Total pages in book: 100
Estimated words: 92507 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 463(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92507 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 463(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
He looks up at me, and his gaze flicks to my mouth. "No." Rektar's voice is hoarse. "No, I don't think so."
"Then we're on the same page." I smile at him and turn back to the batter.
"Do you want plas-film at any point?" Rektar continues. "Mating will involve a great many fluids and not all are comfortable with such things."
Mating…fluids? I glance over at him, because that's the most ridiculous statement I've heard yet. His face is deep blue with embarrassment and he's rubbing his ear. "If you'll recall, I don't have a problem with fluids. Yours or mine."
He makes a sound in his throat and marks something off on his pad. "Will you find it intimidating if I put my cock inside you?"
I blink. At my silence, Rektar looks up, and his expression is so very serious that I giggle. "You know I've had sex before, right? I know how it works."
Rektar stares down at his data pad, and my amusement dies. He doesn't find this funny. He's deadly serious.
For a moment, I worry I should apologize. Will that make him feel better, or worse? I consider, then set down the cake batter and move to his side. I pull the pad from his hand and when he turns toward me, I sit down on his thigh. He's indicated that I'm not too heavy for him, and it gives me another little thrill when he puts his arms around my waist, holding me close. "Rektar," I say gently. "I know you want to get this all figured out ahead of time, but sex is an instinctive sort of thing. You don't have to stress about it, all right? I'll tell you if something happens that I don't like."
His gaze is on my breasts, and then he looks up at me, as if remembering that I prefer eye contact. "My experience—"
"—doesn't matter," I say quickly. I've guessed already that he's not exactly a Lothario. I don't care. It's his goodness and decency that draws me to him, not how well he wields his penis. I mean, that will eventually be important, but we all start somewhere. Knowing what I know about him now, I understand his lack of experience. "Why don't we take things as we go and see how we do?" I brush my fingers over his cheek, just wanting to touch him. Caress him. "Does that sound okay to you?"
Rektar closes his eyes and leans into my touch, his arms tightening around my waist. "No one has ever touched me as much as you, Lucy."
Well, now my heart's breaking, because I haven't touched him very much at all. My poor, sweet alien. "We're married now," I point out. "It's human tradition for wives to be positively grabby to their spouses." I move a little closer, practically shoving my tits under his nose, just because I want him to feel my attraction to him.
"And no plas-film," he murmurs, his hand sliding up and down my back in a tentative stroke. "You are certain this is what you want?"
"I might get mad if you pull out the plas-film," I tell him, leaning in. He's so big and brawny that it takes my breath away. Some might say that he's stout—it's clear that he loves a good meal—but I just find that aspect of him equally appealing. He's as strong as he is wide, and I don't mind that in the slightest. It means that he'll joyfully eat when I cook, and I love to cook. I find his sheer size utterly sexy, and I want to run my hands all over him.
He gazes up at me thoughtfully. "I know we are married now, but I wish to be respectful of your past. I know you were a slave, and slaves are not treated well. If you wish to take things slowly, I am prepared to wait however long it takes."
This man is killing me with his sweetness. I lean in and nibble on his ear. "I don't need to wait."
Rektar's breath catches, his hands flexing on my waist. "When…how do you wish to approach this?" He groans when my teeth graze his earlobe. "Shall we…wait for dark?"
I lick the shell of his ear, loving how he shivers ever so slightly under me. "What happens after dark?"
"Nothing. I just…perhaps we should wait—"
I sit up, looking him in the eye. "Wait for what?"
His cheeks are stained with darker blue. "I am…that is I mean…I don't want you to feel that I'm rushing you." His gaze searches mine. "I want to honor your traditions without pawing at you because you are now my mate. I can wait a few hours."
This man is obsessed with waiting. I do like that he mentions pawing, though. I hike up my skirts, bunching them up to my thighs and wiggling a little as I sit on his leg. My panties are a sad scrap of hand-sewn material, and for once, I wish I'd gone full-alien and not worn them. I take his big hand in mine (god, SO big) and guide it to the waist of my panties. I push them down at the same time that I nudge his fingers inside them, and move his hand to my pussy, where I'm wet and hot and aching. "Does this tell you anything?"