But that was our only night together and now it’s all over, she thought sadly.
Today they would get back to his spaceship (it still felt weird to think about that) and then fly to the Kindred Mother Ship to beg them to come to Earth and fight the Scourge. Then Vic’s job would be done and he would be put back into cold storage until the next time the Kindred needed him to scout a hostile planet.
The thought made Torri feel like crying but then she took a deep breath. If this was their last day together, she wasn’t going to waste it feeling sad. Instead, she turned over and pressed her face to his broad chest, breathing in his warm, wonderful scent—trying to burn it into her memory forever.
Vic was still sleeping, his face relaxed and innocent in slumber. Breathing him in made Torri feel tingly and warm all over—God, he smelled so good. She wondered if all Kindred had such a wonderful scent. If so, the Earth women they would hopefully soon be calling as brides wouldn’t be able to resist them.
It’s like a pheromone thing, she thought, nuzzling closer to him. It just makes me want to jump his bones every time I smell him!
That made her think of the slow, gentle way Vic had touched her the night before and she found herself getting hot and bothered all over again. She wished they could have made love—it would have been something wonderful to remember him by. But the big Kindred seemed to attach special significance to actual penetrative sex. He kept talking about “bonding” and forming a “soul-bond,” which he didn’t seem to think he could do.
Well, he did plenty last night, whispered a little voice in her head. And you didn’t exactly return the favor. Why not give him something to remember you by?
Torri found the thought immensely appealing. Vic didn’t seem to think they ought to have sex and in a way she agreed—it would be that much more painful to part when the time came if they allowed themselves to actually make love. But there was no reason they couldn’t do something else together before they had to leave for the Mother Ship.
She remembered how he said he’d never been attracted to any woman before her and was therefore completely inexperienced.
Bet he’s never had a blowjob before, whispered a little voice in her head. That would certainly be a nice memory to send him off with.
Ducking her head under the covers, she reached carefully between his thighs. He was already hard—morning wood, she supposed. Slowly, so as not to startle him, she pulled the stretchy waistband of the sweatpants down so that she could touch him.
Wow—he’s huge! Like porn star huge!
Torri could hardly believe what she was seeing. His cock rose like a thick club between his thighs—there was no way she was going to get all that down her throat—she’d be lucky just to get it into her mouth.
But she had never been one to back down from a challenge. And besides, his delicious, masculine scent was stronger here, making her want him even more. Slowly, gently, she began to run her tongue over the broad, plum-shaped head of his cock.
She was going to give him a morning to remember, even if they never had another one together again.
Thirty-Three
Vic woke slowly to a hot, wet suction between his thighs. At first he thought he must be having a dream—which was something else he’d never had before he started Dream Sharing with Torri. It had been difficult to have his positronic net broken, but he was glad it had happened. Otherwise he never would have experienced dreams or felt so many emotions and learned to care for her the way he had.
But the soft, wet suction drew his mind back to what was happening under the colorful quilt that covered his lower half. Gods, it felt so good! Almost as though a warm, wet mouth was licking and sucking him.
Unable to help himself, Vic threw back the covers. Torri was between his thighs, stroking his shaft and lapping and sucking at the head of it. She paused for a moment and gave him a sensuous smile.
“Well, good morning. I was wondering when you’d wake up.”
“Torri, what…what are you doing?” His breath was catching in his throat because she continued to stroke him and kiss him.
“Just giving you a little of what you gave me last night,” she murmured. “I felt bad that you made me come three times and I didn’t reciprocate.”
“You do not have to, though,” Vic protested, though he felt like he might die if she stopped. “It was my pleasure to stroke your pussy and suck your sweet nipples to make you come.”
“Mmm, well sucking you is my pleasure,” she murmured. “So why don’t you lie back and enjoy it?”
Vic did as she said, but he couldn’t take his eyes from the sensuous sight of the curvy little female between his thighs, lapping and sucking and stroking his shaft. The morning light had turned golden and it was shining on her lovely dark hair, bringing it to life with fiery red highlights. Her full breasts were brushing his thigh and she held his gaze with hers as she sucked him, her lovely amber-brown eyes filled with enjoyment of his pleasure.
Much sooner than he wanted to, Vic felt himself getting close to orgasm.
“Gods, sweetheart,” he murmured, reaching down to stroke her soft, silky hair. “Your mouth feels so good on me! I think…think I’m getting close.”
He was trying to warn her, in case she wanted to pull away when he came. But Torri only redoubled her efforts, caressing his shaft with long, slow strokes and swirling her tongue around and around the head of his cock until Vic thought he was going to go crazy with need and desire.
As long as he lived—which could be centuries due to his time spent in stasis—he knew he would never forget the sight of his beautiful little female sucking him as the golden sunlight of Earth poured into the room.
“Oh, Gods, Torri—coming,” he groaned and felt the pressure that had been building in his balls finally release as he spurted his seed.
Vic had come before, on occasion, but it was more like a physical reflex than an act of pleasure. This time, it was all about pleasure—the pleasure of having a beautiful woman he cared for taking him in her mouth and hands—the pleasure of watching her watch him as the orgasm overtook him.
In that moment he was completely vulnerable as he never had allowed himself to be before. He spent himself totally as she continued to lick and suck him lovingly in the morning light.
And he knew he would never forget her.
Thirty-Four
Torri surprised herself by being willing to swallow—which had never been something she’d done with a lover before, not even Chuck when their marriage had been in good shape.
But Vic’s precum had a unique flavor she really liked—sweet and salty at the same time. It had a deliciously addictive quality that kept her coming back for more. So when he warned her he was about to come, she didn’t want to stop sucking.
At the first, hot spurt across her tongue, she swallowed reflexively. Mmm, his come tasted even better than his precum! It had a creaminess she really enjoyed. Human men tended to have slimy, slippery seed that made you want to gag. But Vic’s was like melted salted caramel ice cream—smooth and salty sweet and absolutely delicious.
God, I could get addicted to this, she thought as she continued to suck and swallow while he groaned her name and stroked her hair. It was so sexy to watch his big, muscular body go tense as he came for her—came in her mouth.