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And then I think of Lois and Jaya. They say through adversity, the strongest bonds are formed, and that has been true for us three. After coming to terms with my abduction, and realizing that I’d never be able to have hour-long phone calls with my best friend, Polly again, I thought I’d never have as strong a friendship as I had with her. Hell, she’s been my chosen family when I already come from a large family with eight siblings. She’s the one who drove for hours and hours just to help me move out from my boyfriend’s apartment when I’d caught him cheating that one time. She even helped me sew raw shrimp into the lining of his most expensive suit jackets, and put a ton of very fine glitter on the blades of his ceiling fans.
It’s not that my own family was bad or neglectful at all. My mom and dad did the best they could. And there were no major rifts between my many siblings and I. But it was like I had been a puzzle piece from a different box that somehow found my way into theirs. It was all noise, chaos and clamouring for attention. It was happy noise, and happy chaos, mind you, but something inside me had found that draining. So when I’d made a friend outside the family home, Polly was my person and mine alone. And I’d loved that. Lois and Jaya are my people too.
I sigh, to myself as I float here, my mind going around and around itself like a race car on a track. Ruminating isn’t helping me relax. Flipping on my front, I swim over to the mini waterfall, pleased to find a ledge over there so that I can sit and have the water cascading onto my back. The only issue with that is that this pool is obviously designed with Xavia
I let out a groan again, loving the warmth of the water as it gently flows over my skin, and despite my racing thoughts, I do think my body starts to relax somewhat. I remember being back home on Earth in my apartment when I couldn’t sleep. When I’d take those hot baths in the early hours. I’d also have a rechargeable waterproof friend who would help me relax even further.
It occurs to me then, that it has been months since I’ve gotten off.
Obviously, on the scale of priorities, making sure I get some ‘me time’ comes in pretty low when you’re comparing it to actually surviving an alien abduction. It hadn’t crossed my mind once.
But now…
I glance around at the fancy lagoon room. It feels like some kind of wacky tropical spa. But it’s also the first time I’ve been truly alone. Moving out from under the trickle of the gentle cascade of the waterfall, I find that the ledge is a little higher here where whoever designed the pool, intended for it to slope up and merge in with the edge of the lagoon. It also makes it the perfect height for me to sit with the warm water engulfing everything below my ears.
Using one hand, I start skimming over my body, softly squeezing my breasts and lightly tickling up and down my thighs.
Am I going to do this?
I glance around again, but even as I’m asking myself the question, I feel my legs part beneath the water. My hand brushes over my mound once, twice, sending a forgotten zing of anticipation through my body before I fully commit to the act. Closing my eyes, I have one hand slowly teasing myself between my thighs, and the other cupping and softly kneading my breast, occasionally tugging on my nipple.
And I think about him.
I think about what it had felt like to sit on his lap, his huge frame so much more powerful than mine. I think about how me simply being so close to him seemed to make him lose his mind a little.
I think about how when we get to his home planet, he’s going to fuck me. I wonder if he’ll lose his mind a little then, too?
I tip my head back at the thought, my hand abandoning my breast to smooth along my collarbone and around my throat. He’d wanted to bite me there - his instincts had wanted him to claim me for his own.
It all feels so animalistic to think about.
Dangerous.
And hot.
My mind starts to drift down dirty avenues and filthy wander-ways as my fingers start to concentrate on rubbing tight little circles on my clit.
Does he like it rough? Could I take it rough from a man of his size?
Would he have me on my back? Would he take me from behind? Would he like for me to ride him?
His gorgeous green eyes flash in my mind and I almost whimper as the pleasure builds, and builds. I want to draw this out and take my time, but it’s been so long since I’ve had an orgasm, I think this one is going to sneak right up on me.
God, I hope he talks dirty to me while he’s trying to breed me.
If I wasn’t in the middle of something right now, I would probably feel embarrassed to even think that.
I bite my lip and groan, the gentle cascade of the lagoon’s mini waterfall almost covering the sound. “Kiahn,” I whisper to myself, feeling so Goddamn good as everything starts to feel taut with pleasure. I’ve really missed this kind of self-care. “Mmh… Kiahn.”
“Keep going, little female,” someone rasps from the other side of my closed eyelids.