“Piper.” He moans above me.
“Okay?” I ask tentatively as my hand continues to explore him. “Good?” I repeat when I don't get an answer.
He grunts an affirmative and seems to be trying his hardest to hold still while I touch him.
His skin is soft and pliable in my grip. I stroke him gently, letting myself explore him. Enjoying the way his prehensile dick follows me. It pulses against my palm a fascinating gentle vibration.
"Amazing." I lean forward and squeeze him slightly and giggle with glee.
“Piper.” He pulls back and, with a small shudder, his aedeagus sucks back into his body, the claspers folding neatly over his torso. Disappointment at its disappearance overwhelms me.
“Sorry. Sorry, for laughing.”
“Don’t be sorry for enjoying yourself.” His face seems impossibly sad.
I can’t believe I’m ruining this. “I didn’t mean to laugh.”
“You aren’t bothered by it?” He cuts me off.
7
PIPER
“Bothered?” I laugh. “No way! It’s not exactly what I expected, but I think we’ll make it work.”
His face warps. “Humans haven’t always…responded well.”
“Those humans were dickheads,” I say without thinking, running my hands over his fuzzy thighs.
He leans forward to kiss me again. This time he is sweet and soft, real gratitude coming through in the kiss. There's patience and compassion. He takes his time, not moving his attention from my mouth for a long moment. Until I am finally squirming and eager for something more. I wrap my arms around his neck, trying to pull him closer, until he finally breaks the contact of our mouths.
“Where have you been all my life?” he murmurs.
I laugh and, without thinking, roll my eyes.
“What did I say about rolling your eyes?” he menaces.
“Well, I’m naked now. What are you going to do to me?” I stick my tongue out at him.
“Whatever I want.” He moves to straddle my thighs and snatches my glasses from my nose.
“Hey!” I yelp.
He dips his face into my neck, and nuzzles until I am giggling and writhing under him. He switches to gentle kisses, then moves to light licking and sucking until I am breathless and writhing. His hands return to my breasts making me gasp and lean into him. I reach up, tracing a hand along his cheek, and running my fingers through the soft fuzz on his face. Nothing I do hurries him. He explores me slowly and thoroughly like he needs to memorize every part of me. Lighting little fires on every inch of skin that he touches. The sides of my breasts, the curve of my stomach, all the way down to the strip of skin where my thighs touch.
“Be a good girl, and spread your legs for me.” His voice is low and dangerous again.
Embarrassment washes through me briefly.
“Show me that perfect pussy.” He growls.
I couldn’t possibly disobey that order. Cool air hits me when I let my thighs fall apart. It's a level of vulnerability that I'm not used to.
"Good girl," he says without taking his eyes off of me.
The words take the edge off of how exposed I feel. His hands stroke up and down the inside of my thighs reverently, like he cannot believe his luck. I giggle when the fur of his cheek tickles along my inner thigh, and he doubles down on the movement, pulling a gasp from my lips when his tongue traces the same sensitive spot. A single finger strokes up and down my folds, finding the wetness in the center and dragging it all over me until his finger reaches my clit and he circles it over and over.
I groan loudly, and then his tongue latches onto my clit and he sucks.
