Sophia, Interstellar Brides Processing Center, Earth

      His hands were so skilled, stroking over me. I was on a soft bed, the man beside me. I felt every hard inch of him press along my side as he learned me with the soft touch of his fingertips. They ran expertly over my bare flesh, making me shiver, making me gasp, making me eager for more. But his hand didn’t stop.

      My eyes were closed and I just reveled in the feel of him, and when I wanted more, he began to touch me with his other hand. One on my breast, the other sliding over the curls between my thighs.

      “Open for me.”

      I didn’t hesitate to comply with his husky order, parting my legs eagerly. Fingers slipped over my wet folds and taunted the eager bud.

      The sound that escaped my lips was part moan, part gasp. My arousal, which had been keen before, flared to life like a match on the driest of tinder. And when one digit slid deep inside me, I arched my back and cried out.

      “Yes!”

      “You like being filled, don’t you?” he asked.

      I nodded my head against the soft pillow.

      “Do you want my cock?”

      Did I? Did I want the single finger that curled and stroked deep inside me to be replaced by his cock?

      “Yes,” I breathed.

      He took my hand in his and brought it down to his hard length. I wrapped my fingers around him, but my grip wouldn’t close all the way. As I slid up and down the velvety length, I felt wetness seep onto my skin. The contact was hot, almost burning and I loosened my fingers.

      “Do not be afraid.” His hand came over mine as he began to stroke himself, showing me how he liked it, not allowing me to let go.

      “My seed. You feel it, the power of it seeping into your skin?”

      My palm was slick with his essence. It was so hot, almost burning, but it felt good. Too good. I was ready to come and he’d barely touched me.

      “You’re