Chapter 3: Chapter Three

They returned to her cabin later in the afternoon, after she had explored the consulate, including the shops, the cafeteria, and the nursery, where she had interacted with the orphaned Dazon babies under the care of General Monash’s wife, Mary Catherine, while awaiting adoption. Now, she seemed tired, but still in a good mood, as they returned to her cabin. They folded back into the living room from where they had left, and he stood awkwardly near her. “Would you like me to secure other accommodations, Amelia? Or perhaps you would allow me to sleep on your couch?”

She shook her head, coming closer to him. Amelia took his hand in hers, placing it against her chest. He thought it was the general location of the human heart, but he was sidetracked by his hand being so close to her nipple. “I’d like you to stay with me. I don’t know what I feel yet, but I sense the potential for it to grow. Humans don’t have a meeting flare like Dazons, but there’s something that feels right about you and me. Does that make sense to you?”

He nodded. “I have my shea to guide me, so I know you’re my mate, but even without shea or the mating instinct, I’m certain I would have known we belong together.”

She surprised him by putting her arms around him and stretching her head upward. She was tall for an Earth woman, but still a foot-and-a-half shorter than he was. He bent his head, and when that still didn’t do it, he lifted her curvy body in his arms and held her against him as he kissed his mate for the first time. It was like fireworks shooting through him, and heat seared his nerve endings.

Their mouths fit together as though perfectly fashioned for each other, and he cupped her buttocks in his hands to hold her against him as she wrapped her thighs around his waist. He wanted to sink into the heat between her legs, even as he wanted to prolong the moment and touch her forever. It was a strange combination of emotions that overwhelmed him, and he surrendered to his shea as it guided him to take her to the bedroom.

He couldn’t bear to be parted from her when they reached her room, not even long enough to lay her down before joining her. Somehow, in an awkward maneuver that she didn’t seem to mind, he laid her on the bed and went with her, their bodies still entwined. They continued to kiss, and her hands roamed freely over him, sliding underneath the tight shirt to stroke his abdomen.

He hissed in pleasure when she raked her nails down his nipples, and his already-hard cock got even harder, pressing insistently against the tight basketball shorts. He had secured a new uniform while at the Moon Consulate, but he hadn’t bothered to exchange the mechanism in his suit just yet. Now, he regretted that, because he could have been naked with the flick of a switch. Instead, he’d have to remove his clothes the Earth way.

He discovered he might have been in error with that assessment a moment later, when Amelia pushed him onto his back and straddled him, pulling down his shorts below his knees before returning to her perch on his thighs.

He felt unexpectedly shy as he was exposed to her, and heat scorched his cheeks.

She sat above him, his perfect curvy goddess, smiling down with gentle understanding. “Is it your first time?”

He nodded. “Mates are unusual in my world, as you probably know.”

She nodded. “I’ve heard that about Dazons. I’ve also heard this interesting and intriguing rumor that I never expected to have a chance to verify for myself.” She licked her lips.

He frowned in confusion. “What rumor is that?”

“They say Dazon males’ cum tastes delicious. It’s super sweet, and some women claim it’s addictive.”

He let out a small moan as her head dipped lower, realizing her intent. It was more than he’d ever dreamed of, and when her warm mouth slid over his cylindrical shaft a moment later, he bucked his hips on instinct. “Amelia,” he said, more of a sigh than a true utterance.

She swirled her tongue around the tip, moaning her own pleasure. Apparently, she had verified the rumor as true. He hoped fervently that she grew addicted to him, because it would give her another reason to keep him around.

He didn’t think she could actually become physically addicted to his essence, but he could hope he became as necessary to her existence as she was to his. That she was allowing him in her bedroom and being so intimate with him boded well for their future, and his shea seemed to sense they would bond as mates eventually.

She did amazing things with her mouth and tongue, things he was certain his friends would have believed impossible, all being as inexperienced as himself, aside from experimenting with each other. It sent a jolt through his stomach and made his testicles tighten when she took almost all of his shaft into her mouth, the tip resting against the back of her throat.

He moaned and arched his hips, stilling a moment later when she pulled back. He feared he’d hurt her, but if he had, it had only been a brief pain and clearly hadn’t dampened her ardor. She continued to suck and caress him with her cheeks and tongue until an intense orgasm escaped him. It wasn’t the first time Titus had ever come, because he had seen to his own needs for years, but it had never been like this.

Even in his youth, when he had experimented with other Dazon males, none of them had elicited this sort of pleasure. He wasn’t certain if it was because she was so thorough in her attention, or if it was simply because of the connection he felt with his mate that he’d lacked with anyone else.

When her mouth left him a moment later, and she sat on her calves, she looked smugly satisfied. “That’s one rumor that’s actually true,” she said with a wink. “You’re delicious. It’s different from humans. Not as thick, and almost too sweet. A bit bitter to start with, but very pleasant.” The way she licked her lips and eyed his cock, already stirring back to life, suggested she wanted to do it all again.

Before she could, he grabbed her gently and flipped their positions, so he was lying on top of her. He wasn’t opposed to allowing her free access to his cock anytime she wanted to suck it, but at the moment, he wanted to be buried in her body instead. With single-minded determination, he stripped off her pants and shirt, leaving her in just white panties and a white bra. They were simple, but contrasted beautifully with her dark skin. He couldn’t hide his pleasure when he saw the folds of her pussy through the white underwear, having grown translucent with her own juices. He pulled them away from her body eagerly, slipping his fingers between her folds to stroke her. “I’m not sure what you like.”

She let out a small moan. “I like that. I like it even more if you go up about an inch. Yeah, there…almost there… Right there.” She let out a small moan.

Her moans increased in intensity when he rubbed the spot a little more forcefully, making her hips buck off the bed. In curiosity, he parted her folds as wide as he could with his fingers and examined her anatomy. He quickly discovered the spot she liked so well was a glistening pink bud, and he bent his head to taste her as she had done for him.

She was sweet and salty on his tongue, and he realized he was the one in danger of becoming addicted as her juices flowed into his mouth, and he licked her, exploring her slit from that little bud all the way down to her opening. When he plunged his tongue inside her, she cupped his head, unable to grab handfuls of his short hair, but holding him locked against her as she writhed against him. He was certain she was approaching an orgasm of her own, and he continued to lick her in what he hoped was the right way as she thrashed underneath him.

She almost screamed his name when her channel tightened around his tongue a moment later, and more of her fluids escaped. She was soaking wet, and a swell of pride filled him to know he had done that to her.

“Enough foreplay. Fuck me, Titus. I need you now.”

He couldn’t ignore the command in her tone, and he didn’t want to. He switched positions, moving higher up the bed to bring his cock against her wet folds. “Guide me in so I don’t hurt you, love.”

Amelia grasped his shaft, finding just the right spot, and pulled him gently inside her. He arched his hips to take possession of his lover, as she claimed him. When he sank inside her completely, an unknown emotion swept through him. It was deeper than the mating flare, and even more meaningful somehow. It was confirmation that he had found the woman for him, and he didn’t question it. Having lived a life led by his shea, he was unsurprised when it burned brightly in him, assuring him this was where he belonged.

She clung to him, her fingers digging into his buttocks as she held him against her. He moved slowly at first, testing her boundaries and finding spots that made her most responsive. Once he determined how and where to thrust, he got caught up in the rhythm. She clearly was as well, clinging to him as she moaned occasionally, a look of complete concentration on her face.

Her gaze locked with his, and tenderness passed between them. There were details to figure out, but he was confident he’d found his mate, and his future was with the woman beneath him. She came first, her sheath tightening around him in a rhythmic fashion that coaxed another orgasm from him. He emptied himself completely inside her, clutching his mate for dear life, never wanting to let her go.

Afterward, they laid together, breathing heavily and not speaking for a long moment. Finally, his mate stirred slightly. “Wow,” she said with a sigh.

“Wow?” he repeated questioningly. “Is that a good thing?” His translation program indicated it was, but he didn’t know how it applied to the situation.

She nodded, giving him a small grin. It seemed to be all she was capable of at the moment. He had a flash of guilt for having reduced her to this exhausted state when she was still recovering from the ROMKS and her dose of nanotechnology.

“It’s a very good thing. Considering you’d never done that before, you’re pretty amazing. I can’t wait to see what you can do when you learn some more tricks.”

“I’ll learn whatever you wish me to, as long as you’re the one teaching me.”

Amelia giggled. “I have a feeling you can teach me a thing or two as well, love.”

His hearts stuttered in his chest at the word. He was certain she was simply mimicking the endearment he had used earlier, and she was nowhere near ready to confess love for him, but just hearing the word on her lips was enough to make his hearts race in his ears. He knew someday he would hear those words from her in the context for which he most longed, and that was all he needed. The promise of the future was enough to sustain him until they reached that point.

He had found his mate, and after she had accepted him in her bed, he was certain she believed it as well. The future would work itself out, and he was certain he would be beside the woman in his arms. Folding across the stars and all the other things he’d done to reach her had been worth it to find his true home with Amelia.