“Gentle me,” I whispered.“I want to be yours.”
His eyes lit up, and he cradled my jaw in one of his huge hands.Looming over me, a mountain of muscle, stark red skin and bulky horns, he should have been intimidating.Some vulnerable, wary, female part of me should be caught up on just how dangerous he looked, how dangerous he could be when the situation warranted it.
But all I could focus on was the twinkle in his eyes, the laugh lines on his face, the pure, happy smile curling his lips.He was beautiful in a completely inhuman way and the faceless partner I’d imagined my future with, transformed into the muscular, red skinned, turoch in front of me.
This was my forever.Nothing like I'd pictured it, but better than I could have ever imagined.
“You’re already mine, Jessa,” he murmured, calloused thumb brushing softly over my chin.“It just took you a bit to figure it out.”
When he kissed me, I let myself melt into him.His lips moved with gentle purpose as we clung to each other.I hitched my leg higher on his hips, opening myself to him as he crushed me to his body.
“Such a beautiful, perfect mate,” he whispered.His hands roamed my naked skin, hot and rough, waking up every nerve and sending shivers of pleasure across my body until I was squirming and panting with need.
Tovis planted one hand on my chest, pushing me down until I was on my back and he ripped his loincloth off, tossing it away before settling over me.His huge body dwarfed mine, so wide he blocked out the world, solid hips locked between my thighs as he kissed down my chest and cradled my breast, pausing to kiss and suck each nipple until I burned for more.
His horns framed my head as he worked his way down my body and I reached up and wrapped my fingers around the ridged curves, remembering the moment he’d used them to gore the percer bull.They’d been weapons then, but now there wasn’t anything scary about them.They were just part of Tovis.
Hot lips traced lazy circles over my belly and he nipped above my navel, the small sting urging my hips up, and I gasped.He crawled down my body, his weight dragging over the apex of my thighs, just enough pressure and heat to make stars fill my vision but not enough to push me over.
Tovis licked the line where my thighs met my pussy, a heavy exhale rushing over the curls guarding my folds and I panted, torn between the need for him to lick the most sensitive parts of me, and loving the slow build.
He paused.
“What?”I asked, my words almost slurring as I struggled to get my brain to work.
He huffed out a laugh, and I used his horns to lift his head and glare at him.
“Did you just laugh at my pussy?”I demanded.Trusting him enough not to be offended, but feeling strongly thatlaughingwas not the appropriate reaction.He grinned up at me, face framed by my thighs.
“I forgot,” he said, gripping my legs and pushing them up until I was totally bared to him.
“Forgot what?”I couldn’t for the life of me think of what could be amusing him so much when I was naked, on my back, legs splayed.
He ducked down and nudged my clit with his nose, shoulders shaking even as the brief touch sent an aching flutter straight to my core.
“The first moment I saw you,” he said, pausing to lick a hot wet stripe from my entrance to my clit and making my legs tense and my lungs heave.It felt so good, all I wanted to do was let my mind go blank and revel in the sensation.But dammit, he was still talking.
“What about it?”I gasped, fingers clenching on the tips of his horns as I debated just forcing that wonderful tongue back where it belonged.
“You were ripping out your hair.”
I froze.My mind racing back to the moment he’d burst into the spa, and my bubble of delusion had been forcibly popped by the sight of an actual alien in front of me.
I’d been giving myself a Brazilian wax.
“No!”I gasped.I had a single, wide strip of bare skin leading directly to my clit and all the rest of my hair was still firmly rooted in my skin.Tovis had just licked the receding hairline of my pussy.
“Nooo,” I moaned, releasing his horns to cover my face in embarrassment.There were a lot of ways to wax down there, cute hearts, tidy triangles, simple bikini waxes to keep the lawn from spreading into the street.
No one, absolutely no one, wanted all their pubic hair except for a single line down the middle.It was ridiculous.And he waskissingit.
He laughed harder, soundless chuckles I could feel where my thighs rested on his shoulders and with every shaky exhale still teasing at my exposed pussy.
“Don’t laugh,” I begged, wishing I could go back in time and tell past-Jessa that seeing her first alien was no excuse to wimp out on a half-finished Brazilian.
“Why?”he traced my folds with his tongue, pinning me in place with his shoulders as I writhed under him.
“Be-because,” I stuttered, eyes rolling back when he kissed my clit and sucked before flicking his tongue back down to my entrance.
