by Allie Ritch
She did and instantly squeaked when the glove lit up in pulsating neon and began to vibrate up and down her palm and fingers.
His did the same when he activated it, except the middle finger had extra oscillation all the way around the tip.
“Now let’s have some fun.” He shifted over her.
Glancing at him through her lashes, she shot him a slow, sultry smile that had his cock full to bursting in seconds. “As long as we’re doing serious product research.”
Whitt was sure he had a clever rejoinder, but he forgot what it was the second she reached down to cup him in her gloved hand. It felt like his erection was being buffed from the core outward while tiny sparks made love in his balls. Precum dribbled out, causing him to grit his teeth against coming too soon.
And that was before she moved her hand. Spri always seemed to know just the right amount of pressure to inflict on his power bridges to leave him dancing on the laser-cut edge between pleasure and pain. She pumped his flesh several times and then did something that made him jolt like he’d been electrocuted. At the end of the next down-stroke, she buzzed his scrotum with her fingertips while cupping the head of his cock in her uncovered hand.
“Keep that up, and I’ll lose it all over you.” He tried to warn her, but she didn’t seem to care.
No, he was not about to come all over her again. Not until he was good and ready. Using the best distraction he could think of, he dipped his head to kiss her and got his motor skills working well enough to slip his hand between her legs.
“Ah!” She gasped when he made contact.
“Easy.” Her hand had convulsed so hard on his member his eyes crossed. “Let’s catch you up.”
Cupping her sex in his palm, he held there for a moment, letting the vibrations work their way deep inside. Only when her head kicked back did he use his fingers to part her folds and caress each lip. She was so wet he could feel the fabric of his glove slipping and sliding.
“I’ve never…tried…this.” She panted heavily.
Whitt kissed the corner of her mouth and smiled. “No? You’ve never used a vibrator?”
The shake of her head looked more like a spasm than an answer.
“Let me show you what you’ve been missing.”
Feeling a bit sadistic, he played his fingertip around and around her entrance before he finally pushed it inside. Moist heat enveloped his digit, easing his way. This was enough to make her arch and mewl, but he didn’t stop there. With a slow glide, he brought the pad of his thumb up to press directly against her clit.
“Whitt!”
“That’s it.” Gods, he’d never get tired of hearing her sob his name in pleasure.
The next second, he was grunting her name too as she began to stroke him again. This was one hell of a toy. There was no way either of them would last very long.
“More.” He growled, already feeling his lower back tighten.
The way he lay atop her, he had only one leg sandwiched between her knees. Spreading her wide, he made a space for himself and began humping her encircling hand while thrusting his finger in and out. It was a close simulation to having sex with her, but it wasn’t enough.
He tried to coax her. “Let me inside. Please, Spri. Let me in, and I promise I’ll make you feel good.”
Although she gazed up at him with longing, he could see her fighting the temptation. Her mouth twitched like she might say something. Then she just bit her lip and shook her head. Damn.
Unable to hold back anymore, Whitt furiously worked his erection in and out of her hand while doing her with only his finger. She came with a muffled screech seconds before his scalp turned hot and tingly and his dick overloaded. Orgasm blasted up his shaft like an electrical charge, spewing out of him with wave after wave of seed. The sound of Spri whimpering in pleasure made him desperate to see her face, but he couldn’t seem to pry his eyelids open.
Maybe it was possible to go blind from this. Gods knew his brain was short-circuiting, leaving him insensate to everything but two realities: his cock and her hand. When the pulses finally faded, he wasn’t even sure it was truly over. Ecstasy seemed to have set up a relay in his balls, echoing long after he’d come up dry.
“Stars above.” Groaning, he dropped onto the mattress. Paradoxically, he felt both drained and overexcited. “We’ve got to do that again.” It was the most incredible thing he’d ever felt.
“Again?” She sounded incredulous. “Now?”
He snorted. “A little later.”
Okay, maybe a lot later. The empty feeling at the base of his cock made him think he’d be down for the count awhile.
“Okay,” she agreed.
Whitt waited, knowing there would be at least one tiny condition, but also sure he’d deny her nothing. A second passed. Two.
“But I want another shower, and you have to feed me again. I’ve got the munchies.”
Although he didn’t know why, that made him laugh. Kissing her senseless, he climbed out of bed and got ready to make a food run while she cleaned up. He’d get something nice and warm to fill his Litting lover and recharge himself, and maybe they could order in a vid while they ate. If he saw something while he was out, he might pick up a little gift for her, too. It occurred to him that he’d never given her a present, not in all the time they’d been dating. Well, except for the toothbrush she was now using. But that didn’t count. Not even when it was silver with purple polka dots.
* * * *
Although Spri took the time to dry her hair and brush it while Whitt was gone, she didn’t bother getting fully dressed. Instead, she snagged one of his shirts, which covered her to the tops of her thighs. Pouring herself a glass of water from the kitchen, she then retreated to the bedroom and flicked on his vid screen. She’d just settled against the pillows when he came back in and filled the doorway.
“Food as requested,” he announced.
Spri tried to come up with something witty to say, but she drew a blank. At the moment, she was too distracted by the wonderful aromas wafting out of the stack of takeout boxes in his arms. The loud growl of her stomach retorted for her.
Whitt chuckled. “Right back at you. I’m starving too.”
Plopping down on the bed beside her, he began unpacking the food and spreading it in front of them like a picnic. She spotted hash browns, New Earthling pancakes, croissants stuffed with egg and cheese, Allurian smorg sausage, bacon, and even Litting crull chips dusted with sugar. There were also a couple of fruit-filled pastries peeking out of one of the far boxes.
“I figured since we had leftover dinner for breakfast, we might as well have breakfast for dinner,” he explained.
Salivating over the whole spread, she nodded. “I love it.” This was fun.
“Want to watch a movie?” Scrolling through their choices onscreen, he read off the newest releases. “Let’s see. The top viewer picks are the action adventure, Jump Warrior II, and Leaving Brock, a love story about a small-town girl who falls for…er…a middle-aged poet who suffers from depression.” He muttered the last part, and she swore his lip started to curl.
Spri couldn’t help it. She had to mess with him.
“A poet?” she asked excitedly. “Really? Do you think he writes a love poem for her?”
“Um.”
“How tragic that he suffers from depression, but the poignancy probably adds to the romance.”
“Hmm.”
“Do you think the hero’s name is Brock, or is that the name of the small town?”
“I don’t…that is, are you sure you’d…” His shoulders slumped. “I guess we’ll just have to watch and find out.”
Poor guy, she thought. He really was cute.
Unable to fake it anymore, she cracked up laughing. “Relax, honey. I have no intention of sitting through some sappy ‘chick-flick.’ I want to know what happened to Zudyphor after he was infected by alien nano-cyborgs at the end of Jump Warrior I. Do you think he’ll really betray his squad, or will Letaj
figure out what’s going on with him first?”
Whitt’s head snapped around so fast she swore she heard a whipping sound. “You watched Jump Warrior I? And you want to watch the sequel?”
She shrugged. “It’s a trilogy. Of course I have to see the second installment. Besides, I really like Letaj. She’s got all these cool telepathic powers, she lives by a strict ethical code, and she keeps searching for the answer to her people’s creation despite all the obstacles. Although she and Zudyphor don’t always see eye to eye, they’re the perfect complement for each other.”
“Huh.” He blinked. “I found a girl who likes to watch action movies.”
Selecting the film, he settled back to eat with one hand. The other one was busy stroking the side of her shoulder where he draped his arm around her.
The food was delicious, as was the feel of him snuggled against her side. Over the next hour and a half, they fed each other every last bite and finished just as the sun set and the movie ended.
“I don’t believe it,” Spri murmured when it was over. “Letaj reprogrammed the nano-cyborgs inside Zudyphor using only her mental powers, and now he has super strength and accelerated healing?”
“Makes sense.” Whitt stroked his chin in feigned contemplation. “Those puny cyborgs will have a better time inside Zud than they ever did with the villainous Cist. Besides, he needed a boost so he can match Cist in the third movie.”
“True.”
She settled deeper into the pillows and crossed her arms until she caught the way Whitt was looking at her.
“What?” she demanded.
With a smile, he reached beneath the pillow on the far side of the bed and pulled out something she hadn’t seen him tuck there. Expecting another naughty sex prop, she was surprised when he plopped a tiny wrapped box on her lap.
“What’s this?” She hardly dared to breathe.
Not all races shared the same courting rituals, so Spri wasn’t sure of the significance. Such a small package, though, had to contain—
“Open it,” he urged her.
Pulling the paper off, she revealed the box beneath and popped it open to find a tiny, fuzzy figure staring back at her.
“Hello, there,” she said, quickly banishing visions of jewelry.
Inside was a plush blue teddy bear the same shade as Whitt’s eyes. When she laid it down in her open hand, it barely filled her palm.
“Touch the embroidered heart on its chest,” Whitt told her.
As soon as she did, the bear stood up and looked at her. “Hello,” it said in a little boy’s voice. “Whitt says you’re very special. He picked me out just for you. Will you take me home with you?”
“That is so cute.” She immediately cooed over the little toy. “Of course, I’ll take you home.”
Although the bear had to have some kind of hard skeleton and AI chip inside, all she could feel was its soft fur and squishy cotton insides.
When she squeezed it, the bear giggled. “You’re fun and pretty. I like you.”
“I like you too.” She turned to Whitt. “Thank you. You are such a sweet guy.”
His cheeks flushed, and he shrugged. “Yeah, well…romance and all that.”
“Do you want to play?” the bear asked.
Whitt answered for her. “She’ll play with you later, buddy. It’s my turn now.”
“Okay.” The bear sat down in her palm like he’d watch.
“Just touch his heart again to shut him down,” Whitt told her. “We don’t want to shock his innocent eyes with our play.”
Now she was the one blushing. “Of course.” She rubbed one finger between the bear’s ears. “Okay, sweetie. You take a nap now.”
“Night-night.” Pillowing his head on his paws, her new toy struck a sleeping pose when she turned it off.
She carefully set it aside.
“I love it.” Throwing her arms around Whitt’s neck, she dropped kisses all over his face and told him how wonderful he was just to see him turn pink again.
They both heated up for entirely different reasons when their mouths connected. His tongue traced the seam of her lips before slipping inside and sweeping away all hope for rational thought. Spri gave back as good as she got.
He moved his mouth down to her shoulder. “I love seeing you in my shirt, but I like you even better out of it.”
His body heat hit her naked breasts like a solar blast the second he tore her top off over her head. Working frantically, she removed his T-shirt and employed both her hands and feet to strip his pants and underwear down his legs. They both laughed breathlessly when his ankles got tangled up, but he freed himself quickly. Excitement flared in his eyes as he handed her one of the gloves and they both put them on.
The vibrators in the palms gave off only an infinitesimal hum, which was further muffled by their frantic breathing. Not wasting time, Whitt ran his hands up the insides of her legs and spread her wide so he could drop between her thighs. His lips puckered around her nipple and sucked until she swore she felt an echo of sensation in her other breast. Then he had one vibrating finger pressed firmly against her clit while he laved her nipples back and forth.
Spri tried to reach for him to return the pleasure, but she couldn’t get a clear shot at his lower half. All she could do was lay there and take it. Tension coiled in her womb, making her insides feel tight and needy. Nerve endings lit up in a perfect “Y” from her jittering clit to each breast, which he still attacked with his mouth. Her toes curled and raked the sheet beneath her as she drew her legs up to cradle him more fully.
After what seemed like forever, he finally shifted up to kiss her lips. She snagged his cock.
“Oh, yeah,” he groaned long and loud.
Thumbing his dripping slit, she ran her vibrating grasp slowly from the crown of his cock to his tensed balls. This made him moan even more dramatically, but he didn’t stop teasing her poor nubbin. His longest finger found her opening, circled a few times, and invaded her channel. Her hips lifted off the bed.
“That’s it.” He grunted. “Grind your hips.”
With a gasp of pleasure, she did as instructed, raising her hips into each stroke as he pumped her. At the same time, he thrust his pelvis so that he slid in and out of her encircling hand in the ancient male rutting rhythm. His breathing grew heavier. Her orgasm was climbing. They were almost there.
“Wait!” he cried.
“What?”
Catching her hand, he pulled it away from his erection and placed it on his shoulder. “I don’t want to come too soon. I want more.”
His finger whipped out of her, but the pad of his thumb still circled her aching clit. Her pulse fluttered up and down inside her sheath, and then her impending climax seemed to double in velocity. It was bearing down on her fast and unbelievably hard.
The first precursors were just starting to make her moan when something larger and hotter than his finger pressed against her entrance.
“Whitt?” She said his name uncertainly.
“Trust me, babe.”
Spri groaned and arched her neck before she could get another word out. Any second now. The “O” was coming…coming…
The pressure of his erection against her vagina increased, which broke through the haze of lust enough to make her look at him. At the same time, it ratcheted up the sexual tension building inside her an extra notch.
“What are you doing?” she demanded.
His teeth were gritted so hard she could see his cheek muscles bulging. “Let me put the head in. Just the head.”
Ah, gods. This was a bad idea. They were moving too fast, and he still didn’t understand. But it felt so good. She wanted to take him inside her, hold him there. It wasn’t full intercourse if just the crown of his cock was inside, right?
“Only the head,” she agreed.
Enough time had passed since she’d had a man inside her that her muscles were extremely tight. He had to use small stabbing motions to work himself forward until he poppe
d past the resisting ring. They both kicked their heads back and moaned in tortured bliss.
“So good,” he hissed. “So tight.”
With his hand, he kept prodding her clit and massaging her labia. Meanwhile, his partial entry was enough to make her burn. Tingles raced up and down all her extremities, leaving her shaking with the power of the orgasm threatening to break free.
Whitt’s tone turned pleading. “A little more. I’ll go in so easy, Spri.”
Yes! Her cream already anointed his cock. It would take nothing for him to slide right in to the hilt. She could do it herself just by bucking her hips. Then they could connect—intimately, fully—and take this to a whole new level. Except…
Somewhere in the back of her mind, Spri knew there was a very good reason not to take that final step. It was just hard to remember what it was when she began to thrash her head back and forth. The first contractions were starting.
“Please.” He was already pushing forward. “I can feel you grabbing on to me.”
Drawing on some last vestige of sanity, she did the only thing she could think of to stop him. Dropping her hand, she grabbed his cock tightly and held him hostage. At the same instant, her climax barreled over her.
“Ahhhh!” They bellowed together.
The feel of his hot spunk jetting into her told her that she’d grabbed him just in time. Tears rolled down her cheeks as her vagina convulsed around the thick invading head of his dick again and again. It was only once the spasms subsided that she realized how close to disaster she’d come.
*
Easing down from his climax, Whitt was left too sated to feel cheated by the fact he hadn’t gotten fully inside Spri. They’d certainly come damn close, and he had no doubt they’d go all the way next time. Considering how tight she was, that was probably for the best. He was better off entering her when he had enough control to be nice and gentle. They’d leave the gloves off for that.
Stretching back with a loud yawn, he tucked her against his side. Which was when he noticed she was shaking.
“You all right, Spri? Are you cold?”
Shaking her head, she audibly swallowed. She offered a strained smile. “No. Just overwhelmed.”