Her nipples are harder than ever, and her clit is so engorged it’s pushing the hood back. She’s shaking with need, rolling her head back and forth.
I can’t deny her. It’s impossible. The doctor will probably chastise me for this when we see him, but my girl needs relief, so I bend over and suck her pussy into my mouth.
She cries out as she stiffens. “Yes…” Her voice is off, raspy. It’s sexy, but it’s not her usual tone. When she whispers, it’s not as noticeable, but when she tries to add volume, I hear it.
I lift my eyes to watch her euphoric expression as I capture her clit between my teeth and flick it with my tongue. My girl’s eyes are glazed over and she has a pleased smile on her lips.
I dip my gaze to her nipples, the hard peaks begging for attention. I’ll never be able to deny my girl pleasure. It’s impossible. Even though I won’t be getting the same relief as her out of this experience, because I absolutely will draw the line at entering her with my cock before the two weeks are up, watching her come is so fucking enjoyable that I almost don’t care about the needs of my cock.
I slide one hand up to capture her breast and pluck her nipple while the other hand comes between her legs so I can thrust a finger into her tight channel. Nothing has been inside her for six months. She’s so tight.
She moans loud enough to shake the roof as I finger her sweet spot.
I probably shouldn’t let my quill down, but I do it anyway. The second I prick her clit, she screams. It’s jarring, and for a moment, I panic, worried I’ve hurt her or gone too far. But then I realize her scream is one of pleasure.
Sara writhes with more strength than I could imagine possible, bucking and tugging as she rides the waves of her orgasm.
I know one is not enough. She has pent-up need that isn’t sated from one orgasm. So I keep suckling, adding a finger, switching to her other nipple and pinching it.
Every time I drag my fingers over the perfect sweet spot inside her, she clenches around my hand. Her noises are a drug, forcing my cock to grow harder and harder while I take solace in her pleasure.
The only thing I don’t do is penetrate her bottom. That seems too invasive for two days after stasis, but apparently I need to speak to the doctor about this premature need she has because if she’s going to beg me to pleasure her often, her ass will most certainly get involved in our play. It’s inevitable.
Her breath hitches, and she stops wiggling right before she cries out my name. “Raevion!”
God, I love hearing my name from her lips in the throes of her release. I will insist she call me Papi most of the time, but when we’re amorous? She can call me Raevion. I like it.
I slowly ease back until I’m doing nothing more than gently petting her pussy and breast. I lift my mouth away from her cunt, licking her juices from my lips. She’s delicious. I’ll neverget enough of her. My need to consume her grows with every passing day. I can’t wait for these two weeks to pass so I can take her all over the damn house in every room and every position.
She’s grinning as she blinks and finally meets my gaze. “Now you.”
Chapter Eleven
Sara
Papi lifts a brow as he reaches for a wet cloth. He says nothing as he cleans my sensitive folds, and his silence continues while he rubs ointment on my pussy and folds a diaper around me.
“Papi…” I plead when he releases my restraints and lifts me into his arms. I love it when he holds me. I love the way he cradles me and nuzzles my neck. I love the smell of him and the feel of his warm skin against mine.
Even after two amazing orgasms, the contact of my breasts against his pecs is enough to send me into a tailspin of need yet again. I’m insatiable.
He carries me to the living room and gently lowers me into the bouncy seat where he sometimes reluctantly places me when he absolutely has to do something that involves both hands—like cooking for himself.
I’m aware if he had his way, he would never set me down even for a moment. But he has to eat, and he occasionally seems to go into a secret room somewhere to eliminate. I don’t graspwhat or how he does it, but I gather it’s not the sort of bathroom we have on Earth.
This time, he tugs the bouncy seat close to the couch where he sits, parting his legs to straddle mine. He sets his elbows on his knees and stares down at me, not touching me.
I squirm. My stupid arms won’t cooperate even though I’d like to reach for him. He’s scaring me. I don’t like this lack of contact. It’s unnerving. “Papi…”
He finally reaches with one hand to tickle my toes. At least he’s smiling. “I probably shouldn’t have done that, Little one. You aren’t in full control of your body.”
“I may not be in control of my body, but I’m in control of my mind, Papi. I wanted it. And now I want to return the favor. If you won’t put your cock in my pussy, at least let me suck it. You know I can suck just fine,” I joke.
He snickers. “Not a chance in hell, Baby girl. Not until you can walk across the room, climb over me, and take my cock out on your own. There is no way I would fuck your mouth until I’m certain you’re fully capable of being in control of the activity.”
I groan.
He lifts a brow. “Listen, sassy girl. I might not let you lick my dick before you’re able to lift your head, but I won’t hesitate to take you over my knees and spank your naughty bottom if you give me cause.”
