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)
Still sucking her Goddess Pearl, Vic crooked the two fingers he had inside her tight channel up, to rub the inner wall of her pussy. As he rubbed, he sucked even harder, lashing her sensitive little pearl with his tongue, willing her to come for him—to come hard as he lapped her and rubbed the special spot within.
He was rewarded with a breathless cry and her hips bucking—this time almost violently—as her fingers tightened in his hair, as though she was desperate to hold him in place.
“Ahhh! Oh God, Vic! Please…please!” she gasped. He felt her body tensing as she froze with pleasure, pressed up against his mouth as he continued to taste her.
Vic felt a surge of lust. Coming—she was coming just for him. Gods, it made his shaft so hard to know that! Made him want to bond her to him…
No, he reminded himself sternly. No, you can’t do that. You can’t even try.
At last, with a moan, Torri collapsed back on the bed, panting. Sensing that she’d had enough for the moment, Vic pulled back, licking his lips to get the last of her honey.
“God, Vic,” she gasped, looking down at him with a slightly dazed expression on her lovely face. “That was amazing. I’ve never felt anything like it.”
“I thought you’d had a male taste you before?” Vic said, frowning.
“Well, yes—but not like that. It was like…like you couldn’t get enough.” Her cheeks went pink, as they always did when she was embarrassed. Vic found it adorable and extremely endearing.
“That’s because I can’t get enough of you,” he murmured, licking his lips again. “You taste so good and I love the feel of you coming under my tongue.”
She blushed harder.
“I liked it too—having you taste me, I mean,” she admitted shyly. “You’re really good at it.”
“It’s a Goddess-given gift to know how to give a female pleasure,” Vic told her.
“So are all Kindred men like you? I mean, they really all want and, er, need to go down on their women?” Torri asked.
“Of course.” He nodded. “Why do you ask? Is it really so hard to believe?”
“After my marriage to Chuck and the guys I dated before him, it’s more like a dream come true.” Torri grinned at him. “The women of Earth aren’t going to know what hit them. Seriously, everyone is going to want a Kindred husband!”
“That is our hope,” Vic said seriously. “But first we must call the Mother Ship to fight the Scourge before they can conquer your planet.”
“You’re right—how are we doing so far paying for the repairs?” Torri sat up in bed and looked over her shoulder at the yorn meter. “Oh no—we’re not even halfway there!”
“Don’t worry about it, sweetheart,” Vic murmured. Leaning down, he placed a soft, hot kiss on her inner thigh. “We’ve got the whole night ahead of us and we’re just getting started…”
Forty-Three
Torri lost count of how many times the big Kindred made her come—and how many she made him come in turn. They took turns “tasting” each other and when she felt like she couldn’t take anymore, they would take a break and Vic would just hold her close, caressing her shoulders and back with long, slow strokes as they simply breathed each other in.
It was both the most intensely sensual and sexual experience Torri had ever had and she knew she would never forget it. She opened herself to the big Kindred in ways she had never opened to another man—trusted him with her body completely. She even let him use several of the alien sex toys on her—though she by far preferred his mouth and tongue.
Vic, for his part, couldn’t seem to get enough of licking and tasting her. He seemed to be telling the truth when he said that Kindred males needed to taste their females because he never got tired of it.
Finally though, they were both exhausted from the multiple orgasms they had given each other.
“I need to rest,” Torri whispered as she lay on the vast bed beside him. “I feel like I’ve run a sexual marathon.”
Vic tilted his head up to look at the yorn meter.
“We’re almost there. It should be all right to take a break for a little while. Come here, sweetheart—I want to hold you while we rest.”
Torri snuggled close to him and pillowed her head on his broad chest as they burrowed under the covers together. Mmm, he smelled so good and she felt so warm and safe in his arms! Part of her thought that one or both of them ought to try and have at least one more orgasm, to finish filling the meter. But she felt completely exhausted and besides, they were just going to take a little break.
A few minutes, she told herself sleepily. I’ll just close my eyes and rest for a few minutes. When I wake up, we can finish filling the meter. We’re only a few yorns from the top…