Total pages in book: 22
Estimated words: 19577 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 98(@200wpm)___ 78(@250wpm)___ 65(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 19577 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 98(@200wpm)___ 78(@250wpm)___ 65(@300wpm)
I stroke a finger into her. She's tight and warm and wet and so keffing good, just as good as I remembered. I crook the finger I have inside her to search for the textured spot on her inner walls and I know when I've found it. Payton squeals aloud and practically pulls out a double handful of my mane. She quivers all over, her mouth open against mine as I tease that secret spot deep inside her.
She comes, and it's a thing of beauty. Her thighs tighten around my hand and she lets out a sobbing breath as she clenches all around me. Her cunt squeezes my finger in a vise, but I don't let up, not until I'm positive that she's spent. When I pull my hand free from her thighs, it's drenched with her juices, and I can't resist licking my fingers clean. "Delicious."
Payton whimpers, still spent.
I move in and press a kiss to her forehead. "I'll make you some tea."
A tired laugh bubbles out of her as I get up, and she gives me a dazed look. "You...that was incredible. How did you know how to do that?"
In the kitchen, I fill the teapot with water and put it on the hot pad. "What do you mean? We had sex, Payton. That is how you became pregnant."
"Not sex," she says, struggling to sit up. I head back to her side and help her get comfortable, pulling her dress back down around her knees and then fluffing her pillows. Payton reaches absently for me, trailing her fingers through the fur on my arm as I return to the kitchen, as if she's reluctant to let me go, and I purr low in my belly. "The thing," she says. "With your fingers. Inside me. How did you know to do that?"
"You told me about it," I remind her. "In fact, you yelled instructions in my ear until I got it right that night we were together."
She's silent. I pour her tea and when I look over, her hands are over her face.
"Are you well?" I ask, bringing her favorite mug.
"I am utterly mortified, thanks for asking."
I chuckle at her reaction. So very modest. "There is no need for mortification. You directing me helped me immensely. I would have been far more embarrassed if I'd been unable to please you."
"You pleased me," she says, even as she takes the cup of tea from me. "My toes might never uncurl."
It is a small compliment, but one that fills me with pride. I am seeing to her needs—all of them. For me, it is no longer about just wanting to stay here on this planet. It is about wanting to stay with her. With my children. If she left for a space station, I would follow despite the havoc it would wreak on my lungs, simply because I need to be with her. "Drink your tea and then I will help you clean up and get to bed," I tell her. "You look tired."
She smiles up at me, her eyelids heavy, and I can't resist stroking my knuckle over her cheek. Go slow, I remind myself. Don't scare her away. But when she gestures at the couch and indicates I should sit with her while she drinks, I sink down next to her and pull her close. She leans against me, her musky scent lingering in the air and mingled with notes of tea. "You and your tea."
"Tea is soothing. Breathing in the steam helped my lungs when they hurt," I say, running my fingers through her hair. "After a while, it just became a thing. It makes me feel better. Tell me you don't feel better after a nice warm mug."
"It's just...thoughtful." Payton takes another sip. "I'm not used to being taken care of, not before you got here. I was a slave for so long and even back on Earth, no one took care of me. I was the one that did all the work. It's taking some adjusting."
"I enjoy doing things for you."
"Because you want to stay here on this planet," she teases.
"At first that was why, yes." I say the words slowly, because I don't want her to feel pressured. "But I like taking care of you, because I am taking care of our children, too."
"Right. The children."
It feels like the wrong thing to say. Like I've messed things up somehow. I would take care of her even if there were no children, but confessing that feels like I would be putting too much pressure on her too soon. So I say nothing, simply rub her arm. "I should return to the barn. The new pen should be finished tomorrow and I want to make sure the bots are programmed to bring the meat-stock to the new location."