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I kept my hand pressed to the small of her back. I enjoyed how it felt, how petite she was in my arms and how cradling her brought her contentment close to me.
“I have to be careful with you,” she whispered.
She didn’t mean it. She wrapped her legs tighter around me, my stiffness rising to attention as her desire heightened. Without me asking, she ran her hands over my braids and through my hair, combing it out with her tiny fingers. The sensation sent a shiver of pleasure running through both of us. She pulled away from our kiss again.
“I had no idea that I could have that effect on you,” she whispered.
“Well you can,” I replied, “But I imagine you’re even more sensitive than I am.”
“How can you tell?”
I touched the side of my temple.
“I know many things, sweetling.”
“Sweetling?” She replied, giggling euphorically.
I ran my hands down the length of her spine, enjoying as her hair tickled my hands.
“Yes,” I replied, “You are veryverysweet.”
She closed her eyes as I kissed her again. My hands gripped her small back and her thighs clenched around my torso as Jess wriggled with arousal.
I pressed her up against the wall and murmured, “I’ve got to confess something before we do this.”
“What?”
“You could get pregnant.”
“Very funny,” Jess giggled as I kissed her neck and attempted to wriggle her out of her jacket.
“I’m not being funny. It’s a real possibility.”
“Somehow, I doubt that,” she murmured.
“Do you think I would lie to you?” I whispered, taking her hands and sliding them up the wall so I pinned them both over head.
Her arms wriggled as she tested my strength. I kept her pinned and immobile, utterly at my mercy.
“I don’t know what you’ll do to me,” she whispered, her nearly-black eyes ablaze with fire. I’d never seen eyes that dark brown. On Devor and all the exoplanets we have yellow eyes, and maybe topaz, but Jess’ eyes were perfect dark brown, like a cacao bean. Her doe-eyes reflected shimmering light which enhanced her alluring alien features.
Finally, I thought, I found a way to turn this mission around. I got Jess out of her shirt and found her breasts held at bay by black fabric.
“A shirt beneath your shirt?”
“It’s a bra!” She giggled.
“What is its function?”
“It keeps my ta-tas in place.”
“Your ‘ta-tas’?”
“Kronos stop… Just rip it off if you have to.”
“Okay.”
