Of course, the moment I think ‘distraction’， my mind goes to dirty places. I think of dropping to my knees in the snow in front of Rukh and showing him what a blow-job is. That’d be a good distraction, all right.
Then again…why not? My own breathing quickens at the thought, and imagining his reaction to my touch is enough to make my pussy damp. He definitely wouldn’t leave my side after that, would he?
Maybe it’s my cootie that’s making me so forward, but I can’t get the idea out of my head. I get on my knees and put my hands on Rukh’s hips.
His entire body twitches at my touch, and as I watch, his cock visibly elongates. This has his attention, all right. His growl is questioning, though. He isn’t entirely sure what I’m up to.
“Allow me to show you just what I have in mind,” I murmur, gazing up at him. I slide a hand up one big thigh. He’s soft like suede to the touch, and his skin is clean and a lovely blue now. Just looking at him makes my mouth water with anticipation. “Rukh belongs to Harlow.”
And I wrap one hand around his cock, and then look up to see his reaction.
He’s utterly frozen in place, my big barbarian. Not a single muscle twitches as he stares down at me.
My mouth curls into a smile at the sight of him. “Bet you never imagined this, did you?” I slide my hand over his cock, feeling his length and girth. He’s really big, but that’s not surprising. A seven foot tall alien with shoulders like a linebacker is going to have a big cock, and Rukh definitely fulfills that promise. The length – and girth – of it reminds me of my forearm, and it’s a delicious dusky blue. Veins trace over the shaft, and I slide my hand up and down the thick length in a stroking motion before leaning in and dragging my tongue over the tip.
Rukh makes a choking sound.
I glance up at him, my mouth still hovering oh-so-close to the head of his cock. “You okay?”
“Repeat,” he says in a ragged voice.
I chuckle, because my clever alien is using the few words he knows very well, isn’t he? I give him what he wants, licking the head of his cock in a leisurely fashion. The head is beaded with pre-cum, and I lap it up. My khui is resonating hard, and my thighs are clenched tight together, because touching him like this is arousing me to no end.
Funny how that works – giving him pleasure is giving me pleasure. I don’t even know if I can blame my cootie for that. I just like touching him and seeing his reaction. He looks like his mind just exploded. I lean in and give him another playful lick, enjoying myself very much.
This time, a small groan escapes him, and his hips jerk, his cock pushing against my hands.
“Ah,” I murmur. “You like that, do you?” I brush the tip of his cock over my lips, letting the head drag over my mouth. He’s big, and there won’t be any deep-throating of this man, but enthusiasm goes a long way. I decide to explore him with my mouth, nibbling down the length of his shaft and licking skin all the way to his sac. He’s warm and weighty, and I love the feel of his suede-like skin against me I have to resist the urge to rub my body up and down his, and settle for simply running my cheek and mouth all over his scaldingly-hot flesh.
His sac is heavy and tight, and I brush my fingers over it, curious to see his reaction. Is he sensitive here? Rukh jerks at my teasing touches, telling me the answer to my question. His hand goes to my hair and then pulls away again, as if not sure what to do with himself while I minister to him. I give a throaty chuckle and flick the tip of my tongue against his skin. My mouth moves over the hard ridges on top of his cock. This is a difference from humans, I note. Like his arms and his chest, he has hard plating protecting sensitive spots, and the ridged plating seems to cover the top of his cock, leaving the underside velvety soft.
I can’t help but wonder what that will feel like inside a girl. Does that make me a little pervy? Maybe.
I continue exploring him, and my fingers come upon the much-gossiped-about spur that the human women lose their shit over. It looks like nothing more than a blunted horn a few inches above his cock. I’m not really sure what the purpose of it is, but it’s there for me to play with, and so I do. I run my fingers over it, treating it like I would his cock, playing with the tip, teasing the underside, and seeing what gets a reaction from him. There’s a spot underneath, just where his spur joins with his skin, that is especially sensitive. When my finger grazes over it, his entire body jerks and his breath hisses from his throat.
“You want to learn some language?” I purr at him, my cootie throbbing mercilessly in my breast. It’s making me into a total wanton, and I don’t even care. “Here’s something for you to learn. Repeat after me. Lick.” I lean in and lick the head of his cock. “Taste.” I drag my tongue down over one thick vein. “Suck.”