“Only most of the time?”
“I like it right now.”
“And when don’t you like it?” He turns off the shower and pulls a towel from the wall.
“When I don’t like it, I go home empty-handed for the day.”
He glances at me before he asks. “Does that happen often?”
“No.”
I hold out my hand and he offers me the towel. I take it and his wrist, drawing him to me so that I can work on drying him off the rest of the way.
“Don’t take this the wrong way,” I say, “but men are almost as fun as they are easy.”
“And how easy are we?”
“Very.”
He dries off quickly and we linger in the bathroom for a moment as a question flutters across my mind. “What happens if you come in me?”
“I don’t actually know. Other Bliteens absorb our cum. But one woman almost died when I didn’t pull out of her mouth on time. It’s a mistake I will not make again.”
I chuckle as he traces my lips with a damp finger, playing with my piercings.
“Glazing it is then.”
His brows pinch. “I don’t know what that means.”
“It means,” I say, lifting his hand and sucking on his fingertip. “That we are going to go have fun and when the time comes, you are going to come all over me, just like you did before. Except you’ll get to see the fruits of your labors first hand.”
He lifts me off the counter, setting me on the ground and as he looks me over, I expect him to say something about my height, but he doesn’t. No “tiny human” or “little girl” from him.
He takes my hand and leads me back out to the bedroom, straight to the window.
“Room number one is supposed to be the best,” he says as he slips my shirt up and I raise my arms so he can get it off.
“You can see the planet’s southern oceans and the rings at the same time.” His hands ghost over my breasts, six of them feeling my skin while two slip fingers inside the tiny shorts. “But I think this one is the best.”
“Why?”
He leans close and whispers. “All the beauty, none of the distraction.”
“Something tells me you’re notthateasily distracted.”
“By you I am.” He slips the shorts all the way down and I step out of them as his hands explore me. All of them. Thirty-seven fingers mapping my skin…
My reflection is faint, but my brain fills in the bits I can’t actually see.
“I’m glad you asked for today,” his lips brush against my collar bone. “Yesterday, I wanted you so badly, I might have broken half the furniture in here. Today, I can savor you.”
“Breaking furniture could be fun.” I flinch at the soft touch of his fingers skating over my stomach.
“Later.” He smiles against my skin and I feel him laugh.
I lace my fingers in his. “What is it?”
“I was just thinking… yesterday, I would have been too tired to perform in a way that would have let you truly enjoy it.”
