“I kissed you. Sometimes kissing involves tongues.”
He looks hungrily at my mouth before diving back down and running his large tongue along my top lip. The act is shockingly erotic and I can only imagine how that wide, thick tongue might feel in other places. I open my mouth to him, and while our mouths may not fit together exactly, the way our tongues dance together is pure perfection.
As we kiss a fire begins to burn low in my belly, sending heat straight to the apex of my thighs. Too soon, we pull apart, both of us gasping.
“Touch me, Khur.”
Before I’ve finished whispering his name, he reaches down and scoops me up by my thighs, wrapping them around his thick waist. I hook my knees as best as I can around him and he holds me tight to him with both hands on my ass. He squeezes my ample bottom and groans against my mouth before propping me against the high railing of the gazebo.
From where I am sitting we are almost eye level, and I can see how hot his gaze has become, turning from dark chocolate to a steaming mug of spicy cocoa. I want to drink him down like the bittersweet treat he is.
Khur keeps one hand securely on my ass, making sure I don’t fall backwards off the railing, as he kisses me deeply again. His other handwanders to my breast, hefting it in his hand as if he were testing the weight. I am suddenly thrilled I decided to forgo a bra this morning because all that is between us is the rough material of my jumpsuit and it scratches my sensitive nipples perfectly.
“I have been dreaming of these since I first saw you. Can I see them? Please?” His hand wanders to the top of my jumpsuit, but stops, waiting for my permission. Something about the act of asking permission sends lightening bolts straight to my pussy.
“Yes, god yes. Please, Khur,” I pant.
I’ve never felt this turned on in my life, and we are both still fully clothed.
Khur’s eyes meet mine and he holds my gaze hostage as he slowly lowers the zipper on my jumpsuit to my belly button. My breasts push the fabric apart, revealing themselves to him, but still he keeps his eyes on mine as he slips his hand beneath the fabric and palms my bare breast. We both groan.
“So beautiful,” he whispers before closing his eyes as if steeling himself and then looking at last upon my naked chest.
He pulls the jumpsuit to the side reverently, my nipple puckering tightly in the cool air. He brushes a knuckle over it and I almost convulse from the sparks of pleasure it sends throughout my body. My boobs have never been anything to write home about. They are average sized and a little uneven. I know my ass and hips are my strengths. But seeing Khur react to them is giving me a whole new appreciation for the things. He’s probably never seen tits like this before. Dhugaren women don’t have the boobs that most humans do, from what I’ve seen. So these may be the best tits he’s ever seen, I realize, and it gives me a huge burst of confidence.
“Put your mouth on me,” I plead with him and his eyes shift from hungry to starving.
He crouches before me, keeping one hand on my lower back protectively, and runs his thick tongue from the bottom of my breast all the way to my collar bone before zeroing in on my pert nipple. His lower fangs bite deliciously into the soft underside of my breast as he laves attention on the tip, slipping his free hand around my other breast and running the nipple between his thumb and forefinger. The buzzing feeling inside of me is building to an inferno and I can feel wetness flooding my panties.
“Khur,” I pant heavily, “kiss me.”
He raises up and presses our bodies together once more, drawing our mouths together, and I feel something impossibly huge and fucking hard pressing hard between my legs. At first, it sends a jolt of electricity through me that has me rubbing against him wantonly, but then my melted brain catches up to my body and several things become obvious to me.
First, the hard rod I'm grinding against is probably as big and thick as my forearm. Second, I am grinding a huge alien cock.
“Wait!” I groan before I can change my mind.
My hands, which I’ve buried into the thick fur around his neck, push against his chest gently. Immediately, I am removed from the railing and standing, swaying a bit, in front of him. His hands are held out as if to catch me, but don’t make contact.
“Destiny, I apologize. I got carried away.” He looks miserable, which is a shame because his lips are swollen from kissing and it’s sexy as fuck. Wait, no. I am supposed to be stopping this crazy sex train,not adding fuel to the fire. I cannot fuck an alien, and obviously Khur feels the same if his miserable expression is any indication.
“Don’t apologize for kissing me ever again,” I tell him.
The heat in his eyes rekindles at my demanding voice and I realize he actually might like my domineering ways in bed. My inner voice is telling me that’s not how you dissuade someone from kissing you, but my pussy has other ideas. She’s practically weeping to continue, if you know what I mean. Staring off in the distance for a moment I take a few deeps breaths of fresh air to clear my mind. Itsmellslike outside here. I didn’t think I would ever feel this again. There’s abreeze. It helps me gather my senses a bit.
“We both got a little carried away, but I won’t apologize for it. I just… I need us to take it slow. Whatever this is.” I gesture between us awkwardly.
I didn’t want to stop kissing Khur, alien or not, but I am also having a hard time getting past the idea. Not the idea ofhim. He is perfect. Well, except for the log between his legs that scares me a bit. Huge, muscular and strong, always making me feel safe and protected (hell, even the overbearing protectiveness is kind of sweet, if I have to admit it), and surprisingly thoughtful and romantic. I only have to look at the scenery around us to be reminded how thoughtful he is.
It is just the idea ofusthat scares me. I haven’t seen any couples between the different species since I arrived at Sanctuary. They aren’t illegal, I knew that from the orientation video that very weirdly pointed that fact out but didn’t tell me how to turn on the shower. That doesn’t mean they are socially acceptable, though. I don’t want to turn Khur into a pariah.
I need to talk to Furga more about this.
Before the spiral can suck me down any further, though, Khur ever so gently reaches out and slides the fastener on my jumpsuit back up. He takes care to tuck me back in without any inappropriate or excessive touching, then dips a finger under my chin, gently pulling my gaze up to his.
“We can take this as slow as you like. We should probably get going anyways, we still haven’t gotten to the surprise yet.”
I’m speechless at his thoughtfulness and the fact that there’s even more to this amazing day, so I just nod and let him lead me by the hand further into the meadows. As we walk the wind starts to pick up and I realize the gentle breeze is a bit more aggressive now. It whips my hair into my face several times before I tug on Khur’s hand.
