, feeding the nipple into his hungry mouth. "You are so soft here," he tells me. "So soft, but these little teats have such hard tips. Are they sensitive?"

  "Yes!"

  "Does this feel good?" He drags his tongue over the aching tip of one in the most lascivious way and my pussy feels as if it's scorching with heat. "Do you want more of these kisses?"

  I moan, utterly lost. In response, I tighten my grip on his thick hair and pull him to my other breast, watching in aroused fascination as he teases the nipple to an aching point and then sucks on it. My pulse feels as if it's throbbing directly between my legs, and I'm so turned on that I can't even think straight. All I can think about is where A'tam's mouth should go next. He moves between both breasts, teasing and sucking on one nipple and then moving back to the other so it won't feel neglected.

  He pinches one, using his thumb to toy with the peak, and I pant out his name. "A'tam," I manage. "Feels…so good."

  "Do you want me to make you come, my mate?" His mouth is on my breast before I can respond, his hand going to the front of my leggings. He tongues my nipple and then looks up at me without lifting his head, and the sight of my nipple on his tongue is the most erotic thing I've ever seen. He flicks it and then speaks again. "Do you want me to make you come, or do you want more kisses?"

  My hips arch, his words making me crazy. "I want to come. Please, I want to come."

  His eager hands tug at my leggings, hiking them down my hips even as he presses more kisses to my skin. I'm too far gone to be shy, and when he pulls my leggings off, revealing my full body, all I feel is a sense of relief. Now, finally, I'll get that bone-deep orgasm I crave so badly. I part my legs slightly in anticipation, but A'tam only settles his chest between them and goes back to licking and teasing my breasts.

  My sounds of protest turn into a moan, and I wriggle underneath him as he tongues my skin, fanning the flames of my need.

  "Use your secrets stick," he tells me between sloppy, erotic kisses on my breasts. His tongue is everywhere, and I love seeing it skate over my skin. "Tell me what you want."

  I whimper again. "Between my legs," I tell him. "Just touches. Nothing else. Not your—"

  "Not my cock," he agrees, kissing my belly. "I know." Instead, he raises up on his elbows and nuzzles at my breasts again. Even as he does, something hard and warm and slightly bendy slithers between my thighs.

  His tail.

  A'tam leans in and nips at one over-sensitized nipple even as the tip of his tail flashes up and down the dripping heat of my folds. "Like that?"

  It feels good, but it's not quite enough. "Deeper," I tell him. "Deeper."

  In the next moment, his hand is there, guid
ing his tail between my folds. It runs up and down them, wet and distracting, and he rubs it against my clit even as he clasps my nipple with his lips and attacks my breasts with renewed enthusiasm.

  I let out a needy whine, the breath exploding from me as he presses his tail against my clit. The hard, slender length of it rubs up and down in my folds, skimming over my skin and rubbing ever so lightly against all the most sensitive parts. It's nothing I've ever felt before and I work my hips frantically in time with his tail's movements, desperate to come. "Please," I whimper, over and over again. "Please, A'tam."

  He rubs his face between my breasts and I can feel his fingers seeking between my thighs. He finds my clit. "Here?"

  "Yes!" I cry out with a sob. "Yes! Right there!" And when he starts to rub, it's such a relief that my entire body clenches up. I come with a cry, my body quaking, my pussy flooding with my release as he teases a hard-wrung orgasm out of me. He doesn't stop the moment I crest, either. Instead, he keeps going, his fingers insistent as he rubs and worries my clit, until I let out a shuddering breath and push his hands away.

  The look he gives me is one of pure male pride in having pleasured his woman.

  A'tam buries his face against my neck and breathes in deep. "Your scent is all over the furs now. This makes me happy."

  I giggle because it's such a weird thing to say. I slide my arms around him, snuggling close. Good god, I feel amazing. My khui is still humming, but that sense of urgency has been sated for the moment. All that's left is a drowsy sort of easiness. "You want my scent on the furs? Wasn't it there last night?"

  "The scent of your cunt."

  Oh. Blushing, I slide a hand between my thighs and cringe just a little at how very wet I am. Definitely making a bit of a mess on the furs, though it sounds like that's exactly what A'tam wants. As if he's reading my mind, his tail glides between my thighs again and teases at my folds. I press my hand over it, stopping him. "Naughty. Give me a moment to breathe."

  He laughs against my neck, pressing hot kisses there. His hands roam all over my naked body, moving back to my breasts and toying with my nipples even as I try to relax. "Do you have the stick?" he asks between teasing little nips at my throat. "Pick it up and tell me what you liked. What I did wrong. Talk to me."

  The stick? Do we really need it in this moment? I just want to keep cuddling, though it's clear A'tam is still feeling hungry for more. He sucks on my neck, so hard that I'm sure I'm going to have a hickey in the morning. I bite back a little moan and roll toward him, because the stick is under my leg. As I do, I feel the hot, throbbing heat of him against my skin. Oh. At some point, A'tam took off his loincloth. He's erect and enormous, the head slick with pre-cum, and as he makes out with my neck, I realize he still needs more.

  I've been completely and utterly satisfied, but he hasn't. "A'tam." I put a hand on his cheek. "Are you…I thought…"

  "I know." He squeezes me against him, tightly, and goes still. No more roaming hands, no more hungry kisses on my neck and jaw. "We are stopping there. This I promise you. I just wanted to give you pleasure tonight." He lifts his head and gives me a rueful look. "I find it hard to stop touching you, though. Give me a moment to compose myself."

  I run my hands along his spine, loving the feel of him cuddled against me. His big body is all hard angles and firm musculature, but laying like this together…it's nice. I give him a minute, running my hand through his long, tangled hair. "Better?"

  His khui answers me first, the purr of it deafening in the small hut.

  Despite myself, I giggle.

  "I need a moment more," A'tam mutters. He shifts against me, his cock pressing against my hip. It feels…enormous. Enormous, and not even slightly at ease. It's clear that whatever he's doing to calm his body isn't really working for him. As if confirming his thoughts, he presses his mouth against my shoulder. "Distract me. Talk to me."

  I set the stick down on my stomach. "Um. You asked me what I liked and what I didn't. I liked everything." I feel like the shyest, silliest woman in the world as I admit that out loud. "Everything was wonderful. Thank you."

  "What was different this time?" he asks. "I want to know so I can do better."

  Oh. Such directness makes me squirm again. I touch the wand, trying to gather courage from it. I don't think I've ever told a lover what he did right in bed in specifics. Generalities, sure. A “that was great, baby” or two and that's it. But saying specifically what I liked? It's surprisingly hard. I swallow, take a deep breath, and do my best, because I know A'tam is trying and I want to try, too. "I liked…all the kissing. I really like kissing a lot. I find it a turn on. And…when you played with my breasts…I liked that, too." I think about his tail, rubbing between my folds and teasing my clit, and my face feels like it's on fire. "I liked the tail stuff too. That was sexy."

  He groans, his cock twitching against my leg. "I think perhaps I should have waited to ask. I am very happy I could please you, but…the rest of me is a little too happy."

  I'm filled with such affection for him. My heart feels as if it's swelling with love. I kiss his forehead and wrap my arms tight around him. It draws his head back toward my breasts again, his horns stabbing at my chin, but I ignore them, just as I ignore the stick that falls back into the furs.

  A'tam groans, burying his face between my boobs. "I will move away in just a moment. I promise."

  "Not any better?" I ask, stroking his hair.

  He shakes his head. "It is all right. I can go find a private spot and tug on my cock until it behaves. I do not wish for you to feel as if we have to do more tonight." He kisses the tops of my breasts. "Sharing this with you tonight has made me so happy, my mate. We will take as long as you need." He looks up at me and I see nothing but truth in his eyes. He really does want to ignore his own needs until he's positive I'm comfortable and happy with things. He wants me to enjoy sex.

  My heart swells again. This is all I've ever wanted, isn't it? Just to have him understand where I'm coming from?

  Well, that's not entirely true. Good sex from the beginning would have been ideal, but I'll take this. I want to kiss him all over again, but that won't help his situation.

  But…I know what will.

  I slide a finger down his arm in a light, flirty tease. "You said you were going to go outside and tug on things for a bit?"

  He grunts. "As soon as I can move without spilling."

  I trace one of his nipples with my fingertip. "Want me to do the tugging for you?"

  A'tam looks up, utterly astonished. "You…what?"

  "I can touch you," I tell him in a soft voice. I run a fingertip over the full curve of his lower lip. It's unfair that a man should have such a pretty, pouty mouth, it really is. And those lashes. Fucking unfair as hell. "I can make you come. Use my hands, just like you used yours on me. If you want that, of course. If not, I understand."

  A'tam stares down at me. "You would do that…for me?"

  "Well, I'm sure as shit not going to do it for anyone else," I tell him, amused. "O'jek can tug on his own fucking cock. And I'rec can jump into the ocean for all I care."

  "They do not get to touch you, ever," he growls, rolling me onto my back. There's a wild, possessive look on his face as he looms over me, searching my expression. "You…truly wish to do this for me? You do not feel anxious?"

  Anxious about this? Not in the slightest. Nothing is going to be hammered into a too-small space. "I'd love to touch you," I tell him softly. "You gave me pleasure. Why can't I do the same for you?"

  He looks torn. "Because you did not like my cock."

  I bite my lip, feeling guilty. "I can't apologize for how I felt, A'tam. I still feel like that. It wasn't enjoyable for me at all." I caress his face, stroking his beard. "But I know now you didn't mean to hurt me or make me feel bad. We just weren't listening to each other. We've resonated, and no matter how I feel about that moment, resonance wants more from us. Even without resonance, I can't turn off how I feel about you. So…if you c
ome with an oversized cock, I need to figure out how to deal with it and make things enjoyable for both of us." I smile up at him. "It can't all just be about me."

  A'tam presses against my hand, nipping at my thumb. "It can be for a while. I do not mind waiting until you are ready." He leans down and kisses the tip of my nose. "I have to get this right, my fierce little kaari, because I do not want to lose you again."

  It's his sweetness that clinches it for me. He made me feel so good—twice now—all without taking anything for himself. I believe him when he says he wants things to be perfect for me and he doesn't want to take anything for himself. It makes me want to touch him all the more. I slide my hand to the back of his neck and pull him in for a kiss.

  He makes a hungry sound, his mouth hot and urgent on mine. For a moment, I'm lost in the kiss, dazed with need. It builds inside me again, my khui starting its incessant hum once more. If we keep kissing like this, I'm going to forget all about pleasuring him and just take my own again, like a selfish, greedy thing.

  Greedy I might be, but I also want A'tam to come. I want him to get the release he deserves after making it so good for me. So I pull back, panting, and nudge at his chest. "Go on your back for me," I whisper.

  A'tam growls low, nipping one last time at my mouth, and then flops onto his back, the motion slightly petulant, as if he's angry that he's being deprived of my mouth.

  It really is adorable, and it makes me love him all the more.

  My breath catches as I realize it—I love A'tam. I love him even when he's arrogant, I love him when he's childish, I love him when he's sweet and giving and wonderful. I love him when he smiles at me, when he talks up a storm, and I love the quiet moments in my pottery cave, when he says nothing but is simply there to keep me company. Being with him is the best part of this crazy new adventure on an ice world…and I want to share every moment with him. "I love you," I tell him.

  The look he gives me is a mixture between puzzlement and impatience. "Of course?"