Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 40113 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 201(@200wpm)___ 160(@250wpm)___ 134(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 40113 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 201(@200wpm)___ 160(@250wpm)___ 134(@300wpm)
It takes me a bit longer because the bindings are unfamiliar to me, but I finally manage to get my shirt off over my head and also to take my pants off. I have been studying Earth vocabulary diligently.
Ana’s eyes go wide as soon as my pants drop to the shuttle floor.
I pause, my stomach tightening. Does she not like what she sees? “Have I done something incorrectly?”
“No, no,” Ana says, taking a step towards me. Her eyes are on my erections. “They told me to prepare for—” She blinks rapidly. “I just didn’t think—”
She lets out a short breath and then a laugh before holding out her hand towards me again. “Why don’t you come over here? Have a seat in the captain’s chair.”
I wish she would have finished her sentences. What did they tell her to prepare for? What did she not think? What did she think? What does she think now that she has met me?
She is being very kind but I don’t want just kindness. I want a place to finally belong.
What better way to start than with a family, though? And if I am going to get to know my mate, surely the actual act of mating is a good place to start.
So I do as she asks, even if I find her request a bit puzzling. I sit in the captain’s chair.
Ana licks her lips as she looks me up and down. At first I think she is scenting me in return, then I remember that human tongues are not like ours. They use their noses to smell, not their tongues. It seems like a sad way to go through life, but I guess she’s never known anything different.
“I’m glad your captain’s chair doesn’t have any armrests,” she says.
Why—?
But then she begins to climb on top of me, straddling my legs, and any other thought is gone as soon as her skin touches mine.
Her small hands grip my shoulders and her scent blasts me more powerfully than ever as she spreads her thighs to straddle mine. I look down between us, past the lush teats Shak told me to expect and down to where my two shafts now brush against her gleaming sex.
The female must be wet before you penetrate her, Shak said.
Okay. I don’t want to screw this up. I reach a hand down and touch her soft, alien folds. My hand comes away dripping.
I can’t help popping the finger in my mouth. It’s just instinctual. And holy ancients— Her scent punches me a thousand times harder. I groan as nerves I didn’t know I even had light up in arousal.
Fuck her.
Fuck her now.
Fuck her fuck her fuck her—it’s a sudden pounding chorus in my head.
My hips lift all but of their own accord and I slide my bottom shaft against her slick heat. More than anything, I want to press inside. But Shak warned me to go slow. He warned me to see to the female’s pleasure first. Always first.
But when I try to reach my hand down to explore further and discover her pleasure button, she grabs my wrists and holds them to my side.
I could easily break out of her grasp but I don’t, fascinated. Especially when she then reaches down between us.
Her small fingers grip my primary erection and I jolt at the contact. Oh ancients— She strokes it firmly. I suck in a deep breath, feeling like I might pass out from the touch of her hand alone.
I only recently stopped taking the suppression supplements and I’d forgotten what it feels like to burn with passion.
My stomach flexes as she continues to rub her hand up and down.
Fuck. Fuck. It’s the filthiest word in both of our languages and as I whisper it in my mind, I imagine flipping this little human around and rutting into her from behind, hard and deep. I have only barely glimpsed her ass, but the thought of watching my thick shaft plunge into her—
We are still face to face, though, when she grasps my erection and rubs it up and down her wet slit…and then begins to feed me inside herself.
I gasp, both from the sensation and because I didn’t know it could be done this way. Face to face. Shak neglected to mention that in his tutorials.
And oh— A shutter works its way down my spine as she sinks down on my erection.
Tight. She’s so tight. And hot and wet, suctioning around me— And because we are face-to-face, I can look straight into her warm, brown eyes the whole time.
Only moments after our bodies connect, I start to feel it—the last part that Shak did warn me about. The sacred connection.
I laughed when he used that phrase. But now, feeling it, there can be no other words.
I can feel my mate, a stranger to me only five minutes ago, so deeply. My shaft is buried deep in her but I’m inside her mind as well.