he pinches the gusset of my panties. He moves it aside and pins it there with this thumb, taking one side of my labia with it, stretching me wide open—and then he spits on me.
“Wow,” I say around a mouthful of egg-fruit.
He leans in and dips his tongue to my cleft, wetly licking a trail.
Oh, the instant soothing of my swollen flesh.
I moan around my alien egg. “Your weirdness is forgiven.”
Bash snorts into my pussy, making me jump.
He tongues my slit, licking that strong, long muscle everywhere, forcing it into my vag, lapping between my walls, pushing past the flutters as my pussy contracts in stunned bliss.
He licks me until I’m not sore anymore, until I’ve abandoned food and sunk my hand in his quills, directing him where he needs to be. And then he boosts me to the counter, divests me of my clothing barriers, lays me back, and hitches my leg over his forearm. He spreads me wide, hauls my hips to his, and spears into me. He drives into me until I feel like I’m choking on him and actual literal gurgles are forced out of me with every smack of his pelvis. With every stroke and pull of his massive cock as he mauls my pussy, I’m shaking for more of him.
And staring deep into each other’s eyes—we come together.
Which marks only the second time I’ve experienced simultaneous orgasm with a partner. And I’m not saying you should marry the man who comes with you, but if I were into seeing signs, I’d say it’s a damn fine indicator that I ended up with the right alien.
“Countertops are uncomfortable,” I mumble through lazy lips when my breathing has returned to normal.
Bash’s sides are still heaving like he’s run a race. Or screwed his wife stupid in the kitchen. But he edges off of me so that his weight isn’t pinning me to the unforgiving surface. He also blows fire on my egg and eats it without using his hands.
“Impressive,” I tell him.
His tail pulls another one out of a basket and offers it to me.
I peel it like he showed me and then I hold it up for him to barbecue. (He takes it off of my palm first.) We clean out his basket of them, dining on scorched alien-whatever-it-is.
“I can’t wait for tomorrow,” I share when Bash takes my hand to lead me to the bathroom.
Bash glances down at me. He doesn’t appear to share my enthusiasm but I get it. Returning to work means we’re going to be in public where having sex would be bad manners. “I can’t wait to tell everybody we got mated! We can tell them together.” I grin, imagining the shock on everyone’s faces.
Bash says nothing.
“I’ll do the talking. You make your noncommittal noises—”
“Rrr.”
“See? You’ve got this down pat.”
He hauls me into the tub (my clothes are scrubbed and rinsed in the sink), and I learn that literally everything a Rakhii normally cleans himself with could peel the skin off of a human.
“No, it’s fine,” I say when he makes a wordless growl of dismay. “Humans pay a fortune for exfoliation. They go to spas for treatment like this.”
“You did?”
“No—but lots of people do, really.” I clutch the absorbent cloth that Bash tried to take away from me when I gaped at it. It’s not a ‘towel’—it’s waffle-weaved threads of near-sisal. Ouch. I brush it over Bash’s scales and find that it’s surprisingly absorbent. And bonus, it makes his scales shine.
When I buff over them in wonder, Bash growls and drags me close—and starts licking me dry.
“Well, this is different,” I say, smile-grimacing. His spit seems to speed the air-dry process on me, which is handy. But it is spit. “But it’s okay, really. And tomorrow we’ll grab my stuff from the compound, human-friendly towels included, and move it here.” I dance in place a little, thrilled—which startles him. “I get to move my things in with yours!”
Bash eyes me like he doesn’t trust my happiness over my fate with him. He’s going to learn that I’m the most willing abductee in the world—maybe the galaxy. I reach up and cup his face. “Stop stressing out. It’s going to be all right, Bash. We’re good together, see?”
Without a word, he pulls me in for a hug like he needs it.
***
Morning doesn’t get a chance to dawn bright and beautiful before Bash has me bouncing on him until I come twice—and then he flips me to my back and bangs