Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 44256 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 221(@200wpm)___ 177(@250wpm)___ 148(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44256 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 221(@200wpm)___ 177(@250wpm)___ 148(@300wpm)
Michaela kisses me a second time, just as thoroughly as the first. Her hands rake through my shorn hair, messing up Ruthie’s attempts at making me “rugged.” I don’t care—I love Michaela’s touch. I want to lean into every caress, and when she pulls back after kissing me again, I make a ragged sound of protest.
“We’re just going to kiss tonight,” she tells me, and strokes a finger along my jaw. “Unless I decide to do more.”
“Yes. Perfect. Wonderful. More kisses please.” I’m happy to give her whatever she needs. When her fingertip moves along my lower lip, I try to lick it in response. “Give me whatever you like. I will take all of it, and gladly.”
“I don’t want you to be disappointed if we go slow.”
How could I possibly be disappointed? She is straddling me, her body pressed to mine. Her lips have been on my face, her tongue in my mouth. None of this is disappointing in the slightest. “I have never been so happy in my life as I have been today, Michaela. We go with whatever speed makes you comfortable.”
“Mmm.” She considers this, and her expression grows playful. “That was just a test, and you passed with flying colors. You sure you don’t mind if I use you for my pleasure? No strings attached?”
“I wear no strings at all,” I pant, entranced by her sultry voice and the sly smile on her face.
“No, I meant that there’s no expectation of a relationship. It’s just us touching and enjoying.” Her hand moves to press over my heart. “I’m not ready for more.”
“You told me that.”
“I know.” She sits back, resting on my legs so she can look me in the eye. “I just need to be sure that we’re both in alignment with how we proceed. I don’t want you to get hurt if we fool around for a week or a month and then we go our separate ways.”
She truly does not get it, does she? “Michaela,” I say gently. “I am already in love with you. If you wished to take me as your mate in this very moment, I would be loyal and happy until the day I die. I will be hurt no matter how we part. But when I say that I am content with whatever you can give me, I mean it. I have no expectations other than that you will grow tired of my adoration, just as the others have.”
The human female gives me a wry look. “Well you can’t just throw that down. It feels like a challenge.”
“I didn’t mean for it to be so.”
“I know.” She shakes her head. “It’s fine. Let’s just enjoy our time together and try not to make this into something it isn’t, all right? It’s touching and enjoying. Nothing more.”
“Touching and enjoying,” I agree. “I am very much enjoying your touching.”
Her smile grows broader, and there’s a hint of relief on her elegant features. “Okay, great. Glad we’re on the same page.”
“Same page,” I agree, though I have no idea what she means, because I am seated upon a chair, not a book.
It’s the right answer, though, because she kisses me again, leaving me breathless. Her hands roam over my body, and I clench the arms of the chair, both desperate to touch her and even more desperate to please her with my obedience.
“This is rather fun,” she tells me between kisses. “I like being in charge.”
“I love that you’re in charge.” It means that she controls how far we go. It means that I don’t have to impress her with my knowledge. I just have to let her set the pace and enjoy myself.
Michaela grins and nibbles along my jaw. Her hand slides down my chest, lower and lower, until she reaches my belt. I suck in a breath when she heads lower still and brushes her hand over my cock. It’s hard and raging, a tent of exquisite agony in my too-tight trou. “Can I take a look at this?”
“A-absolutely.” I’m tripping over my tongue at the thought of her touching me without the fabric between us.
She slides back on my thighs and her hand goes to my belt, tapping at the auto-fastener to activate it. The belt whirrs and sheaths itself inside the buckle, and the moment it loosens, I can breathe again. Didn’t realize just how tight my trou were. I take a deep lungful of air and relax, watching her expression as she loosens my clothing. Is she going to be repulsed by me? Does she have expectations that I will be built like some of the larger alien races? I hope not. I’m well-endowed for an a’ani…but I am still a’ani.
The fastener on my trou slides down and my cock springs free of its confines, protruding from the vee of my clothing. I watch as her eyes widen. She touches my cock, and when I hiss, she pulls the fabric free so she can see all of my length, including my sac.