Page 15 of Size Difference Space Cruise
"Not your mouth," I managed to get out as I thrust into her, emphasizing my words with the clear demands of my touch. "I need to be in here when I release. I need to breed you."
"Clothes," she said, resorting to short, one-word commands. "Off."
I obliged.
I wrapped around her waist, lifting her up in the air so I could pull her silken shirt up off over her head and her trousers and underwear down off her legs at the same time, pulling out of her channel just long enough to maneuver her clothing way from her bare, luscious body before I plunged back into her, partially lifting her with the urgent strokes of my filament as I took in the gorgeous visage of the fleshy folds of her naked body. She was so beautiful, so plump and shapely, with a body ripe and full in alldirections. It was going to be my first time with her, and I didn't know if I had the stamina to hold in my seed for long. I wanted to make sure she was cascading off the edge of another pinnacle before I seated myself deep inside her.
She thrashed in my grip.
"Let me go!" she demanded as she fought against the restraint where I had her suspended, up in the air next to my body, ready to set her down where I needed her.
Sudden horror filled me as I lowered her down and put her feet on the floor, unwrapping my filaments from her limbs. I withdrew the one I had been thrusting inside her, pulling back with everything as I fully released her.
Had I made a mistake in understanding? Did she not want this? Had I done something wrong?
She let out a growl and climbed up on the table. She straddled my body, her hips hovering up in the air over the pointed tip of my maleness, ready to pierce deep into her wanton depths. Instead, she leaned forward and pressed her lips against mine.
Softness.
The sensation of the touch was delicate, like the silken edge of a flower petal. I could feel it, and I wanted so much to tense my lips, to run my hand through her hair as I dragged her closer, to touch her and taste her and take her with my own arms. A tremble ran through me, a tingling as the prickling of awareness flooded into my unused limbs.
Her lips broke away from mine as she reached down between her legs, gripping my length.
She lined it up and sank down.
My body was on fire, alit from within as every nerve in my system fired with the powerful ache to take, to breed. She sank down all the way, her head tilting back as her body came flushwith mine, and I felt the slight pressure on the tip of me, the edge of internal resistance within her.
Then I realized I was looking at her, not with my optics, but with eyes that had opened to the sight of her sliding onto me. I sat up, muscles tensing as I reached out with arms and hands, wrapping them around her as her face snapped back down to mine with wide-open eyes of delight, and then I was kissing her back, my lips capturing hers as my fingers ran up her back. I lifted us up in the air with my neurofilaments so I could angle myself inside of her, pulling back and thrusting back into her, one hand sliding down to her lower back as my filaments gripped her ankles, as I slipped my tongue between her lips and tasted her with new senses. She was everything. Her inner muscles clenched around me, and I pounded into her, the wet slap of her flesh a counterpoint to my primal excitement of having, of taking, of being in her, raw and unprotected, my heart bound up in every part of her, every piece of her mind that made her beautiful.
Her hands were clawing at my back, her hips rocking in time with mine in an eager dance as she bit my lip and moaned my name.
Her channel sucked at me, quivering and clutching with urgent demands as her cries grew louder, and I lost myself.
I thrust into her and exploded, filling her with everything, painting her crevasse with my heart, soul, and body.
We stayed there like that, suspended in the air, me pressed deep inside her.
I stroked her back, feeling the quivers of her muscles, her breath fast and heavy as she clung to me, but I didn't try to withdraw. Instead, I tilted us, angling her slightly downward in alignment with my artificial gravity so that my seed would slide even deeper into her. I kissed her again, following the movement of her lips with my own, reveling in the sensation, the closenessof the touch. She was mine. I was never letting her go. I would fill her days with such joy that even the thought of leaving me would shatter her.
"I'm not letting you leave here until my seed has taken root," I murmured, letting the darkness of my thoughts spill free, as I gripped her hips a little tighter, keeping myself wedged in between her legs.
She let out a soft laugh as she ran her hands up my back, feeling where my neurofilaments connected with my head, running her fingers in and out of the many strands that wove up the being that was me.
"Good," she said, her tone amused but brooking no argument. "Except I'm meeting my friends for breakfast, so you're going to let me take a shower and go to them, or they will grab machetes and slice their way in here. You can grab me again after."
I smiled at her, admiring the way her own smile crinkled the corners of her eyes, leaving behind small lines that didn't quite fade when the smile was gone.
"Is that a promise?" I asked.
"It's a commitment," she said, then wrapped her arms around the back of my neck, dragging me close for another kiss.
I melted into her, the hard lines of my body fitting perfectly along the soft curves of hers, as we floated through space at the start of our journey together.
