Page 61 of Mazorium Buys a Human

“More,” I begged. I lifted my hand off his head and fussed with my bra. I’d been lucky the tailor machine had been able to make what I wanted; bras weren’t common in the universe. At this moment I didn’t feel so lucky though. I couldn’t get the catch to release.

I made a small growl of frustration, and Maz pulled his face away from my body and looked up. He brushed my hands away.

“Let me, my Mika.”

He managed to release the simple clasp, and my breasts spilled free. During pregnancy my breasts had become larger and then even more so now that I was with Maz and could eat all I wanted when I wanted.

Honestly, I was the chubbiest I’d ever been. Another wave of self-consciousness swept over me. It was like a cold splash of water.

“Maybe we should turn off the lights.”

He’d been admiring my breasts, but he looked up to meet my gaze. “Is that a human thing?”

I opened my mouth, but before I could say anything, he sounded a negative rumble.

“Your shoulders are hunched, you’re frowning slightly, and your hands are clenched. This is about you being uncomfortable. Are you in pain or mental distress?”

“It’s nothing.” I tried to close my wrap, but he captured my hands in his.

“If you’re not comfortable, then it’s everything,” he murmured, his rumbling going from a sensual, deep thrumming to a lighter purr. “You are my world. Please tell me what I can do to make you moan again.”

I felt my face get hot. “I’m, uh, not like I used to be.”

He sounded a questioning rumble. “What do you mean?”

“I’ve never been beautiful or gorgeous. I was cute when I was younger, but then I was only okay.” I was appalled that I was voicing all my insecurities, but I couldn’t seem to stop. “Nadia’s sperm donor said I was fun but my tits weren’t symmetrical enough and my face was too squinty; whatever that means. Now I’m all big and lumpy. My nipples aren’t soft anymore because of nursing Nadia, and my skin looks weird in some places from stretch marks. I’m an ugly mess.”

Maz made another negative rumble. “You’re not a mess. You’re the most gorgeous human to ever live.”

“How many humans have you met?” I asked with a sniff. “I think your sample size might be too small for accuracy.”

“That doesn’t matter; my words are the truth,” he insisted. He let go of my hands and reached up to push my wrap off my shoulders. It slithered down my arms and off my body, pooling around my feet. His head was even with my chest, and when he dropped his gaze from my face, it was almost as if I could feel the weight of his eyes on my breasts.

“It’s appropriate that you called the man a sperm donor because that was all he counts for,” he said. “If I’d been him, I would’ve known I was the luckiest male in the universe. He was obviously an idiot and probably blind. He didn’t deserve any part of you. Your body is sublime.”

He rubbed his face over my right breast, spreading oil around the taut skin and nipple. I sucked in a breath as the sensitive skin warmed and tingled. My nipple beaded, and Maz sucked it into his mouth.

Breastfeeding Nadia filled me with all kinds of happy endorphins but Maz’s mouth on me sent zings of pleasure down my spine.

When he pulled away, my nipple came out of his mouth with a little pop.

“I’m going to worship every part of your body,” he said as he kissed and rubbed his way to my other breast. “I’m going to learn what makes you gasp, what makes you moan, and what makes you scream with pleasure. I won’t ever tire of hearing all the sounds you make.”

“I don’t think, oh!”

He pulled my other nipple into his mouth, sucking and licking me. My body shook a little at all the sensations coursing through me. I’d never been this turned on in my life, and I completely forgot what I was going to say.

His hands moved to cup my ass, kneading and squeezing.

My knees turned to jelly. He pulled his mouth away from my nipple, shifted his grip to my waist, and eased me down into the nest.

“This is better,” he said, hooking his fingers into my panties and drawing them down my legs. He took his time, kissing and rubbing his scent glands over the tops of my legs as he pulled at the garment. I felt like a present being unwrapped with agonizing slowness.

When he was finally finished pulling my underwear off, he nudged my legs apart and started the process of licking and rubbing again, but this time on the insides of my legs. I gasped when he got to the top of my thighs, just below my needy sex.

“You don’t, uh, don’t need to put your mouth there,” I said in an unsteady voice. I was so primed I was sure his fingers could do the job. “Maybe you could touch me with your hand.”

“I need to rub my face over all of you,” he insisted. His tone was intense. I couldn’t close my legs because he was half laying between them, but I shoved my hands down to cover my exposed sex.