CHAPTER NINE

 

 

- Rachel

I wake up with Amari between my legs—again. This time I realize exactly what it is! I guess since I wasn’t upset yesterday, he figures he has the right. Not that I’m complaining!

As I peer down my body at him in the low light of the room, I see his hair waving around wildly and I can’t resist grabbing it. Sinking my fingers into it, it flows right up my arms. Sliding sensuously across me, it almost tickles until it wraps around my nipples. Tightening on my nubs like a noose, it takes my breath away with pleasure. How does he control that? Does he control that? I wish I could ask him…

His tongue sets a steady pace across my clit as if he found it and will never let it go. Wait—no, he does as he slides his tongue down tortuously to press inside me. His moan of enjoyment is almost obscene, but I can’t be scandalized as the waves of sensation rolls through me.

This time, he rolls around my clit firmly. I look down and see him looking up at me at the same time I notice his finger pressing inside me. It’s a welcome feeling as my clenching channel misses his tongue. His fingers feel large as he presses inside me slowly. He never lets up on my bundle of nerves that makes me shake and moan.

“Amari…” I pant out breathlessly. Our eyes meet again as he presses inside and my orgasm shoots through me like a super nova. My legs tighten around his head and he sucks furiously at my clit while plunging his finger in and out of me. I see stars! My body tightens more as it continues to go on and on.

The first thing I realize as I come back to my senses is that I have his head in a vice grip. “I’m so sorry!” I pull my hands from his scalp and rub his head where I gripped it with his legs. As I sit up, I see he is naked between my legs and his tight ass flexes as he smiles at me. He’s like a sculpture between my legs. Perfect in every way.

I think about how I need to take care of him. That’s only fair, right? I’ve never given a blow job before but I’m sure it will be fine. How hard can it be?

As he turns to his side, I realize that he's been laying on another cloth. He nonchalantly uses it to wipe up the remnants of his come from beneath him. He came when I did. How sexy is that?

Plain me, Rachel Hunt, made a man come just because he ate me out. I’ve never been sexy and I’m definitely not outgoing. I’ve still been working on the fine art of applying makeup. I didn’t have my mother to show me how since she passed when I was twelve.

Never, ever has anyone been seriously interested in me. I would be aware. Just like I know right now he just honestly likes me. There’s no pretense or ulterior motive. When I reach out to sense him, all I sense is… love.

Which can’t be totally right? Maybe he doesn’t get much company? He eats me out like a rock star, but I have nothing to compare it to either. I just know I really, really like him too and I’m super attracted to him. Who wouldn’t be?

Taking the same cloth, he wiped up with, he folds it and wipes me gingerly too. How sweet. Impulsively, I reach for his head and pull him towards me, lightly giving him a peck on the corner of his mouth. “Thank you.” It’s silly to be at the oral sex stage of our relationship when we’ve never even kissed!

I taste myself on his lips and I’m surprised to notice my pussy clench in anticipation. I’m always so horny around him. There’s a dull ache inside me that borders comparatively to period cramps. It's more like ovulation symptoms, where there’s a little pain.

Watching Amari, his strange eyes flash at me as he gets up and hands me a bundle with more berries and dried meat. It looks like he’s been up for a while since things are picked up around the small room.

He’s brought my clothes in from by the falls. They’re lying folded by the side of the bed. As I pull them over and start to get dressed, I realize that he washed them. Some of the spots of dirt I noticed before are gone, and of course, the body odor is no longer in them.

“Thank you for washing my clothes.” Amari’s eyes flash as I run my hands down my shirt, trying to let him know I’m thanking him for being so considerate. He even folded them. He’s packing his backpack bag and stops to watch me with interest. “Thank you. For washing these.” It takes me a minute to realize that the way I’m stroking down my chest is why he’s gone so still.

Blushing, I turn and pick up my shoes, sitting down on the edge of his bed to put them on my feet. I wasn’t trying to be sexual but if he feels anything like me… we may never get out of here. Focus. Finishing up with my sneakers, I peek up at him.

When he motions me towards the door, I realize he’s already dressed. He's wearing what looks like a short sarong and that’s about it. The wild and barbaric wardrobe must be my thing because my pussy is so ready to go. I try to discretely admire his mammoth arms and chest without looking like I'm gawking. I don’t know what is wrong with me? If this keeps going on, there's no doubt I will lose my virginity to this primitive alien.

He catches me off guard as he picks me up and swings me into his arms. I don’t even know why I put my shoes on! As we get to the edge of the drop off for the falls, I realize why. Clinging to the front of him, he scales the walls. Just past our toilet area, he climbs up the face of the wall and then another twenty to thirty feet up the side of the cliff. I can’t even look!

My hands and legs cramp as I squeeze him tightly, clenching my eyes shut until he stops and puts his arms around me. His big body curls around mine and he takes a long inhale while his face is buried in my neck. Opening my eyes cautiously, I get my first real glimpse at this place I’m now living, and it definitely isn’t earth!