Total pages in book: 16
Estimated words: 14300 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 72(@200wpm)___ 57(@250wpm)___ 48(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 14300 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 72(@200wpm)___ 57(@250wpm)___ 48(@300wpm)
I bite my lip, choking back a whimper as she strokes my nipple. After a few weeks of gentle touching, she knows just what I like on my breasts, and how to make me crazy with need. Luckily I know how to do the same for her, too. I reach around to her back and grip the base of her tail, loving the hiss that she makes.
"Let's go to bed," I tell her softly.
She shudders, and there's a glazed look in her eyes that I love so much, as if she's completely lost in this moment. I want to keep that look on her face. I want to make her feel out of control and as addicted to me as I am to her. With my hand on her tail, I gently tug her toward the bedroom.
We make it a few steps between kisses, only to pause and taste each other once more. Her hands knead my breasts with gentle touches, toying with the tips, and I free the auto-fastener on her belt, making her uniform sag even more. By the time we make it to my bed, my lips feel swollen with kisses, Haina is panting, and her uniform falls to her boots, pooling around her ankles.
I'm feeling bolder by the minute, because I'm able to make Haina turned on like this. I put a hand to her shoulder and give her a nudge. "Sit on the bed."
"Who knew you had this bossy side, Ali?" she says, breathless. "You're cute when you're demanding."
I want to fire back with something sassy and playful. You're cute, too. Or you like me bossy. Or I'll show you demanding. But they all feel wrong in my mouth, because at heart, I'm an awkward person. I'm no conversationalist. I'm good at being silent and getting lost in the shadows. Except I can't when I'm around Haina, because she's the only person in the universe that sees me.
And for some reason, I want to reward that. So maybe I'm a bit bossy with her. "Give me your boots."
She lifts one foot and I rest it on my belly, just below my breasts, and undo the auto-fasteners there. I repeat the motion for the other side, and then I pull the last of her uniform off. Now that she's naked in front of me, I get to feast on the sight of her, all velvety blue skin that feels like joy to touch, her long, graceful legs and serpent-like tail. She's bare between her thighs, like all of her people, and when I push them apart, I can see the gleam of wetness through her folds. I stroke a finger through her pussy, learning her body…and I can't find her clit.
That makes me pause. I know aliens have some physiological differences with their genitalia. Moden have stubby cocks that elongate from a pouch inside their bodies, and praxiians are born with barbs on their dicks. Male mesakkah have a spur and ridges on their cocks, but no one's ever told me that a female mesakkah won't have the same equipment I do. I'm momentarily at a loss. "No clitoris?" I ask, kneeling between her legs to make sure I didn't miss it. I run a finger through her wet cleft again. "Humans have a bundle of nerves right here that makes it easy to get off."
Haina shakes her head. "We have a pleasure spot, but it's deeper inside the body." Her hand goes to my hair, stroking it as I press more kisses between her thighs. "Some lovers prefer an artificial cock, but I didn't bring one with me…"
I kiss her again, this time atop her pretty bare mound. "Can I touch you? Inside? To try and find it?"
She laughs, the sound like sunlight. "As if I'd tell you no? I've been dreaming about your touch for days now, Ali."
Her response sends a thrill up my spine, and I gently scrape my teeth over her soft suede skin, then dip my tongue through the cleft of her pussy, licking her anyhow. She tastes sweetly musky, and I nip at her skin as she tangles a hand in my hair, her eyes closed with pleasure. Her long legs are sprawled apart on each side of me, and she's so beautiful I could cry. I want to make this amazing for her.
"I like your taste," I tell her shyly. "And the way that you feel against my lips."
Haina lets out a breathy whimper, falling back on my bed.
Her reaction is encouraging, and I stroke my finger through her folds, seeking the entrance to her body. She's slick and heated here, and I dip a careful finger inside her. Her legs twitch, and her tail slides over to my arm, stroking against me like a cat begging to be petted.