He took her coat, pausing to gently put his hand on her cheek, leaning down and giving her the softest, most tender of kisses, the power of his thundering passion tangible, barely restrained behind it. “I am so very glad to see you. Make yourself comfortable.”
She walked around, looking at his decor while he hung her coat in a small closet. The place was not only clean and organized, but he also had a very nice selection of plants in every room. Sure, on this world he probably had an AI look after them for him, but nevertheless, a man who had living plants rather than dead ones was always a plus in her book.
“I am almost done. Come, join me. We’ll share some wine while I finish up.”
“Almost done with what?” she asked, the smells from the kitchen only becoming detectable when they entered that room. Apparently, he had subtle force units separating each room, keeping odors from traveling. Another small but impressive detail. “Oh, man. What is that?”
He poured two glasses of wine from an oddly shaped bottle, handing one to her with a happy smile plastered to his face. The man was utterly beside himself playing host for her. And now that she saw what he’d been cooking, she could see why.
“This is a vintage bottle of Soolox. I’ve been saving it for a special occasion, and I am grateful to you for providing one.”
She accepted the glass, smelling the burgundy elixir within. It was unusual, unlike Earth wine, but it smelled really nice. She clinked glasses with him and took a sip.
“Wow. That’s good.”
“I’m glad you like it,” he said, turning his attention back to the dishes cooking on what these aliens used for a stovetop. No open flames, no electric hot pads. But somehow his pots were heated, suspended on an energy field atop an almost invisible kitchen island upon which multiple dishes were cooking.
“I had no idea you cooked.”
“It is a hobby. We are all so used to having machinery prepare whatever we might desire, yet there is something viscerally satisfying about preparing a meal for those important to us with our own hands. At least,Ifeel this way.”
Olivia leaned over an open pot, inhaling deeply. The aromas were unlike any she’d ever smelled back home in a most fascinating way.
“I appreciate the effort, Rykker. This smells amazing.”
“Just wait until you taste it,” he replied, a wicked gleam in his eye.
Amazingly, he kept himself in check, focusing instead on finishing the preparation, intent on making the best impression possible on the woman gracing him with her company. When they did finally sit to eat, he presented her with a multi-course spread of fascinating delights. Every last item was not only to her liking but could not have hit the spot more. The man had some serious skills in the kitchen.
“How did you know I would like this?” she asked after sampling a bite of an odd-smelling sort of alien ratatouille.
“I merely noted which flavors you were fond of and incorporated that knowledge into the meal.”
“Wait, when did you have a chance to do that?”
“When we were trekking. Some of the foodstuffs were less to your liking than others. And the berries and vegetables we foraged along the way further helped me deduce what you would like.
Olivia was floored.This guy paid attention, she marveled.Like, hereallypaid attention.
“Are you okay? Is something not to your liking?”
“No, it’s perfect. Thank you. You outdid yourself.”
Rykker’s cheeks darkened, a shockingly bashful look flitting across his face. For all his size, strength, and raw masculinity, he was still new to all of this. At least with a real woman. And Olivia found it utterly charming.
They talked and talked, their gazes lingering on one another affectionately as they discussed absolutely everything. His childhood and hers. What life was like growing up on each of their respective worlds. Their goals and wishes, hopes and dreams. And the more they talked, the closer Olivia felt to him. He was not just a great listener, but he was an active one, asking questions and actually caring about the answers.
That he smelled even better than the food wasn’t so bad either, and as they slowly finished the bottle of wine, she found herself wanting more than his cooking in her mouth.
Rykker was clearing their dishes, moving the pots into a cleaning unit, when Olivia slid close behind him and wrapped her hand around from the back, squeezing his bulge and nearly making him drop the dishes. Before he could even react she pivoted around him and slid to her knees, pulling his trousers down, freeing his beautiful cock.
“Olivia, I—” he started to say.
She cut him short, licking his shaft from base to tip, making his whole body shiver. He was so clean tasting, only the faintest hint of saltiness to his skin. A drop of pre-cum glistened from the tip of his cock as she reached it, flicking her tongue around it, savoring the salinity, the taste of it setting her loins aflame and her Infala churning with want.
“Mine,” she mumbled, sliding him into her mouth with ravenous greed, sucking hard, his cock stiffening even more on her tongue as she bobbed her head on his glorious manhood.
She cupped his balls with one hand, feeling their heft and heat, her other hand reaching around and grabbing his ass, pulling him close as she worked his cock every which way she knew how. Rykker dropped the pots onto the counter, bracing himself as his legs threatened to buckle, the pleasure almost too intense to withstand.
