It’s still bright enough in the cave that I’m feeling self-conscious so I try to close my legs a little but Turic isn’t having any of it. He yanks my legs back open and flashes me a look that warns me not to try that again. God, he’s fucking hot!
He dips his head down and I climb up on my elbows in a panic. “Wait, what are you do-Oh, my God!”
His silky tongue glides through my folds trembling my legs and making me gasp. I scratch my nails along the solid rock under me as he reaches my throbbing clit, flicking it with strong forceful licks.
It’s insane.
His magical tingling saliva feels like a thousand tiny vibrators hitting my aching clit all at the same time. I don’t know how to handle the sensation so I just lay there stiff with gritted teeth and trembling knees as he dips back down and licks me again.
Fuuuuccck.
I can’t scream his name. I can’t even breathe.
His grip is so strong, pulling my knees and keeping my legs splayed open in case I would dare move them. Like I would ever fucking do that again.
“Jesus, Turic,” I whimper as he slides his tongue in deep. The tingling makes its way up my channel, shaking me to my core. “Where have you been all my life?”
He doesn’t answer. He just keeps licking.
Long, slow licks that make my heart pound. My whole pussy is humming and tingling, and I start writhing my hips against his mouth.
He likes that and he just eats me out even harder.
“Oh, Turic,” I moan as I arch my back and squeeze my breasts. “This pussy is yours from now on, big guy.” How can I go back to boring old men after this? I can’t. I won’t.
I’m Turic’s sex slave now.
Forever.
My hips start to buck uncontrollably and I scream out his name. The tingling of his saliva just gets more intense with every lick and the sensation of it on my clit is making my entire body quake.
When it comes, it fucking comes. The orgasm is, oh fuck I can’t even explain it. Pure. Fucking. Bliss.
Turic doesn’t let up. He doesn’t want to stop and it takes every trembling muscle in my body to push him away. I curl up in a fetal position as the orgasm thunders through me, every inch of my pussy still tingling in heavenly ecstasy.
Fuck. Fuck.
Faaaaaccck.
I’m breathing like an asthmatic after climbing the Empire State Building. “What the fuck?” I gasp as I turn to him. What the fuck was that?
I wasn’t aware that my body was capable of feeling such pleasure.
Turic is watching me with a look of smug satisfaction on his sexy face. I put my hands up and give him a weak little clap. He fucking deserves it after that performance.
His dick is still hard and ready but there’s no way. I can’t.
He’s just going to have to wait.
I drop my head back down on the rock, still curled up like a helpless baby.
He moves over me like a shadow and wraps his protective arms around me in a warm embrace. He kisses my shoulder gently and just holds me, not rushing me, not giving me a guilt trip.
He just holds me as he lets me enjoy the tingling and the warmth of the orgasm as it still washes through my body.
I inch closer to him, feeling his muscular chest on my back. This moment is just, perfect.
“What’s going on in there?” Tin Tom calls out from outside of the cave. “Can I come in and join you? Please, earthling woman. Can I join you?”
Well, almost perfect.
ten
“This is so hard,” I say, throwing my hands up in frustration. “It’s going to take freaking forever to learn this language.”
We’ve been walking all morning after another very satisfying night and the communication barrier is starting to get to me. I love hearing Turic grunt in my ear at night but during the day when we’re trying to communicate, it gets pretty frustrating.
“Why don’t you use a portable linguistic decipher attachment?” Tin Tom asks.
“A what?” I ask, raising my eyebrows.
“A portable linguistic decipher attachment,” he repeats. “Once embedded behind the ear you will be able to commence speaking the Roka native tongue. It will greatly facilitate communication.”
I make a show of checking my empty pockets. “I must have left my decipher thingy in my other shorts,” I say sarcastically as I shake my head.
Tin Tom just blinks. “That’s unfortunate,” he answers in a crackling voice. “Let Tom know if you would like to use one of his.”
My mouth drops. “What? You have one?”
“Of course,” the frustrating garbage can answers. “I am a communication robot. I am equipped with over one hundred units.”
A panel opens up on his side and a tray slides out with a tiny black circle that’s the size of a pill.
I just stare at it in shock.
“Situate it behind your ear and it will translate your language.”
My pulse races as I snatch it up. It’s so light and smooth. Just a tiny black circle. That’s it.
“Okay.” My heart is pounding as I stick it behind my ear. “Like thi-”
Jesus! Tingling vibrations rip through my head like someone is holding my head against an old wobbly clothes dryer. It doesn’t hurt. It actually feels kind of good. Shocking and unexpected, but good.