Page 15 of No Strings Attached (Mated Fates #1)
Bobby took them out into slightly deeper water where they both stood, facing each other and unsure what to do. Eventually he said, “Tell me how to touch you for pleasure. I’ve wanted to since we cleaned the blood off you in the cage room. It was so…intimate. I’ve never had such an intimate experience.”
Vi smiled at him and stepped towards him, “Let’s just have some fun discovering those places on each other.” She reached forward and ran her fingernails behind his ear, down the side of his neck, and across his chest, marveling at how soft his fur was. She really was going to enjoy sliding her naked skin across it. She said, “Humans usually start with kissing, but I’m not sure if our mouths will fit together well enough to try that.”
“Try. Show me,” Bobby said thickly.
She put her lips on his short muzzle, slightly parted, while he stood perfectly still. She extended her tongue and brushed it across his mouth with the barest touch. He gasped then returned her brush with his own tongue, grazing it along her bottom lip, and Vi felt her pulse between her legs. When his tongue met hers, at first tentative and then bolder, the pulse became a demanding throb. He really, really did something for her. The kiss deepened, and they both started to grow breathless.
Bobby pulled away from her, eyes wide in shock, and said, “Vi! I need to look between your legs, now!”
“Uh, what? I mean, OK,” she sputtered.
He dropped below the surface of the water, pulled her legs apart, and spread her folds. Then he quickly swam around behind her, stood up, and lifted her with one arm while he pressed against her pelvis to hold them tightly together with the other. He muttered, “No, not quite right,” and ran toward the shallower water, holding on to her. Her mind sent her a vivid image of how ridiculous they would look to someone else, and she started to laugh.
Bobby set her down where the water was only up to her thighs, bent her over at the torso so that she was parallel with the water, and spread her legs. She could feel him positioning himself behind her and locking an arm around her hips to press them together, but she was laughing harder now and her body was shaking.
Bobby called out in desperate frustration, “Vi! Please stop moving, we’re going to miss!”
And that, the ridiculously absurd idea of them missing, pushed her over the edge, she was practically hypoxic from laughter. Then she felt something slippery slide into her and keep sliding all the way to the end of her channel, meeting no resistance. She quieted down. A second later, Bobby’s pre-lubricated cock swelled to fill every millimeter of space inside her, and she let out an unholy groan of pleasure that was almost drowned out by Bobby’s. He lifted her and walked backwards into the deeper water, even those movements creating the most incredible sensations throughout their join. She didn’t give a fuck how ridiculous they looked, now.
He pulled her back into him as he floated backwards into the water, Vi laying atop him and with her legs spread and dangling to the sides, like a pool lounger.
Bobby leaned up and whispered in her ear, “Are you OK? Does this feel good?”
Vi was lightly panting from the jolts of sensation coming as he gently kicked his feet to propel them around the pool. “It feels…beyond good… How about you?”
She could hear the smile on his face when he said, “It feels like my cock won the intragalactic lottery,” and they both laughed.
Then his hands found her breasts and he ran his leathery hand pads across both of her nipples and her laughter was replaced by moans. His noises of pleasure increased to match her own, as if hers were feeding his. When his hand moved down from her right breast to slide through her slit, she could feel a supernova building inside her fast and, as he found her clit, it only took a couple of seconds of his careful stroking before she was arching her back and screaming out her release. It felt like more than just a sexual release—it was a release of all the panic, anger, frustration, and fear she had experienced since her abduction.
As her channel locked down on him, she felt his body go rigid underneath her and then he was bucking with his own release. They melted back into each other, limp and sated, and simply floated in the warm water for an indefinite amount of time. At some point, Vi realized that tears had been steadily streaming from her eyes the whole time, and she brought her hands out of the water to wipe them away.
She was thinking that she wished she could look at Bobby, to see the expression on his face. She wanted to know what he was thinking, what he was feeling. “Bobby?”
His arms snaked around her under her breasts, and he held onto her like he didn’t want to ever let her go. At that moment, she didn’t want him to, either. “Hmm?”
“Was it what you imagined?”
He laughed, and she felt it both on her body and in her body, where they were still tightly joined. “No,” he said. “That was so far beyond what I ever imagined that they don’t have words for those units of distance. How about you?”
She laughed back. “You heard me scream, didn’t you? That was the best I’ve ever had by those same unnamed units of distance. I just don’t know how we’re going to get my body to start working again for the next two rounds.”
“I have some ideas,” Bobby purred.
After a while, as Bobby gently kicked them around the pool, she could tell from the jolts of sensation through her pussy that her body would have no trouble being ready for round two.
They made casual conversation, which Vi reflected was a little unusual given that he was still buried in her to the hilt. Bobby asked about human mating practices and just could not seem to comprehend what she told him.
“So,” he asked, “anyone can mate with anyone else, any time?”
“If both are willing, yes.”
“And there aren’t any rules from government or family preventing it?”
“Some families and some governments do make rules.”
“How many governments do you have?”
“Umm…hundreds. Maybe thousands. There are hundreds of different nations on Earth, each with their own rules, languages, cultures, and customs. I’m from one of the more liberal nations, so there really aren’t any rules.” She wasn’t about to tell him about good exceptions, like pedophilia laws, or bad ones, like gay bans. Bobby was confused enough as it was, and it wouldn’t paint a very pretty picture of Earth.
“So, in your nation, I could just walk up to a female and ask her to mate?”
“You could, but she’d probably slap you or just walk away, although some small percentage of females might just say ‘yes.’”
“But you just straight-up asked me to mate.”
Vi laughed, “Yeah, the circumstances are a little unique for us. For one, I’ve been resolved to die fighting since I was in the stasis pod. That tends to strip away any shyness. And I’ve never been that shy to begin with. And it’s true what I said, we might just die in here, never found. Why not make the most of our time?”
“So, when I’m on your planet, I would not just approach a female and request mating?”
“No, we have courtship traditions that we tend to observe before mating. Dining together at a nice restaurant and enjoying conversation designed to get to know each other. We have a desire to know and like someone before we have sex with them. Mostly. Sometimes in the hope that that person will become our permanent partner.”
“Permanent sex partner?”
“Permanent life partner.”
“You find an ideal partner with which to mate for life?”
“We hope to. Those partnerships don’t always work out.”
“And this life partner does…what?”
“Everything, alongside us. Builds the home, earns money, raises the children, takes care of the day-to-day responsibilities of life.”
“So, I was a life partner to my mother for the litter after me?”
“From what it sounds like, you were both partners. Except for the sex,” she said, wiggling.
That was all it took for both of them, each letting out a low moan and then Bobby’s hands were in motion, stroking her breasts and bringing her nipples to stiff peaks.
“I could never have even formulated the wish for the miracle that is you, Vi,” he breathed into her ear, and she reached her arm back to hold his neck.
He kicked them off to start their delicious journey around the pool, each leg movement sending lightning bolts of pleasure through her. She gasped and arched her back, marveling at how fast her body was nearing its next climax. She wondered if the micromovements during their pleasant floating and chatting time had been priming her without her awareness.
Bobby’s left hand remained on her nipples while his right hand slipped between her folds. This time, he was bolder and carefully avoided her clitoris while pulling almost obscene moans, groans, “oh gods,” and pleading sounds from her with his long strokes.
She was lost in pleasure and totally unprepared when he stopped kicking, snaked his left arm under her breasts to pull her close, and stood up. The water came just to her nipples, but she couldn’t feel the ground under her feet because of their height difference. Bobby held her easily around the ribs and continued his maddeningly slow stroking below. But he started to move his hips in a minute way, sort of a circular swinging that blew all the circuits in her brain. It was made worse by the fact that his movements were causing little waves in the water that washed up and down over her nipples. She realized that he might have put them at that depth for exactly that reason, so that the waves from his swirling hips would caress her nipples.
She gave in and let her head fall back on his shoulder. Gave in to his cock filling her as tightly as if it had been made for her alone, gave in to his wonderful water-based nipple torture, and gave in to his teasing, clever fingers. But the orgasm that rolled over her didn’t; it rolled and rolled for what seemed like minutes as she shook and arched and cried out. She was dimly aware when Bobby came somewhere in the middle of her climax, but he didn’t let go of her or lose his rhythm with the stroking under the water. He stopped only when her body was still, and they both just panted in silence for a while until Bobby brought them back to their floating position. Within minutes, they had both dozed off.
Vi came awake in a blissful haze of warm water, warm Bobby, and post-coital afterglow. Bobby slid his hands up her arms and began to gently rub her shoulders.
Vi asked, “Was I asleep a long time?”
“No, I only woke up a few moments ago myself. We knocked ourselves out.”
“You knocked me out,” Vi said, shaking her head, “with your deadly, alien sex magic.”
Bobby laughed, “You did have a very long orgasm. And a very different one, it seemed to me. How can that be?”
“We have pleasure centers inside and outside. You know the outside one very well, already. My orgasms vary in location and intensity, but I can have a lot of different kinds.”
“Your sex partners must have been very skilled to help you discover them,” Bobby said, in awe.
“ My former sex partners have been very unskilled . I’ve discovered the varieties of my pleasure on my own.”
“What do you mean?”
“You know, with my…hands and…tools.” This was getting a little awkward.
“You mean,” Bobby asked with shock, “you can achieve sexual climax by yourself ? Any time you want?!”
“Yes, of course. So can human males, using their hands. You mean you can’t?”
“No,” he said, thoughtfully, “we need to smell the pheromones of female sexual readiness for our cocks to even emerge and engorge. And I don’t know what I’d do with it if it emerged on its own.”
“Whatever felt good, is what.”
Bobby laughed, “Yeah, I guess so.”
“So today,” she said in astonishment, “that was your first orgasm ever?”
“Yes, of course.”
They drifted for a while, before Bobby said, “So do you mean that your previous sexual partners rarely brought you to orgasm? It seemed very easy to me, especially compared to what I’ve heard about Trallian females.”
“Maybe you’re just an exceptional lover,” she teased, thinking that there was more truth to that than she was ready to face.
He snorted, “Yes, the inexperienced Trallian is widely regarded as the galaxy’s greatest lover.”
She twisted her head around and tilted her neck up to try to see his face. He anticipated what she was doing and tilted his head up, out of the water, meeting her eyes. She said, “Listen to me, Bobby: you’re already the best lover I’ve ever had.” She growled in frustration, then added, “And next time, we’re going to do this so that we are facing each other, damnit!”