Total pages in book: 159
Estimated words: 144433 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 722(@200wpm)___ 578(@250wpm)___ 481(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 144433 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 722(@200wpm)___ 578(@250wpm)___ 481(@300wpm)
I am not a fan of defecating animals.
Inside, Maeve's faint scent trails through the air, and I follow it to our bedroom, full of righteous indignation. Maybe it's that I know my wife will make me feel better about things, or that I can smell the faint scent of her soap, but my cock is getting hard as I approach. By the time I make it to the bedroom, I've got a full-blown erection and it's growing difficult to maintain my indignation. Maeve's scent is far too distracting.
Over the past three years, we've settled into a comfortable routine. Some might call it boring, but I think of it as pleasant and enjoyable. We're not an exciting couple that goes out to all the space stations to see the sights. We stay home and enjoy each other's company. We read books together. I'm teaching her how to read praxiian common. I genuinely love waking up every day and seeing Maeve at my side. And if that means we have sex at night, under the covers, instead of me throwing her against a counter and thrusting wildly? I'm all right with that.
Today, though?
Today I definitely want to fling her against a counter and rut her like a wild animal.
I adjust my aching cock as I enter the room, holding the datapad aloft with my other hand. "Maeve! You need to see this!"
She comes out of the lavatory, her silky hair damp and falling over her shoulders. The scent of her hits me like a fist to the gut, and I all but stagger. A low growl starts in my throat, and my cock swells even larger.
"See what?" she asks, moving toward me. She's not wearing a bra under her shift, and the material is damp, clinging to her body. Her nipples are outlined perfectly against the thin fabric, and it's gossamer enough that I can see the gorgeous tuft of fur between her thighs. Her eyes are luminous and soft and her scent is...divine.
I groan, tossing the datapad down onto the bed and pulling her against me. I bury my face against her neck, drinking in her scent, and then pause. There's a little something different here...
"You can smell the noli, I take it," Maeve says, a chuckle escaping her.
Aha.
No wonder my cock is acting as if it is a ravening monster. "Noli?" I manage, dragging the neck of her shift aside to expose her delightful shoulder and the spot I love to kiss the most.
"Just a touch," she tells me, breathless.
A touch is more than enough. I hold up a finger and move to the comm panel in our bedroom. "Everyone out of the house," I say. "For the rest of the day."
"Just the praxiians," Maeve corrects, breathless. Her skin is flushed where I touched her, and her nipples are tight against the fabric. The sweet tinge of her arousal adds to the mingle of scents in the air, and my cock all but jumps in response.
"Just the praxiians," I bark out onto the comm again, and then turn it off. I race over to our door, lock it, and then prowl back to my wife, who looks quite proud of herself. "Only one praxiian gets to smell you."
"That sounds good to me." And she sits on the edge of the bed and spreads her thighs so I can get a good whiff of her.
With a groan, I push down atop her, bearing Maeve down onto the mattress. I kiss her feverishly, nipping at her lip and teasing her tongue with mine. Her foot rubs against my backside, her heel digging into my buttock, and I love how eager she is. We line up perfectly, myself and Maeve. Everything she does is my favorite. Everything she wears is appealing. Everything she says makes me love her even more. It's as if she was created just to please me. No, it's better than that. It's as if we're two halves of a whole that have somehow managed to find one another in this wide universe.
I like that thought even better.
"My Maeve," I purr as I touch her. She likes it when I nip her ear, so I get to work on it, even as I slide a hand to one lovely breast and tease her nipple, grazing my thumb over it in the way she likes. "You're feeling quite naughty today."
"I should have asked, shouldn't I?" She pants, arching against my hand. "Forgot that everyone has to clear out. I just barely dabbed it, though."
"No worries. I won't be letting you up from the bed until I've licked every bit of scent off your skin anyhow." I score my teeth against her throat. Kef, but her skin is so soft. I want to nibble on it for hours. I want to mark it...but I won't, because hurting her would destroy my hunger. "It's a nice surprise."