Free Alien Terrain by Iris Astres Page A

him; she could see it. It was a
lame attempt at banter, and Jane wished she could take it back. In fact she’d
been trying to blow him off now for a while. “ Unacceptable,” he’d said. “You’d
best unlearn it quick.”
    “I was selfish,” Raj said.
    “You weren’t selfish.”
    “I was,” he said. “Let me explain.” He settled into his
explaining pose again, and she was happy because even when he pissed her off,
she liked the way he talked. “Backusians, like myself ,
love sex. All sex. But we all have a secret favorite
in the range of acts that we perform. What I like”—he leaned a little forward
and a pounding started in her chest again—“what I like is to lick a woman’s
pussy until she’s come so many times she can’t stand up. After which I like to
fuck that pulsing mound until she comes again. That’s what I was thinking of
when I ignored your many signals. I wanted to use my mouth on you. To get my
head between your legs and build the kind of orgasm that would echo through
your pussy for so long the walls of your cunt would keep beating like a heart
around me. You’ve no idea how sweet it is to slide your cock into a woman and
just fuck until those trembling walls are tightening as she starts to come
again. I wanted to feel that with you. So much so that I went against a life of
firm belief and training and chose my preference over yours.”
    He was dead serious.
    “That sounds good,” Jane said. She meant it. Blood was
coursing through her body, numbing her with keen anticipation. “You know how to
make me like it, right?”
    His face grew thoughtful. “I’m not certain, to be honest.”
    “Why don’t you find out?” Jane lay back on the bed. She
waited with her eyes closed and a thread of hope and curiosity unraveling
inside her.
    “Do it,” she said. He didn’t move. She dug her toes into his
thigh. “Make me come until my heart beats in my cunt. Then make me come again.
You said yourself we Jalimas need to be fucked to the extreme. Do what you
said.”
    “Yes.” He nodded slowly. “You are Jalima, which is not an
insult, by the way. And you do need to be fucked to extremes.”
    The mattress underneath her moved with a sudden loss of weight.
Then his hands were wrapped around her legs and he was pulling at her—one quick
yank and she was halfway down the bed. Jane raised her head and found him
kneeling on the floor. Her thighs were draped over his arms, his mouth six
inches from her pussy, so close that his warm breath feathered her mound.
    “Hold my hand.” The fingers of his left hand flexed. Jane
clasped them in her right and lay back, hoping he could make it feel as good as
he could make it sound.

 
    A BURSTING FRUIT. An ocean delicacy. The wine and cream of
béchamel. Raj had heard the taste of a moist cunt described in these and
other, less poetic ways, but to his mind no words could catch the primal flavor
he was tasting now. He loved it. Never more so than at
this very moment with Jane’s legs spread for him, her pussy wet and vibrating
against his lips.
    He hadn’t lied about this being what he loved the best in
life. Her scent had captured him from the beginning. Now he had his senses
full. And this was heaven. This was where he’d gladly live his life.
    The soft skin of her thighs brushed against his shoulder.
Her palm flexed underneath his fingers. Raj dipped his tongue into the silky
contours of Jane’s pussy, listening for her breath. His tongue was melded to
the middle of her vulva, the place between the peak above, the opening below. It was a good place to begin and end. A place to soothe, a place to set alight.
    Last night, when he’d stroked her swollen slit, he’d drawn a
detailed map of her responses in his mind. This was where he’d heard her say
it.
    Higher. Lower. There. Oh yes. Right
there.
    Not with her voice but with her breath, the tensing of her
thighs. Hips lifting, feet arched and pointed, hands pressed to his skin. He
worked the