fingers and demonstrate again, pointing at his now wet skin and then pointing at my pussy. "These two things need to be alike, hombre."
If he understands, it's slow to dawn on him, and it just reinforces my thought that he's a virgin, somehow, even though he's utterly smoking hot. He rubs the water between his fingers and glances at me. "M'rsl…ltk?"
"Okay, sure. I need ltk, whatever that is." I point at his hand, then at myself, and repeat the word. "Ltk. Ltk." Thank god we're in private. My face feels like it's burning with embarrassment, and there's still a look of unease on his face as he studies his hand and tries to figure out what I'm telling him. I hop to my feet, grab another handful of water, and then pour it over his straining cock.
He jumps to his feet, exclaiming something that sounds unpleasant.
"Sorry! It's just…I'm trying to show you!" I point at my pussy. "M'rsl needs to be wet. Ltk." Then I point at his dick. "T'chai."
Realization crosses his face. He gestures with both his hands, indicating something large. "T'chai?" Then he moves his hands closer together, indicating small. "M'rsl?"
Close enough. I nod. "Yeah. Big things need to be eased in and it helps if I’m wet.”
A smug look of pride crosses his face, and I resist the urge to laugh. Typical man. Being told he's got too big of a dick feeds his ego. Of course it does. He murmurs a few things, gesturing at the water and then giving me a questioning look. He wants to know how to make me wet.
Definitely a virgin. If he wasn't, he'd already know the answer to that. I don't care how different alien bodies are, he'd understand giving a woman pleasure, and I don't think it's a macho sort of thing. He genuinely seems interested.
"Foreplay," I tell him. "Kissing. Touching."
Of course, telling him these things isn't going to work. I'm going to have to show him. I gesture that he should sit down again, and move closer when he does. I brush his long, gorgeous hair off his shoulders and lean in, tipping his chin up with a light touch. When he tilts his head, I brush my mouth over his.
He jerks back, startled.
"Ltk," I whisper, sliding my fingers along his jaw as I lean in again. "This'll definitely help make me wet. Wait and see."
I kiss him again, light and careless. I don't want to push too hard, in case he finds kissing me unappealing, but I already like this far too much. He tastes like saltwater and warmth, and his lips are soft under mine despite the fact that his mouth always looks like it's set into a hard line. I love the dichotomy of it, and I love that he's got a hint of soft, downy beard hair cupping his jaw. It's like the sexiness of scruff without the scratchiness of it.
When he remains still, I kiss him again. And again. I can't tell if he likes my touch or just tolerates it, so I lift my head and study his expression, waiting.
"M'rsl," he murmurs, then touches his mouth with his fingertips. He reaches out and touches his fingertips to my lips, as if feeling how soft they are, and it sends a quiver of heat through my belly.
"That was a kiss," I whisper to him. "And I really, really like kissing."
"Ltk," he murmurs, watching me.
"Getting there." I put my arms around his neck and slide into his lap, straddling him. "Can we kiss more?"
He leans in toward me in silent request, and more words aren't necessary. T'chai's hands go to my hips, and he holds me against him, the hard length of his cock pressed between our bodies. I'm not normally this bold—in fact, I'm pretty much the opposite of bold—but something about knowing T'chai is destined to be mine makes it easier. We're two halves. Soulmates. Media naranjas, as my mother would say. We're perfect for each other. So I'm absolutely going to be bold with him because it benefits both of us.
His mouth meets mine again, our noses bumping, and I chuckle. That's so damn adorable. T'chai smiles, too, and his hands slide up my back, caressing me. It feels so good that I let out a little sigh, and when his mouth presses against mine again, I decide to take things to the next level. I kiss him again, sucking lightly on his lower lip. "I'm going to avoid thinking about