Total pages in book: 33
Estimated words: 31116 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 156(@200wpm)___ 124(@250wpm)___ 104(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 31116 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 156(@200wpm)___ 124(@250wpm)___ 104(@300wpm)
Naomi holds her arms out and I slide onto the tiny bed with her, adjusting our bodies so that her legs are on the mattress. Mine have to bend in half so I can fit, and my backside hangs off the edge of the bed, but she is curled against my front, her damp hair pressed under my chin and her slight body tucked against mine. I hold her close, wanting to shower her with affection, to nuzzle her and wrap her in blankets and feed her and tend to her…I want to do everything.
Her small chuckle rouses me from my thoughts. “You have an enormous boner, sir.”
I do my best to remain still as she shifts her weight, rubbing her backside against me. “Apologies.”
She laughs again, adjusting one of my hands so I am clasping her full breast. “Don’t apologize. I like that going down on me turns you on.”
“Does…is it not supposed to?” I am skeptical how any male can bury his face in his female’s cunt and feel her shuddering with release and not feel anything.
She gives a little shrug. “Some men don’t like that sort of thing.”
“Then it is clear I will have to do twice as much to make up for their lack of enthusiasm.” The thought fills me with joy, and my tail flicks happily. “Tell me when you would like for me to pleasure you again.”
Naomi gives a breathless laugh. “Let me catch my breath? We can just talk for a while.”
“I like talking,” I agree.
She folds her arm over mine, snuggling back against me. “I know it’s early in the day but if you’re not busy, wanna spend the night again?”
My heart feels like pure sunshine. “I would love nothing more.”
Chapter
Seven
AINAR
I have the pleasure of staying with Naomi that night and making breakfast for her again the next day. She eats the pancakes I cook for her with enthusiasm, and then we kiss before I head off to work. I have never kissed before, and the tangling of tongues and tasting of each other is so exciting, I arrive at work late, because I cannot stop kissing Naomi. I want to return to her bed and tongue her mouth, her breasts, her cunt, her everything…but I know Khex will be waiting for me at the custodial office.
To my chagrin, it is not Khex waiting, but Rektar instead.
His nostrils flare at the sight of me as I stumble into the office, and I worry that I smell of matings. Repeated matings. I showered this morning and Naomi worked my cock with her hand until I came. Is that what he smells? Chagrined, I nod at my boss. “Apologies for my lateness. I was…occupied. It will not happen again.”
“It’s not your lateness that concerns me,” Rektar says. He doesn’t get up from his desk but folds his hands in front of him, and I feel like a young stripling back at school, waiting to be scolded by my teacher. “It’s the fact that you come in wearing a wrinkled tunic and smelling like roses.”
My eyes widen. Naomi’s soap. Kef. I’d gotten so used to the stink of it that I didn’t realize that it was clinging to me. Mesakkah have sensitive noses, and of course my boss would notice a floral scent. His mate is human and probably uses the smelly human soaps as well. I smooth my hand over the collar of my tunic, trying to straighten it. “Apologies—”
Rektar raises a hand in the air, shaking his head. “Khex tells me you had an encounter with a colonist who wished assistance in getting pregnant.”
Heat suffuses my face. “Does everyone know, sir?”
“Everyone does,” Rektar says flatly. “Sinath won’t keffing shut up about it. Please tell me your version of events.”
I do. Rektar’s expression is disapproving right now, but I’ve worked for him for well over a year now and I know him to be fair. He will not judge me harshly. After all, he has a human mate as well. So I tell him about Naomi and her predicament, and how we mated, and how I wanted to see her again so I went over to her farm and we ended up in bed together again.
By the time I’m done, Rektar has his hand on his face, and the tip of his tail is slapping against the floor with irritation. “Khex advised you? I should have known.” He straightens, rubbing his hand down his entire face and giving me a beleaguered look. “I know you mean well, Ainar, but I have to ask you. Is it possible that you’re misinterpreting the female’s interest?”
I swallow hard. “In what way?”
“Just that you pursued her after she got what she wanted. She told you quite clearly that she was not interested in a relationship or a father for her child, but you went over to her farm anyhow, correct? And showed up determined to woo her?”