Total pages in book: 118
Estimated words: 110492 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 552(@200wpm)___ 442(@250wpm)___ 368(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 110492 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 552(@200wpm)___ 442(@250wpm)___ 368(@300wpm)
As long as he lived—which could be centuries due to his time spent in stasis—he knew he would never forget the sight of his beautiful little female sucking him as the golden sunlight of Earth poured into the room.
“Oh, Gods, Torri—coming,” he groaned and felt the pressure that had been building in his balls finally release as he spurted his seed.
Vic had come before, on occasion, but it was more like a physical reflex than an act of pleasure. This time, it was all about pleasure—the pleasure of having a beautiful woman he cared for taking him in her mouth and hands—the pleasure of watching her watch him as the orgasm overtook him.
In that moment he was completely vulnerable as he never had allowed himself to be before. He spent himself totally as she continued to lick and suck him lovingly in the morning light.
And he knew he would never forget her.
Thirty-Four
Torri surprised herself by being willing to swallow—which had never been something she’d done with a lover before, not even Chuck when their marriage had been in good shape.
But Vic’s precum had a unique flavor she really liked—sweet and salty at the same time. It had a deliciously addictive quality that kept her coming back for more. So when he warned her he was about to come, she didn’t want to stop sucking.
At the first, hot spurt across her tongue, she swallowed reflexively. Mmm, his come tasted even better than his precum! It had a creaminess she really enjoyed. Human men tended to have slimy, slippery seed that made you want to gag. But Vic’s was like melted salted caramel ice cream—smooth and salty sweet and absolutely delicious.
God, I could get addicted to this, she thought as she continued to suck and swallow while he groaned her name and stroked her hair. It was so sexy to watch his big, muscular body go tense as he came for her—came in her mouth.
It was a good thing she liked the taste of his come, because there was a lot of it. Apparently the Kindred produced a lot more seed than human males and he seemed to come forever.
At last, though, Vic finished. Panting, he looked down and stroked a strand of hair out of her face.
“Thank you, sweetheart,” he murmured, his deep voice hoarse with pleasure and gratitude. “That was…beyond anything I have ever imagined.”
“You never imagined getting a blowjob before?” Torri asked, amused. He must be the only guy in the universe that had never had that particular fantasy, she thought. But she loved the fact that she had been his first and that he had enjoyed it so much. She stared up at him, smiling at the contented expression on his face.
Vic loved the way she was looking at him.
“I have thought of tasting a female, but I never imagined a female tasting me,” he admitted. “Your mouth and hands on me feel wonderful.”
“Now you know how I felt last night.” Torri smiled at him, though he thought her expression was a little sad, too. “I just wanted to give you something to remember me by,” she whispered. “You know, since this is our last day together.”
“You didn’t have to give me something to make me remember our time together—I could never forget you.” Vic reached down to cup her cheek. “You’re so beautiful with the morning light bathing you like this,” he murmured. “I’ll keep this memory of you in my heart forever.”
“Oh, Vic…” Suddenly she was in his arms, her face buried in his chest. “I wish we had more time,” she whispered. “I don’t want you to go back to sleep so I never get to see you again.”
“I wish we had more time too. But taking a bride isn’t my function,” he murmured, stroking her hair. “I am a scout—it is my sole purpose for being.”
“I know. I’m just going to miss you so much.” She gave a little sob, then seemed to make an effort to rein in her emotions. “I’m sorry—I don’t want to waste our last day being sad. Are you hungry?”
Vic nodded.
“I could eat,” he admitted, though to be honest, he wasn’t looking forward to more Earth cuisine. It was mostly bland and badly seasoned—though he wouldn’t say that, for fear of hurting Torri’s feelings.
“Good.” She smiled and swiped at her eyes. “Then let’s get up and see if we can find anything for breakfast. Come on.”
Vic returned her smile but his own feelings echoed the sadness in her eyes. For once in his long, long life, he wished he was something other than what he was. He wished he was a real Kindred and not just a scout.
But wishing could not make things so. With a sigh, he followed her to the kitchen.
Thirty-Five
Nana had always kept a well-stocked kitchen and even though she had been gone for months, there was still a lot to work with. The flour in the air-tight canister was still fresh and there was bacon in the freezer and Nana’s own canned cinnamon apples in the pantry.