His Little Ametrine (Eleadian Mates #9)

Chapter 19

Chapter Nineteen

Six days later …

Sara

I’ve worked my booty off to get to this point. Papi and the doctors say I’m stronger than any other Little ever has been on day ten. I knew I could do it. I had a lot of motivation. I didn’t like lying on my back day after day. I wanted to be able to push myself upright, crawl, and finally walk.

Papi has his back to me as I surf the furniture. He has told me ten times a day that I may not climb up onto it. I haven’t tried because I don’t relish the idea of being spanked.

It’s not that I didn’t like him spanking me. I loved it. Too much. The only spanking I’ve had was the trial one he did to show me what it would feel like. I came so hard afterward I could see stars.

Ever since then, any time I’ve thought about his palm on my bottom, I’ve had to clench my pussy in an effort to keep the scent of my arousal from flooding Papi’s nostrils. It never works, though. I can’t fool him. He smirks at me when he knows I’m aroused.

When Papi threatens me with a naughty-girl spanking for breaking his rules, I stop that behavior immediately because the thought of him swatting my bottom and not giving me relief afterward makes me toe the line on every one of his rules.

In other words, Papi’s rules may be absurd to me, but his method of discipline is effective enough to keep me from breaking them.

I reach the edge of the couch, hesitate, and let go. I’m so proud of myself for taking my first tentative step that I start giggling.

Papi spins around from where he stands at the counter in the kitchen area. He drops whatever was in his hands and rushes toward me. “Sara!”

I hold out my hands to keep my balance, swaying just a bit but managing not to fall on my face or my ass. “I’ve got it, Papi! I’m doing it!”

He stops short of sweeping me off the floor, which I can tell was his initial intention. Instead he squats down a few feet from me, wearing a broad smile, and holds out his hands.

I feel like an actual babe taking my first steps. I can’t possibly remember what it was like since I was probably ten months old, but I bet it was much like this. Regaining my strength after six months in stasis is no joke.

I wobble a bit, making Papi wince, but I take four more steps to get to him, and then I’m in his arms.

Papi lifts me off my feet and swings me through the air in a circle until I’m dizzy and giggling harder. “You did it.” He kisses all over my face before finally holding me so my naked chest is against his, my breasts pressing into his pecs.

Every time he flattens us together front-to-front like this, my skin tingles all over. I’m giddy, and he’s beaming.

My goal was to walk as soon as possible for one simple reason—I knew Papi wouldn’t have sex with me until I could do so. He has given me numerous orgasms with his fingers and his mouth, but I long to have him inside me. His cock, not his tongue or his fingers. Those are nice, too, but I want the real deal. I want to feel as close to him as I did that night. I crave it like water in a desert.

“Will you have sex with me now?” I ask boldly.

Papi chuckles. “Now? This second?”

I nod. “You said if I walked…”

His laughter fills the room as he nuzzles my neck and kisses behind my ear. A second later, he pierces the sensitive spot behind my ear, driving my arousal higher than it’s been in days.

Papi hasn’t nicked me like that for several days. He didn’t want to tempt me or tease me, but apparently all bets are off now. He carries me from the room and into his bedroom where he gently lowers me onto the middle of the mattress on his enormous bed.

Without a word, he removes my diaper and stares down at me while he grabs a cloth from the nightstand. I whimper while he takes his time wiping my skin before dropping his lips to my nipple and nicking me again.

I moan and arch my chest, grabbing his biceps with both hands.

Papi shifts his attention to my other breast and nicks that nipple, too, before kissing a path down my tummy until he’s lying on his chest between my legs. He spreads them wide with his huge palms, flicks his tongue over my clit, and pierces me yet again on the swollen nub.

I cry out. I was already horny. Now I’m off the charts. And Papi doesn’t stop. He sucks the sensitive bundle of nerves, traps it with his teeth, and pricks it again.

This time, I writhe and push at his shoulders. “Papi…” I need him, but I don’t need his quill to make that feeling stronger. I’m desperate. It seems like it’s been a year since we had sex the one time. For me, it’s only been ten days, but it seems like longer. A lot has happened in those ten days.

I’m living on another planet in an alternate universe. I’m sex-craved all the time.

Papi won’t release my clit. He sucks it and flicks it and drags his teeth over the tip. And then he pierces it yet again in another spot.

I cry out. “Papi!”

He finally relents and lifts his head. He blows on the wet swollen nub before meeting my gaze.

My clit is pulsing. I’m panting and unable to focus.

“You wanted to know what it would feel like to have your clit pierced,” he says as he rises onto his knees and shrugs out of his pants.

As soon as he’s gloriously naked, his cock bobbing in front of me, I’m reminded just how huge he is. How did I ever take that monster cock inside me the first time? Even though I remember it well, and ten days wouldn’t be that long, for my body, it’s been six months since he was inside me. It’s going to stretch and hurt all over again.

Papi drops down onto his hands and knees, hovering over me. “I love your scent when you’re so horny you’re about to self-combust.”

I buck and arch and grab at his waist, his forearms, his biceps. “Please.” I’m so wet that my arousal is running out of me. My pussy is clenching, grasping at nothing.

Papi drops down between my legs. He doesn’t need to use his hand to line himself up with my channel. His cock does it on its own as though it knows exactly where it belongs.

Papi thrusts into me, filling me all at once. The stretch is too much, and it takes my breath away. My eyes roll back as I try to regain my focus. I know the twinge of pain will subside quickly like it did the first time. I also know I’ll never feel this again because we’ll never go six months without having sex again. At this moment, I’m not sure we’ll ever go six hours.

I grip Papi’s biceps, which is always awkward since my hands are so tiny and his arms are bigger than my thighs. Much bigger. I can’t wrap my hands even partway around his firm muscular arms.

But I need to hold on to him while I catch my breath and get over the tightness.

Papi doesn’t move. He cups my face, stroking my cheeks with his thumbs. “Look at me, Baby girl.”

I finally meet his gaze. I draw in a deep breath and let it out slowly, nodding. “I’m okay.” I run my hands up his back. “I’m okay,” I repeat as I lift my hips, encouraging him to move.

His brow is furrowed. “Are you sure, Little one?”

I nod. “Yes. Please…” I need the friction now. I need him to move.

He eases partway out, his gaze locked on mine.

It feels so good that I moan loudly. “Yesss… God… Do it again.”

He lets out a breath and holds my face in his palms as he thrusts slowly in and out of me. “Don’t forget what my semen is going to do to you, Baby girl. After I come, don’t fight me while I carry you to the sink to wash it off.”

I nod. “You can’t do that every time we have sex, Papi.”

“For a while, the frenzy will get worse every time. It will leave you wanting more. You’re going to be too sore today to continue mating over and over, but with time, we’ll be able to…”

I chuckle. “Fuck like bunnies?”

He frowns. “No idea what that means.”

I shrug, trying to focus even though he’s still moving slightly in and out. “Bunnies. Cute little animals. On Earth, I guess when they’re in heat they fuck a lot. So fuck like bunnies just means over and over.”

He chuckles. “We will definitely do that, but not today. Not until you can do so without cringing.”

“Okay.” I smooth my hands down to his amazing ass. I won’t argue with him. I know he worries about me, and I also know he’s right on this issue. I will be sore. I jerk my hips up. “Can we stop talking now? I need you to fuck me harder.”

Papi brings his lips to mine and kisses me with a sudden urgency that leaves me breathless. His tongue slides into my mouth, and his hands hold my head right where he wants it. I try to join the dance, my tongue tangling with his, but it’s too difficult to concentrate on our lips and tongues with his cock easing in and out, especially when he grinds the base of his erection against my clit.

I’ve never reached orgasm as quickly nor as often as I can with Raevion. It’s mindboggling how long I can stay horny even after I come. I can’t stop it, either. The second time he grinds against my clit, I shatter, crying out against his mouth.

Papi growls, and I’m pretty sure it’s because my pussy clutches his cock hard as if unwilling to let him go. A moment later, he surprises me when he pulls all the way out. He lets go of my face with one hand, jerks his arm down between us, and grabs his erection.

Papi tips his head back, and the sexiest primal noise vibrates the house as his entire body jerks. He comes against the sheet between my legs instead of inside me.

I’m sort of disappointed and confused, but before I can ask why he did that, he thrusts back into me. His hand comes back to my cheek. He’s breathing heavily.

“Why?”

He grins. “Now I can take you again.”

Ahhh. That makes sense. He only got a little of his essence on me. It’s driving me to distraction, but it’s not having nearly the same effect as if he’d filled my pussy with his copious ejaculation.

He starts fucking me again, faster and harder. I can tell he’s going to have no trouble reaching orgasm again pretty quickly, but this time, he can enjoy it more, and I can, too.

I arch my chest against his, wanting the slight hair on his pecs to rub against my nipples. It sends shivers down my spine. My nipples are so sensitive all the time, and they’re going to get worse after he has them pierced.

He kisses me, but this time with tiny nibbles all over my mouth, cheeks, and neck. When he licks the spot behind my ear, I know he’s going to prick me. I tip my head to the side, encouraging him, giving him full access to my sensitive skin.

It’s the weirdest thing having a man use a sharp quill in his mouth to inject me with an aphrodisiac, but I crave it like a drug addict. I love the feeling. My eyes slide closed as he nicks me two or three times, making my nipples feel harder and more sensitive while my clit swells and rubs against him. How are my nipples and clit affected so quickly by a prick to my skin behind my ear?

It’s not something I’ll ever understand, but I don’t need to. All I need to do is enjoy it and be grateful I’m the luckiest woman in the universe.

When I come again, it’s with less urgency. The waves of my release seemingly last forever as Papi encourages me and praises me with gentle words. And then he reaches his orgasm right behind me, filling my womb with his seed.

The moment his copious ejaculation touches the inside of my channel, I gasp, and the frenzy begins. I’m not as scared this time. Papi will take care of it. He will always take care of me in every possible way.