Next, he tipped his head and lifted his arms next to his ear. He closed his eyes and made a sort of snoring sound. He opened his eyes and looked at me expectantly.
“Sleep,” I said. He grinned and repeated it.
He pointed down at his happy member, bobbing between us, and firmly said, “No!” I snorted and he grinned. “Emily, Kex, sleep. Yes?”
He held out his hand, and I took it feeling relieved. “Yes.”
He smiled sweetly, then reached for my skirt. “Noooo,” I said, stepping away, and he froze.
He frowned for a moment, then picked up a leaf from the bed. He pointed at my skirt then at the leaf. “Sleep,” he said, and ripped the leaf. Then he pointed at his own covering and said, “Sleep.” He pointed again at his happy dick and firmly said, “No!”
I snorted and nodded. He reached for my skirt again, and I didn’t protest as he carefully unraveled part of it, then folded it and set it with his covering. I turned and lifted my arm so hecould reach the covering on my chest. He fiddled with the side and pulled it away, folding it carefully with the others.
He may have glanced at my breasts, but he didn’t ogle or leer, and I mean, I had more than glanced at his dick. He was being very careful with me, and I knew it and appreciated him for it. Kex knelt on the bed and pulled me down beside him. I didn’t have more than a moment to worry before he pulled me tightly against his chest, spooning me, his hard, hot dick pressed firmly against my butt. One arm lay under my head, his other wrapped around me, splayed wide across my stomach. I wanted to feel awkward about the whole thing, but as he breathed out steadily, holding me tight against him, I let myself relax and breathe in his slightly spicy scent. This was more comfortable than I’d been over the last few cold nights on the hard metal floor of the spaceship, and my body was exhausted from days of fear and a long day of walking.
As I let go of the worry and fear and insecurities, a warmth spread over me like nothing I’d ever felt before. Peace and security. Kex had me in his very capable arms, and I didn't think he’d let anything happen to me, regardless of what I could offer him. I felt safer in Kex’s arms than I had ever felt before.
seven
. . .
Emily
Warm,so very warm. I rubbed my face into the soft embrace of my pillow. Something warm and a little wet rubbed against my stomach, and I reached down, expecting to feel Bennet and his cold nose, but instead my hand wrapped around something hard and hot. My pillow growled softly beneath me and I dug my nose in, unable to get enough of that warm, spicy scent.
I lifted my leg, wrapping it around something hard and ground my core against it, searching for friction. The less sleepy part of my mind tried to remind me of something important, but my clit was so needy, and I tugged on the warm length in my hand, needing more.
A moment later, I was on my back. Kex hovered above me, his silver eyes sparking in the morning light. He buried his face in my neck, inhaled deeply, then licked and kissed his way down my body with gentle nibbles until his lips closed around my nipple. I gasped and wrapped my arms around his head, hugging him to me. He growled and said something in his deep voice, before sucking and gently biting my nipple. His tongue definitely was textured in a delightful way. I arched against him and wrapped my leg around his back, trying to find some friction.His mouth felt good, but I needed more. He growled again and released my nipple with a pop before continuing his journey down my body. He licked between my breasts, then nibbled down my stomach, kissing my belly and licking my belly button. When he reached my curls, he stopped and lifted his head.
“Yes?” he growled.
“Oh, yes. Please, Kex, yes.”
He growled again then nuzzled between my legs, pushing his nose between my lips and breathing me in. I tried not to overthink it, but he groaned again, and then licked and I forgot to be self-conscious. He pushed my knee to the side and spread me open, then delved in, licking my slit like a starving man.
His textured tongue lit up my body like nothing ever had before, and I never wanted him to stop. He hit my clit with his tongue and I groaned. He did it again, and I dug my fingers into his hair and held him against me. Getting the hint, he focused in on my bundle of nerves, licking and sucking until my hips writhed against him, needing that last push to send me over the edge. He wrapped his lips around my clit and sucked, my hips lifting off the ground as my world burst. I cried out. Kex’s mouth kept its pace as I rode out my orgasm, and then he continued licking, brushing my clit and then moving lower. He spread me with careful fingers, and his tongue found my hole. He groaned and licked up my release, spreading me wide and pressing into me with his tongue.
Kex lifted his head for a moment, and shocked at the loss, I looked down. He had the tip of his pinky finger in his mouth and bit down. A moment later, he pulled it away and spat out his claw. He glanced up at me and grinned, his mouth glistening.
Fuck, that was hot.
The next moment, his mouth was back on me, and his thick finger was at my entrance slowly stretching me open. I groaned. It had been a while, and his fingers weren’t small. I clampeddown on his finger, and he proceeded to fuck me with it, while licking my clit. He groaned again, his mouth fastened on my clit, and it sent me over the edge. I cried out and clamped my legs around his head until my climax finished, and I collapsed in a spent heap.
Kex pulled his finger out of me, then sat up, a satisfied smile on his face. He sucked me off his finger, keeping eye contact until the digit was clean. One hand rested on my belly, he rubbed me soothingly, and with the other, he reached down to fist his dick. “Yes, no?” he asked.
I stared down at the monster between us. In the light of day, it was stunningly blue-green, deeper than the rest of his skin, and there were definite ridges crisscrossing the shaft. My heart rate picked up as I wondered if I could take it or not. Before I gave a response, Kex leaned back down, his face level with mine, and my breathing quickened as I anticipated the invasion.
He leaned down and pressed his forehead against mine for a long moment, and then he was gone.
I sat up, confused. Kex knelt on the edge of our bed, facing away from me, fisting his dick. Kex pumped hard, his eyes closed tight. The sight was magical. The veins in his arm bulged with control as he pumped up and down, the sound of his flesh and the heavy timbre of his breath. He tensed up, and then his eyes opened and locked onto mine just as a long stream of white shot out of his dick. My eyes dropped to his tip as it seemed to swell and pulse as he painted the leaves with rope after rope of his seed.
When he finished, he crawled back over to me and pulled me into his lap. Nestled into his body, he held me tight as he spoke deep, rumbling words I could feel vibrate through every inch of me. His words seeped into my soul; the only word I recognized was my name, spoken over and over again, woven into the rest of his gentle speech. I didn’t need to understand his words tounderstand his meaning. He was content, satisfied with what had passed between us, and he would wait for more, he wanted more.
After a long, perfect moment, we pulled apart and went to clean up. Kex inspected my wounds from the day before, cleaning them gently and making soft, sympathetic noises when I whined. He didn’t seem overly concerned, but mashed and packed more herbs into the punctures before he helped me dress in my leaf coverings, my clothes still grossly damp and sticky. I put on my crusty socks and shoes, choosing the ick over destroying my feet on the upcoming walk. Kex fed me a breakfast of smoked ninx and roasted seeds from the night before, while he fashioned me a belt and helped me attach my new water bottle. I’d left my damp clothes in a heap near the fire, unsure if I should even bother keeping them, but Kex picked them up and secured them to my belt.
Next, he began breaking down the camp. Returning the stones he had used for the fire to their original positions, clearing away the ash, and scattering the leaves of our bedding, he made the space look untouched. Once finished, he reached out his hand to me, and I took it, letting him lead me back into the forest. His gentle grin was reassuring as I prepared for the journey ahead.
The hike was an amalgamation of conflicting sensations. My body hurt. Between my monster bird bites, raw from Kex’s careful doctoring, my overall ache from said monster bird kicking me off a rock, crash landing, and the various sore muscles from the long walk the night before, it was safe to say sitting on a couch for the next seventy-two hours would have been far more appealing than another trek in crunchy socks over uneven footing. Despite the general pain in my body, every other part of me—my mind, my heart, my spirit—was floating gentlyin the air behind Kex as if held aloft simply by the power of orgasms.