Tempted by Celestial Bodies

Chapter 8

chapter eight

thalan - two years later

For someone who once owned a diner, my mate was a terrible cook.

She was, however, absolutely perfect in every other way—most especially early in the morning, when I woke to the suns-rise and the sensation of her mouth and hands on my cocks.

“Good morning, my lady of the diner,” I said, my palm on the back of her head as she bobbed her mouth on my throbbing upper cock, her hand stroking its length. “I would not think you would have the energy for this. Not after last night.”

Ariel sucked me hard as she withdrew her mouth and grazed my tender flesh with her teeth, eliciting a growl low in my chest. When she looked up at me, her eyes twinkled, and she licked my swollen cock head to catch a drop of precum on her tongue. “You know me better than that, Thalan.”

I held out my arms. “Then bring that beautiful pussy to me, my love.”

She gave each of my cocks one long last lick before obeying. I lifted her with my hands around her waist to settle her with her knees on each side of my face, so those slick pink folds were within reach of my tongue.

“Open yourself for me,” I said.

Often she playfully argued when I demanded her cooperation as a reminder of our first encounter at her diner. But today she did as I asked, parting her folds with two fingers and showing me the sensitive pearl already swollen—or still swollen from last night’s sex.

With my hands on her hips to guide her movements, I closed my lips on this sweet pearl, sucking and flicking it with my tongue. Her cries of ecstasy and the way she rode my face had become as familiar and welcome to me as my old ship had been. No, more familiar and welcome, because they signified how much she desired and loved me.

And for that, I would give her everything her heart desired, and everything that was in my power to give.

She came on my tongue with a wail, her hands clutching the metal bars of our new headboard. It was our fourth such piece of furniture since moving into our home on Pallasia, and much sturdier than previous versions. We were rough on our furniture and not just in our bedroom. My mate desired my attentions anytime we were together, wherever that might be.

A few minutes later, when she was astride my hips, her pussy and ass filled with my cocks, I watched her with her head thrown back, deep in the throes of pleasure. We had a mirror above our headboard as well, because now she loved to watch us make love, as she called it. It was an old-fashioned term from her home planet, she’d explained, but it made sense to me.

For a long time we had fucked: aboard my ship, on various space stations and planets, and finally here in the home we had built with our own hands. Somewhere during our journey, we began to make love, in the way her ancestors had called the joining of bodies for pleasure and comfort.

But we also still fucked, which was why we purchased new furniture at a rate that made the local shopkeepers quite curious.

I did not tell my Ariel to watch herself in the mirror this morning. For the moment, I was content to be the watcher while she braced herself on my chest with her hands and rode my cocks until my growls and her cries filled our home.

She came as many times as she pleased before I allowed myself to do the same. When she finally collapsed on my chest, dizzy and gasping and whimpering from our final shared release, I held her in my arms until her strength returned and her mind cleared.

At first, I had felt unhappy that the intensity of the orgasm caused by my ejaculations rendered her nearly unconscious each time we made love, but she had promised she did not mind. After hearing her gasping cries many times, and feeling her clenching in pleasure so powerfully that my cocks felt bruised, I finally believed her.

“My ledger?” I asked, my hand sliding down her side to grip her soft hip. Inside her pussy and her ass, her walls still twitched around my cocks. I was pleased by how sated she appeared. “How does my account look today?”

“Mmm.” She gave me a drowsy look through her eyelashes. “Closer and closer to that five hundred credit mark, my love. It won’t be long now before all you’ll owe me is my tip .”

I undulated my cocks so their swollen heads moved inside her. She rewarded me with a throaty moan, her fingernails digging into my chest in the way I liked.

“Your tip,” I said, kissing her hair. She had grown it out long, in the way of the Atolani. “You may ask for more whenever you like, my lady of the diner.”

“I can’t take any more now.” Ariel burrowed against my chest. “Last night, then this morning. Too much of a good thing.” After a moment, she added reluctantly, “But I should make breakfast. We’ll both need to leave for work soon.”

I thought of the culinary abominations that came from our kitchen and had a far better idea. “Let us clean ourselves,” I said, and moved my cocks just enough so she would raise her head and glare at me, because her glare made my blood rush and heart sing. “I do not hunger for breakfast—not when there are so many parts of you I would much rather have in my mouth.”

“Gods above, Thalan.” She sighed. “What part of I can’t take any more did you not understand?”

“I understand none of those words.” I slipped my cocks from her and gathered her in my arms. “I am a simple builder of homes now. But I insist that you can and will take more.”

As I carried her to the adjoining room for bathing, she kissed me with her hands on either side of my face. “Stubborn man. What can I do with you?”

“Anything you want, Ariel,” I promised. “And everything you can dream of.”

Her smile turned mischievous. “In that case, I have an idea.”

My cocks began to throb anew. “Tell me.”

She did.

We did not go to our jobs that day. And the next morning, we had to purchase a new bathing tub. If the shopkeeper wondered why, he had the very good sense not to ask.