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Roth’kar

We can’t drive back to the condo fast enough. We drop off Fiona, who gives Amara and I both big hugs.

“Congratulations,” she says. Then she smacks me on the shoulder playfully. “Take care of my best friend, okay?”

I agree to do exactly that, and she gives me a nod of approval.

Finally, we’re home. Bernard is waiting at the door for us, and Amara scoops him up, kissing his forehead as she holds him close.

I slide my arms around her waist from behind, nuzzling her throat and whispering in her ear exactly what I want to do to her.

With a wide grin, she sets Bernard down in his cat bed and allows me to lead her to our bedroom.

When I have Amara’s clothes off, she is already wet for me, but I plan to show her far greater pleasures.

I kiss her clit, lapping it and sucking on it while I pump my fingers in and out of her tight channel, driving her moans ever louder.

My culans are clasped tight and full of blood, ready to please her.

Amara crests, her legs shivering and her thighs pressing together around my head, but I don’t relent. I plan to make my wife orgasm many, many more times tonight.

When I’ve nursed a second finish out of her, Amara lies there, boneless and gasping. I lie beside her and turn her gently so we are on our sides, her back facing my front. Obediently, she lifts one of her thighs, and I pull her hips toward me until I’m positioned just right.

As always, she is perfectly shaped for me, accepting me easily into her body.

But I go slow anyway, only sinking in an inch before pulling back, giving her a taste but nothing more.

She is so deliciously tight and warm, it is difficult for me to rein myself in, but I manage to remain shallow, teasing her until she’s squirming and trying to bring in more of me.

“Roth’kar,” she moans. “Please, I need you.”

I cannot bear to deny her, so I push in the rest of the way, demanding her small channel open for me. And open it does, welcoming me in, squeezing so deliciously around me that I bite my lip to hold off on coming too soon.

I keep my thrusts slow, building Amara up higher and higher, relishing each of her sweet cries. I want all of them.

Soon, she is close, shaking and shivering with every pump of my hips. I reach around her thigh to strum her clit while I make love to her, and Amara tightens up all around me.

“Oh, fuck.” She cries out her bliss, and I shove into her faster, spinning her climax up and then reveling in it as it shatters her.

That delicious clenching is all it takes to drag me over the edge. Both my culans release, and I bury myself inside her one final time as they spill everything. Soon my spend is leaking out of her, and Amara is panting, her body trembling from the force of it.

Eventually, I withdraw and wrap her up in my arms, cradling her body against mine.

“I can’t wait to do this for the rest of our lives,” I tell her, kissing her cheek, her neck, her shoulder. “Forever.”

“Forever,” she whispers back, settling into me. “The best I could have hoped for.”

Now that I have my permanent visa, I can, at last, apply for a job.

The convenience store on the corner is happy to take me, and I schedule my shifts for when Amara is at work.

This way, I can contribute to our household while still getting home in time to prepare dinner.

At the gift boutique down the street, I use my first paycheck to pick out some trinkets to add to the apartment, ones that I feel represent me.

My favorite is a small, square painting of a cat.

Amara is immensely pleased with my choices and helps me pick out where they should go in the condo.

I buy many recipe books so I can make even more interesting foods for her from all over the world.

We discuss saving up for a honeymoon so that, perhaps, we could explore some of the places where my favorite cuisines originate.

I am curious to see more of Earth and all it has to offer.

Amara shows me photographs of huge snow-capped mountains and sandy beaches beside a vast blue-green ocean.

It is a mythic thing to me, a body of water that encompasses most of the planet, so we arrange our itineraries to go to a country called Mexico—the home of some of my favorite spicy foods.

We entertain sometimes and have our friends over for dinner.

They feel like our friends now, Marguerite and Fiona and Kendall.

Even Marguerite, who gave me a firm dressing-down when I hurt Amara, has forgiven me.

I think all it took was a good enchilada and a stiff margarita to show her I am truly a good match for her best friend.

And then, the time has come at last for our honeymoon. It’s a long journey to Mexico, and I marvel from my window seat on the plane at how much of Earth there is to see. Soon, the ocean appears, and it is as majestic as I imagined it would be.

My translator works with the local language, which is a boon. I have purchased a swimsuit, and the first thing we do is head down to the beach to get wet in the ocean.

I am surprised to discover that the water is not drinkable, but terribly salty. Amara laughs as I spit it out, horrified.

“Water that cannot be drunk?” I grumble. What a terrible taunt.

“Yep! And it covers seventy percent of the planet.” Amara sets down a towel on the sand, a substance which is very foreign and squishy under my feet.

I find that even though I attempt to remain on the towel, the sand gets everywhere, sticking to my skin, my clothes, even my culans inside my shorts. How did it get there?

I am not sure how I feel about the beach, though my wife seems to enjoy lying out in the sun with her sunglasses on, soaking up powerful UV rays. I make sure to apply sunscreen to her often so she doesn’t burn, and do the same for myself.

Then, after we have eaten so much Mexican food we feel close to bursting, we shower off all the remaining sand. After we’ve toweled ourselves dry, I pull Amara to the bed, and she giggles as she falls onto it.

I crouch over her, my culans already swelling and eager to please. I lower my hips to hers so they can reach for her, teasing her clit and her sweet pussy. She eagerly bucks against me, ready for me to take her.

But I have a plan. There is something Amara particularly enjoys, and I made sure to bring plenty of lube so that I can please her in every way. First, though, I need to taste her. I want to make her gush.

My fingers and tongue know exactly what to do with her sweet body to make her whine. Since I plan on taking my time, I nurse her close to her finish before relenting, letting her come down before bringing her back to the peak again.

“Roth’kar!” she begs, shivering all over. “Please!”

I curl my fingers inside her and tease her favorite place as I devour her clit, and it’s easy to make her cry out. Liquid drips down my hand, and I know that she’s ready for me.

“Get on your knees,” I instruct her. Amara is still shivering from her climax as she rolls over, then lifts her ass in the air in front of me. Her release shines in the light as I guide my lower culans inside her, then retrieve the bottle of lube.

Amara turns her head, her eyes wide. “Oh?”

“Oh yes,” I affirm, coating my finger in the oily liquid, then running it over the tighter ring of muscle around her ass.

This is not the first time I’ve made use of both her entrances, so my upper culans easily slips inside, and my wife moans with her face in the pillow.

I widen her for me, thrusting gently and slowly as I prepare her.

“Oh!” Amara cries out as I push in again. I know to go slow now, so I only bury it a fraction of the way inside her before withdrawing again. Her whole body trembles under me as I sink it in a second time, deeper.

“Roth’kar,” she moans, clenching the pillow. “Please, more!”

Good. She is ready for me.

This time I slide all the way in, both culans enveloped in her warmth.

It won’t take much to send her over the edge like this, so I go slow and steady, building her up one snap of my hips at a time.

Amara’s voice rises in pitch as my own orgasm threatens to overtake me, but I maintain my pace, pushing it back.

She clenches even tighter around me, strangling my culans in the most pristine and delightful way.

“Amara,” I murmur, leaning down over her back to stroke her hair. “My love, my wife.”

That’s all it takes. I slam into her as her shout fills the room, and her grip around my culans is so powerful that it practically rips my own climax out of me.

I groan as I fill her, shoving in again and again to draw out her pleasure. Amara keens as my spend spills out of her, dripping down onto the hotel bed.

“Oh, fuck,” she moans, her knees finally giving out. I lie atop her, my elbows keeping me from crushing her. Gently, I work my culans free, and Amara whimpers again as I withdraw from her ass.

I collapse beside her, then roll her up into my arms.

“You know I will always love you, don’t you?” I ask her, kissing the crown of her head.

She snuggles even closer. “I know. And you’re mine. All mine.”

I chuckle. “I am indeed.”

It’s not long before she falls asleep, curled up against me.

Forever with my sweet human is the greatest gift I could have possibly received.

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