He turns and our faces are dangerously close. His stunning turquoise eyes are locked on mine as a raw and hot tension passes between us. His lips are within kissing distance and I’m tempted, God am I tempted, but it seems disrespectful over the body of the dead animal.
I turn away with my chest heaving and my face flushed with heat, desire running through me like an unstoppable train. I swallow hard as I stand up and leave him to prepare our lunch.
What is wrong with you?
I wonder that as I turn back to him, stroking my throat as I watch him work. He’s not even my species. How could I be attracted to him?
But look at those back muscles.
How could I not?
***
It’s the moment that I’ve been waiting for. Bath time.
We stop in the late afternoon at a crystal clear river. I can see the tiny fish lazily swimming along the bottom over the small rocks. It looks like it’s straight out of an LSD hallucination with the gorgeous colorful trees swaying at the shore and the weird looking birds with the horns on their heads, floating down the river’s soft current.
Pontuck has no hesitation. He just drops his loincloth on the ground and dives in. I get a quick glimpse of his hard ass before he disappears under the water.
I’m not as much of an exhibitionist so I quickly strip down to my bra and underwear while he’s swimming below the surface. I jump in, letting myself sink to the bottom of the cool, refreshing water. Fuck, this feels good.
I stay there, sitting on the cold rocks, shaking my hands into my hair to get out all of the dirt, caked on mud, and God knows what else from out of it. I wish I could stay down here forever where it’s peaceful and calm and nothing wants to eat me, but my lungs start burning so I’m forced to swim back up to the surface.
My head pops out of the river and I tread water as I take in a beautiful breath of air. “Ew,” I say, swimming away as I see oil and dirt floating around me. I was even dirtier than I thought.
Pontuck pops out of the water beside me and I let out a gasp. His dark blue hair is out of the bun and is draped down over his muscular shoulders. He looks different with his hair down. Equally good looking but different.
I don’t know why but I have to touch it. He closes his eyes as I sink my hand into his hair and let it glide through my fingers. It’s softer than my hair or any other human hair that I’ve ever touched. It’s like silk.
“Your hair is so soft,” I say, touching it again. He lets out a groan in response. “I’m actually kind of jealous.”
His sparkling turquoise eyes match the color of the refreshing water. He lowers them and frowns when he sees that I’m still wearing my underwear.
“Why are you not naked?” he asks, tilting his head in wonder. “It is time to bathe.”
I glance down through the clear water and gulp when I see his long package floating between us. This time it doesn’t scare me off. This time it makes my breath quicken and my skin flush. My fingers tingle with the desire to reach out and touch it.
I’ve only had sex twice and both times were nothing to write to Playgirl about. But something tells me that with Pontuck it would be different. He looks at me with such intense desire and his body would definitely be fun to explore with my hands, lips, and tongue. He is a work of art if you don’t mind the blue skin, which I don’t. It’s actually kind of sexy.
“Take off your strange animal skins,” he says, running his large hand through his silky hair, giving me a flash of his flexed tricep. “Bathing time is different than mating time. It’s two different things.”
I don’t know why, but he’s starting to make a lot of sense. I can’t deny any longer that I’m attracted to him and for some reason I really want him to see my body. All of it.
I reach behind my back with trembling hands and unclasp my bra. I always hated showing off my small breasts. They look so ridiculous with my large chest muscles but with Pontuck I can’t help but feel that it will be okay.
Both of us are holding our breaths as I slide the bra down my arm, revealing my perky nipples. Pontuck doesn’t take his eyes off of them. His heated eyes are fixated on my breasts as his chest surges up and down, making little waves run away from him. A smile creeps across my face as I glance down into the water between us and I see his cock hardening.
This time I don’t hold myself back. I reach forward and stroke it with my hand, making him groan. His strong hands grip my waist and I let him hold me up in the water with his strong kicking legs.
He lifts me out of the water up to my stomach and his lips and tongue are on my breasts at once, licking and nipping at my tingling nipples. “Oh,” I moan as the electric sensation increases, making my swollen buds even harder. This is not normal but it feels so good. It almost makes me forget the huge cock in my hand.