Page 69 of My Tiny Giant
The pleasure spiked, cresting with climax. Ecstasy exploded through me, flooding my body with bliss. My hips jerked with each orgasmic wave rolling through me. Again and again.
“Shh. Down,” Agan cooed soothingly, moving his hands further away from the spot he’d made hypersensitive through his ministrations. He gently massaged around it instead until the last shudders of my climax finally subsided.
Then, he climbed back up my body again as I still panted from the array of amazing sensations he’d made me feel.
“Was it good?” Crouching on my shoulder, he moved a stray lock of my hair away from my face, the scarf I used to hold it back long lost behind the pillow somewhere.
“It was...” I rolled my head his way. “It was unexpectedly amazing, Agan.”
“Unexpectedly?” He cocked his head, genuine interest shining through humor in his eyes. “What did you expect?”
Regardless of his or mine prior experiences, what had just happened was something that neither of us had ever done before.
“No idea, honestly. All of this is so new.” I smiled lazily.
The post-orgasmic bliss was taking over my body, making my arms and legs feel warm and heavy. I kept smiling, relaxed and comfortable. It might be the weirdest night of my life, but it also might be the happiest one, I realized.
“Exactly how long are you staying in Voran, Eleven?” he asked suddenly, yanking me out of my blissful state by forcing me think about the reality.
“Ten more days.” The two weeks of my initial leave were almost up. However, since the operation in the professor’s house took place during that time, Rick had given me an extra week. Initially, I’d planned to refuse it. My new suit was almost ready, and I knew I was needed back on Tragul. “How about you?”
“I don’t know. For now, they want me to go through medical evaluations. For monitoring.”
“When are the evaluations?”
I felt his shrug as he shifted from my shoulder to the crook of my arm. “Daily.”
“Today too, then?”
“I skipped today. It was much more fun getting the pants made.” A smile filtered into his voice.
I could see how he’d prefer my measuring him to being examined in the lab.
“Will you have to go back to the entertainment unit any time soon?” I asked.
“I don’t want to go back. Being teased doesn’t offend me, but it is growing old and wearing me down. I want to stay with you. At least for as long as you’re still on this planet. Can I, please?”
Right now, I believed Agan needed me even more than Tragul did.
“Sure, Agan. You can stay for as long as I’m here.” I tried not to think about what would come after, when I’d have to leave.
He snuggled deeper into the crook of my elbow, gliding his hand over the fine, blonde hairs on my forearm.
“You do have fur, Eleven,” he said. “In quite a few places.”
His delighted smile made me laugh. “And that makes you happy?”
“I’d have you any way I can, fur or not.” He placed a soft kiss on my “furry” arm. “Good night, Eleven. Sleep well.”