Steph's Outcast

I give her folds one last, possessive lick, thrusting against the furs as the last of my own release hits me. "Steff," I rasp, rubbing my face over her cunt. The need to keep touching her, to keep stroking her and tasting that soft skin, it is overwhelming. "Did I please you?"

She sighs, wriggling slightly under me. "God, yes."

Good. I am pleased. I press kisses to her damp folds, licking up every drop of her.

She squirms under me. "What are you doing, Juth?"

"I am cleaning you," I tell her. "The others will smell what we have been doing, so I am licking your cunt clean, because no one should smell your sweetness but me."

"Oh Jesus. You think they'll smell that?" Her legs twitch as my tongue moves over her.

"Without a doubt." I keep licking. She keeps producing more of that delicious wetness, and when I lick her, she quivers, so I keep going. I love her quivers. I love her taste. And when she squeezes me with her thighs again and makes another whimper, I look up. Steff's face is flushed once more, and her expression the one she makes when she is lost in her pleasure. "Are you going to come again?"

"If you keep licking me like that, yes." She shifts her weight, trying to move. "I can't help it."

"You would want to help it?" I am incredulous. To think I can make her come again so quickly. I had no idea such things were possible. I clutch her thighs, spreading them when she squeezes me too tight, and lick small, teasing circles around her spot. The way her body responds tells me that she is, indeed, about to come again. She is so sensitive that it will not take much, and between my thumb and my finger dipping into the entrance of her body, I wring another climax from her in quick succession.

I had no idea this was possible, and just the realization that I made my beautiful, soft mate come twice now? I feel as if I could float on air. With a grin, I nuzzle her cunt and lick her new wetness away. "Quit squirming," I tell her. "Or I will not be able to finish before the others return."

"Have mercy," is all she gasps, but I think she is pleased. I know I am.

21

STEPH

Juth is a man obsessed after that afternoon tryst. In the next week, it doesn't matter how chaotic things are in camp, or how busy it might be, Juth watches for a private moment. I might be sitting by the fire, working on sewing newly worked hides together for hut roofs when I hear “privacy” whispered in my ear, and then the next thing I know, I'm bent over the nearest rock, getting my pussy eaten out.

Juth loves to go down on a girl more than anyone I've ever dated, male or female.

It's happening at least twice a day right now. Once at some point during the day, usually when Pak is playing with the other children. Then at night, when everyone's quiet and dropping off to sleep, he'll shimmy under the furs, and then the next thing I know, his mouth is on my clit and I'm biting my fingers, trying to muffle my cries. I'm pretty sure everyone in the tribe knows what we're up to. The cave isn't all that big, and all the aliens have a really great sense of smell.

Plus, Juth walks around with this big, smug smile on his face constantly. I'd laugh if I wasn't so very wrecked—and constantly turned on. I always make sure he gets a turn, too—I know he likes my mouth on him. He always comes quick and fast, but I make sure that he knows that I find him sexy. How can I not? He’s got huge equipment, he’s handsome and muscular and sweet, and he loves to lick pussy. Every time he makes me come, he insists on licking me right through until the next orgasm, as if he needs to prove to himself that he can make me come twice.

I've never come so hard, or so very often.

The funny thing about sex, though, is that the more you have it, the more you want it. Before Juth came into my world, I'd lived on the Icehome beach for months. I don't think I'd masturbated once, just because there was so much going on that I never felt the need. Even my crush on Flor never quite hit sexual levels. I just really liked her and was looking for an outlet—or someone to rescue, if I'm being honest with myself. But now that Juth and I are together.

God, I think about sex all the time.

I think about touching him. I think about his big, fat balls, when I've never thought of a man's balls before in my damn life. I think about his thick cock, and the spur, and I wonder how it'd feel when he's pounding away deep inside me. I think about his hands and his mouth and how I can't wait for us to have a hut of our own and some privacy.