When She’s Handy – Risdaverse Short Story Read Online Ruby Dixon

Categories Genre: Alien, Alpha Male, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Novella, Paranormal Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 29593 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 148(@200wpm)___ 118(@250wpm)___ 99(@300wpm)
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She moves forward, stepping between my knees, and puts her hands on my face, cupping my heavy jaw again. “You know you can touch me now, right?”

Oh, I know. I tug her into my arms, settling her so she’s so close that the tips of her breasts are within reach. I don’t have to duck much to take the tip of one breast into my mouth. I cup it with my fingers, letting the nipple play against my lips. It immediately hardens and she sucks in a breath, her hands going to my shorn head and moving against my scalp before settling on the stumps of my horns. “Okay to touch you here?”

“Touch me anywhere,” I tell her, then nuzzle her breast again. Kef, she smells sweet. The metal she works with lingers on her skin, adding an edge to her otherwise delicate scent. She also smells human, with the tinge of sweat and soap and femininity that comprise the unique blend of her. I drag my tongue over her skin, wanting to devour that delicious scent of hers. “I could eat you up.”

“Please do.” She sounds breathless, her fingers going to my ears and stroking the outer edge. “You know I could touch you all over, right? Every time I do, it makes me crazy to think about how soft your skin is. Touching you is like petting the softest velvet. I want to just stroke you for hours.”

Her words send a bolt of heat straight to my cock. Biting back a groan, I lavish attention on her breast, tonguing and teasing her nipple until it’s flushed a deep shade and the tip is taut. I move to the other breast, giving it equal affection, my thumb toying with the other to ensure both get the same amount of consideration. As I play with her breasts, her breathing turns rapid, and she makes little sounds in the back of her throat. The scent of her arousal grows thick in the air, and I ignore it, wanting to focus on her breasts until she says otherwise.

Until she whimpers. It’s the sweetest, neediest little sound, and it makes me crazy. I lift my head, tonguing one nipple one last time as our eyes meet. “I want to touch your cunt.”

“I want that, too.”

“Spread your legs for me, then.” I flick her nipple with my thumb once more, then skim my hands down to her hips.

Melody shifts her stance, her legs parting, and then the glorious scent of her fills the room. Ah, kef me. She’s so keffing wet. I’m drowning in her arousal. With a growl of pleasure, I put my hand between her thighs, cupping the vee of her sex against my palm. She’s got a tuft of hair here, a darker shade than the sunlit yellow on her head. The texture is different, too, and when I drag my thumb through the curls there, her scent grows even thicker.

“Gonna finger you,” I tell her thickly. “If I do something you don’t like, tell me.”

She nods, leaning forward and pressing my face to her breasts again. Feels like perfection to nestle my face between those two soft mounds, even as my fingers stroke along the wet seam of her cunt. I part her folds with one finger, dragging back and forth to get her used to my touch. Melody talks a big game, but I want to be careful with her, just in case. We had sex in the past, sure, but neither of us were in the right headspace then. I need this time to be perfect. I need this time to be so mind-blowing, so amazing, that neither of us thinks about that night ever again.

Slowly, I stroke a finger through the folds of her wet cunt and find the entrance to her body. I circle my finger at her opening and then gently nudge it inside her. She’s wet and tight and hot, and that combination does crazy things to my cock. I’m harder than a rock, even as I’m more determined than ever to go slow. So keffing slow.

“My clit,” she breathes, shifting her weight as I push deeper into her. “Need you to touch my clit.”

That could be a human thing. That could also be why she didn’t come last time. Perhaps this is the key to unlocking her pleasure. “Show me.”

Melody squeezes her thighs together around my hand, even as she takes my other one and guides it between her legs. I hold my breath as she guides my fingers to the apex of her folds, to a tiny bump of flesh that is easily missed. “Rub the sides of this. Not directly. Just the sides. It feels like…well, I guess like touching your cockhead does.”

Aha. “May I look?”

She nods, tension vibrating through her. Melody’s fingers slip to my uniform and curl against the fabric, as if she has to hold herself steady.


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