“Get up on your knees.”
His voice barely penetrated. Lexi’s mind no longer functioned. Her body had taken over, screaming wordless cravings to her brain.
He smacked her again, harder. “On your knees.”
The sharp sting broke through the fog in her mind. She scooted her knees forward, lifted her body. When she started to get on all fours, he pushed her head back down. “No. I want your pussy and your ass in the air for me. Now spread your legs.”
When his tongue ran down the crack of her ass, she thought she’d die of embarrassment. But it was wickedly arousing to know he could see and touch and taste her everywhere while she was powerless to resist.
He licked her tight rear opening, then grabbed her hips, angled them up and rammed his tongue into her pussy. Lexi closed her eyes and gave way to the thrilling sensations pouring through her. He stopped suddenly, and she moaned. The moan became a wild cry when he replaced his tongue with his cock, hot and hard again.
He dug his fingers into her hips, held her in place as he pumped in and out. Every time his body ground against her ass, the sting his palm had ignited sent a blast of heat straight to her pussy. Lexi rocked back to meet his thrusts, take him deeper. He took one hand off her hip, slid it under her, and stroked her clit.
She exploded, her screams echoing off the walls of the grotto. Ayron gave one final thrust then held her until her body stopped trembling. His cock was still hard when he withdrew.
Later, lying in his arms, she got up on one elbow and looked into his eyes.
“What is it, my little Earther?”
“A little while ago, when…when you…”
He smiled. “When I fucked you?”
“Yes. You didn’t achieve gratification. But you seemed to enjoy the act.”
“I did enjoy it. Hearing your cries, feeling your pussy clench around my cock when you came… I achieved a different kind of gratification knowing I’d brought you so much pleasure. One equally satisfying.” He stroked her hair. “When I was a young man, I’d have climaxed too. But now I don’t need to come every time to enjoy having sex.”
Lexi cocked her head. “Prolonging the act, achieving satisfaction multiple times, engaging in it without gratification – this is all so new to me.”
“Your imaginary lover with his ‘probe’ — he didn’t make you come over and over, screaming louder every time?”
She shook her head. “I was taught the quest for multiple orgasms is an unnecessary, old-fashioned concept. A time-consuming distraction from our duties. Back home, a single climax met my physical needs for approximately three weeks.”
“And your emotional needs?” He tilted her face up to meet his eyes. “Did you never ache to be held, to be caressed? To be tasted?” His voice deepened. “I enjoyed being tasted earlier. And you seemed to enjoy being tasted too.”
“I did. I do. And I…I enjoyed the taste of you.” Lexi was uncomfortable speaking so frankly. At the same time, she relished the freedom. People on Iridia believed their bodies were meant to give and receive pleasure in so many ways. Luxuriating in warm herbal baths, twirling around a bonfire to the primitive beat of drums. She’d seen dreamy smiles on the faces of women suckling infants at their breasts, deriving another kind of pleasure from the ancient custom.
Days passed, one flowing into another. They swam in the pool, explored the flower grotto again. Ayron taught her to make stew from dried narliphant meat and some colorful fungi they found, simmering them together over a fire they built with branches lying on the ground under the trees.
Lexi had never seen dead branches before. On Earth, genetically engineered plants and trees grew to a predetermined height and maintained their foliage. Long before their life cycle ran out, they were replaced with new specimens raised in one of the greenhouses. People were never exposed to the upsetting concept of death, not even the death of a plant.
But her favorite times were the hours they spent exploring each other. Lexi discovered Ayron could turn any part of her body into an erogenous zone using his hands and his lips and his tongue. She overcame her shame at being naked in front of him, reveled in the way his eyes darkened with lust when she teased him and ran her hands over her breasts or down between her legs. Ayron introduced her to her nearly endless capacity for achieving gratification.
In the grotto, Lexi discovered the joy of being intimate with another human being. Not just sexual intimacy. At night, lying in his arms and gazing up at the glowing stones overhead, she talked about her hopes and dreams and fears. Ayron listened. And he in turn shared secrets from his soul.
She discovered making him laugh could be as satisfying as making him moan. She loved the moments when his eyes sparkled and the grief over his lost mate and their child eased long enough for him to enjoy life again.
He left her alone on the fifth day and went back to the entrance of the cave to check on the weather. Lexi waited anxiously for him to return, hoping he’d say conditions were still too dangerous to risk traveling.
When he came back, it was as though the glimpse of the outside world had torn him away from her. He spoke very little, busied himself with preparing their meal and packing what little remained of their supplies.
Ayron told Lexi to get some rest. He said they’d leave when sunlight on the cave wall disappeared and travel through the night. He seemed so distant, it was as though he’d already left her in spirit and only the empty shell of his body remained.
Lexi lay down on the cloak they’d used as a bed, turned her back on him, and did her best to stifle her tears. When she opened her eyes, Ayron knelt beside her.
“It’s time to get up. I’ve made us something to eat and then we need to go.”
She sat up, rubbed her eyes furiously to wipe away any sign of tears. If he could be matter-of-fact about their interlude together coming to an end, so could she.
