Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 71082 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 355(@200wpm)___ 284(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71082 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 355(@200wpm)___ 284(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
“It’s our coin. It can work any way we want it to.” The look he gives me is roguish. “You were disappointed with tails, kef knows I was disappointed, so we’ll flip again.”
I press my hands to my hot cheeks. “I’m not disappointed—”
“Flipping again,” he calls out, overriding me, and tosses the coin into the air again.
Tails.
He glances over at me, and we both burst into laughter.
Kazex sets the coin down on the bed between us, and we both look at it. After a moment, he glances up at me. "Maybe I'm selfish, but I want to kiss you between your thighs."
Good lord, how is that selfish?
"Tell me if you hate the idea," he prompts. "We can go with the coin. Or we can use your word. Just tell me what you want, Ruthie."
"I don't hate the idea," I tell him shyly. I don't think any woman would hate the idea. I don't have memories of this part of sex, or if I've even had sex in the past. Just kisses. This'll be as new for me as it is for him. I want to see what it's like. If kissing is amazing, I can only imagine how incredible oral sex with Kazex will be. I just know he won't ignore my pleasure. If anything, my pleasure is his pleasure.
It's an exciting thought.
He snatches up the coin and thunks it down on the nightstand next to the bed, and the look he gives me is ravenous. "Lie down so I can kiss you, then."
"Should I get undressed first?"
"I'll do it." He looks thrilled at the thought, gaze roaming hungrily over me. "It will be my pleasure."
All right, then. I lie down on the bed, nervous for the first time about my choices in clothing. I always wear Kazex's uniforms, sized down to fit me. They're one-piece, utility garments and not designed for seduction. The fact that they've been nipped in for me means that there are sleeves that are too long, shoulders that hang halfway down my arm, and a baggy waist cinched in by a belt. I normally don't care what I look like, clothing-wise. Ironic, considering I'm always decorating my face. Underneath are a functional bra and a pair of panties, also designed for comfort and not sexiness. I haven't even shaved my legs. Is he going to be repulsed by me? Will he think I need to take better care of myself? I start to panic.
"Noodle," I say breathlessly as he gets on his hands and knees.
Kazex looks up in surprise. "I haven't even touched you."
"I know. I just...I haven't shaved my legs. And my panties are kinda granny panties, because Ruth was still figuring out the clothing printing machine and wasn't able to fine-tune it. And—"
"You're thinking too much." He sits back on his haunches. "Do you really want to stop or are you just scaring yourself? I will not be upset if you want to stop, but I also don't want you to talk yourself out of something you might enjoy." He pauses. "Also I am not entirely sure what a grannypanty is."
"They're not very sexy."
"Are undergarments supposed to be sexy?"
"And I haven't shaved my legs," I point out.
"I have not shaved mine, either."
I giggle. "You don't have hair on yours." The a'ani have hair atop their heads and nowhere else. Everywhere else they're as smooth as babies. I think about watching him masturbate and how starkly bare his balls were. They were a deep, velvety red with purple veins tracing through them, and when he'd come, they'd been so tight they'd look like a fist.
Okay, now I'm obsessing over the man's balls. I must really have it bad.
"I bet you do not have much hair on yours." He tugs on the cuff of my pants, lifting it up and ignoring my squeal of protest. Kaz exposes an inch of skin between boot and cuff. "That? That is what you're worried about?" He shoots me a look that tells me I'm worried over nothing. "You made it sound like you had praxiian legs."
My giggles turn into full-blown laughter, because praxiians have heavily furred lower arms and legs. And chests. And maybe more, but I've never stripped one down to check.
"Ruthie. I would still want to kiss you everywhere even if you had praxiian legs, because they would be your legs. Understand? I do not care if your randypanty are ugly—"
"Granny panties," I correct, giggling again.
"Or if you don't like your legs. I like them."
It's hard to fight such an earnest declaration. "All right, I take back my noodle."
He flashes me another grin. "Would you prefer I keep my eyes closed the entire time I kiss you?"
I consider this. "No. It's all right. I just..."
"Think too hard." Kaz nods. "If you are all right with proceeding, I have an idea."