"Relax," I whispered as I began kissing her mouth to distract her. Her eyes stayed open for a few seconds, but then she finally got back into the passion of things. I kept my mouth on hers as I worked my knob deeper inside of her locked canal of pleasure. She groaned, moaned and yelped a few times, but never screamed.
We were still kissing, mouths wide open like inexperienced teenagers when her orgasm came on. The fit that she had nearly forced me out of her vice grip vagina. I used my toes for leverage against the mattress to keep her impaled. She twisted and squirmed through a climax that must lasted more than two minutes. My calves were aching from the amount of force required to keep my plugger from plopping out.
Eventually, as she was regained her breath, and her sanity, I took my turn. It was my goal to climax together, but the amount of focus required of me made that nearly impossible. However, watching her orgasm so wonderfully helped me along.
I was able to thrust deep inside of her at a quicker pace without hurting her, and she eagerly encouraged me to do so. There would be no yogurt slinging tonight. Not on this delicate flower of a lady. My balls would release their gift deep inside of her as they were meant to do.
I did my absolute best to stare into her eyes as I came. She seemed to be enjoying watching my expression as I did. But the sensation was too intense. I had to clench my face up for a few seconds at the end.
I was glad to see when I reopened my eyes that she wasn't crying. No, instead she looked very happy.
"Oh, Kash, that was wonderful," she said with a smile.
"Really?" I asked. I had put so much effort into it, I would have been extremely disappointed if it wasn't at least enjoyable.
"It hurt a lot at the beginning, of course," she explained. "And again at the end, but in a good way. Honestly, it was much better than I expected. You did that, right?"
"Did what?" I asked as I continued to catch my breath.
"You made it special for me," she said with genuine appreciation. "Even though it meant that it wouldn't be special for you."
"It was special for me," I objected.
"That's not what I mean," she responded. Then with a kiss to my forehead, "I love you Kash. And I trust you. Whatever you have to do to keep the others in line, I understand. I won't give you any grief. Just let me share your bed every night and I will be the happiest wife in the universe."
Wife?
CHAPTER EIGHT:
A couple hours after I relieved Honeysuckle of control room duty, my self-proclaimed wife joined me. Claiming that she couldn't sleep without me in the bed, she sat her lovely rump on my lap as I watched the boring periodic flow of data on my screen.
Cinnamon had put her uniform back on, but the memory of her recent naked body in my arms made all the difference. The intense sexual experience did as well. It wasn't just short-lived like getting off could often be. No, our relationship had changed dramatically. I finally understood what she was trying to say about her being at a disadvantage compared to Honey.
I didn't want sex to make that big of a difference. Cinny was bringing out a good side of me that I wasn't sure even existed before we had met. I told myself that we could be in love and remain somewhat platonic. But the human body simply wasn't built that way. Surely, I wasn’t the only male that needed more.
The sexual connection was reportedly much more meaningful to most women than men back on Earth. Once a woman had sex with a man, assuming that she wasn't overly promiscuous, she tended to feel like she owned him. Or at least that she had entered a serious relationship with the man. Guys could be like that too, if they fell in love in the process. But women's internals made them feel that way without them having much control over it.
Somewhere deep down inside we were all animals to an extent. Men more so in some ways. We see a nice female of our species. We desire association with that female, hoping that it will eventually lead to sexual penetration and release. Then we go on about our business. It was a chemical process engrained in us to help our species survive. We could fight it as much as wanted, but at the core of the situation it remained the same.
That is why seconds after an orgasm with the most wonderful woman in the galaxy, my mind wondered to what I needed to do next. It didn't mean that I didn't love her. We were simply organic robots following our programming.
Then, once she was back in my lap, my hormones kicked in again. I couldn't stop touching her body, caressing her as if I was trying to coax her into a horny state again so soon.
"Don't you two have a room for that kind of thing," Strawberry said as she strolled in. She looked well rested as she slid into the seat beside me.
"We already did that kind of thing," Cinnamon announced bashfully. Her afterglow was brighter than the sun.
"Well, good for you, girl," Strawberry replied without even glancing toward us. "Anything new on the scanners?"
"No, not that I can tell," I answered.
"Strawberry," my lap girl addressed the new arrival. "Do you love Kash?"
That got the redhead to look our way with her unique pink eyes. Hesitantly, she replied, "I'm fond of your man, but not near to
