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Yes, he is here for my pleasure.
     
    I boldly climb on the bed
right between his splayed legs. Running my hands over his thick
muscles, I thoroughly enjoy the ripple of his muscles and the feel
of his soft leg hairs caressing my palms.
     
    He has a sprinkling of
purple hair on his chest, arms, and legs. I like his smooth pubic
area. It invites me to lick it, but I don’t. Not yet. I scoot up
and run my hands over his hips. When they jerk and his erection
thickens I lick my lips.
     
    I glide my hands over
every dip and groove in his muscled arms and chest. The heat in his
eyes looks like the ocean churning. I can easily get lost in the
waves. Leaning forward I lick his corded neck and then inhale his
arousing scent. Liquid drips from my center. Preparing for
penetration.
     
    As I roll one of his plum
colored nipples, I whisper, “Why do you smell so good to me? Why
does your scent arouse me like nothing else?” I don’t expect an
answer from my sesien min, but I get one.
     
    “ A substance in our skin
naturally triggers this response to us from humans. The arousal
response means we are extremely compatible. That’s why you will
like the scent of other dagrinians but only be highly aroused by a
few.” He arches when I kiss his neck and twist his nipple. “I’m
glad we are compatible. Your arousal triggers mine making our
mating extremely pleasurable.”
     
    I twist his nipple again
and the moan he releases fires my blood to a new level. Needing
more, I straddle his hips and rock into his rigid flesh. When he
tries to grab me, I put his hands over his head and hold them in
place. Those ocean waves in his eyes churn violently.
     
    Slanting my mouth over
his, I urgently explore his mouth. The touching of our tongues
sends a zapping current straight between my legs. I rock harder
into his steely erection, but I only get a little
relief.
     
    I debate guiding his
massive donger inside me but the low growl he releases says I might
not have the upper hand for long. Where is some rope when a sheila
needs it?
     
    I pull my mouth from his
and stare into his stormy eyes. “This is my time, remember?” I long
to add sesien min to the end of that sentence, but I don’t. Instead I tighten
my grip on his wrists and press them into the golden
pillow.
     
    Klimen releases a soft
growl. “For the time being. I can only be pushed so far, little
human.” He thrusts his hips upward causing me to shiver as his
steely flesh presses harder into the pearl between my spread
legs.
     
    I press his hands down one
more time and then work my way down his body. I get stuck at his
nipples for a short while. The dark plum colored points trigger
sparks in my core when I rake my tongue over them.
     
    At his low growl, I
continue my downward path. This time I don’t stop until I’m a
breath away from his dusky dark red crown. I run my fingertips
along the sides of his length and then rest my hands on his open
thighs. I love the way his muscles bunch under my touch. The
feeling is heady. I press his thighs a touch more open to let him
know I’m in charge. My clit pulses at the thought.
     
    Another growl from him
lets me know I won’t be in charge forever. I glance up to make sure
his hands are still over his head. Yep, I want to tell him he’s
being a good sesien min, but I’m not dumb enough to do
that.
     
    I inhale his scent. Down
here so close to his solid donger his aroma has my mouth watering.
I kiss and lick a path along the left side of his thick veined
erect flesh. His muscles flex under my tongue and he
groans.
     
    Needing to fully taste
him, I lap up his dark plum shaft. The pulsing of his veins makes
my clit ache. His scent and flavor is so hedonistic that I shift my
body so I can grind my pussy against his firm leg. As I press into
him we both groan.
     
    Hunger has me sucking his
beautifully fat crown into my mouth. I moan when he shivers. I grip
his shaft not surprised when my fingers don’t touch. I can’t get
much