One Thousand Brides by Solange Ayre

must have read my computer records.”
    Read them? He’d practically memorized every tiny detail the data yielded. Every aspect of her fascinated him.
    He wished he’d known her for years. He could have loved her when they were gawky adolescents together, before she grew into the breathtaking beauty who had attracted Primus Taddus’ notice.
    “If we were married, I’d have you tell me something different about you every day. We’d record it on the computer so our young could hear about your life.”
    “So you’d actually want to hear about my ‘old, primitive’ life on Earth?”
    “I want to hear everything. Because I love you.”
    She snuggled against him, rubbing her face against his neck. “Let me do something to please you. Please let me try,” she begged. “Maybe it won’t work. But I’d love to give you an orgasm.”
    He raised his eyebrows, wondering what she was thinking. “Go ahead.”
    “Lie on your back.”
    He stretched out.
    “Open your legs,” she told him. When he did, she knelt between them. As always when he was with her for any length of time, his organ was erect.
    Holding his penis by the base, she lowered her head and took it in her mouth. She closed her lips around the head. He raised up on his shoulders, watching as she pumped her hand up and down. Her lips traveled over his shaft, sucking hard.
    The sensation was incredible. He knew he wouldn’t be able to experience an orgasm this way. But her hand and mouth on his penis, both at the same time, was one of the most pleasurable things he’d ever experienced. He shook and gasped as her hand moved faster and her hot mouth took him deeper.
    Her lips, slick and wet, stroked his long shaft. He felt himself growing, swelling even larger. She was doing her best and the pleasure was intense—almost unbearable.
    “If only I could mount you now,” he gasped. “Janis—stop. I can’t take any more.”
    She raised her head, sorrow in her eyes. “I wish I could give you an orgasm.”
    He said sadly, “It’s not your fault, beautiful one. Terilian males just aren’t made that way.” As she moved up close to him, he stroked her cheek. “I’ve never had such pleasure from a female’s mouth before.”
    “I can hardly wait until the Spring Running. I want to have sex with you. I want you to have an orgasm while you’re inside me.” She kissed him, then murmured against his mouth, “I want to make you happy.”
    He caressed her nipples through her tunic, rolling them between his fingers until her breathing changed to short gasps. “Then tell me you love me,” he demanded.
    “I…I don’t know what to say.” Her eyes avoided his.
    “Tell me.”
    “It’s too soon. Don’t press me.”
    He stroked her face again. “Turn on your stomach and raise up on your knees and elbows. I want to give you pleasure.”
    She sat up, shaking her long hair back, gazing at him doubtfully.
    “Trust me.”
    She did as he asked. Hungrily he stared at her. Inside her tunic, her breasts hung freely. In this position, they looked ripe and luscious, like polchoi ready to drop from the tree.
    He raised the hem of her tunic, exposing the darkening, swelling lips of her vagina.
    His organ quivered. She was in the prime position to be mounted.
    Coming up behind her on his knees, he said, “Remember this position. When we meet at the Spring Running, I’ll take you this way first.” He put his hands on her butt cheeks, rubbing them, squeezing them until she moaned.
    Her lovely anus seemed to beg to be touched. He circled it with his thumb, teasing the tender flesh at its perimeter.
    “Delos!”
    “Don’t you like that?”
    “I’m not sure. No one’s ever touched me there before.”
    “I’ll stop anytime you say.”
    She was silent, so he continued rubbing his thumb over the puckered hole. Then he slid his fingers up her labia.
    “You’re wet for me,” he said. “You’re always soft when I touch you. And so wet.”
    Her voice shook. “I love