“T’raat?” I waved my free hand in front of his staring eyes. “Earth to T’raat. Aren’t you gonna say anything?”
He blinked. Licked his lips. Looked into my eyes. “You did not wish to expose yourself to me until our third date. I am confused.”
I took one of his hands and placed it on my chest. “I’m trusting you with this. I know you won’t hurt me. You won’t make me do anything I don’t want to do. I know you’re not faking your pain, and I trust that you won’t take advantage of this.”
The wonder in his eyes stunned me. I hadn’t expected him to be so dumbstruck. They’re just tits, after all. His people had extra, if I recalled. My measly two shouldn’t be so amazing.
After a few seconds of apparent shock, he slowly slid his hand down the front of my chest until he had my left breast cupped in his palm. He licked his lips again and gently brushed his thumb over my hard nipple. I’d like to say that it was only the cold making it hard, but if I was being honest with myself, his touch was also a factor.
“They’re beautiful,” he murmured with a faraway look in his eyes. He shifted his grip, tested the weight of it in his hand. Then he met my eyes again, his expression pleading. “May I touch the other?”
I couldn’t help but smile at him. “Sure. Touch away. Anything that you can see, you can touch. We can add that rule. I’m letting you see it, so go for it.”
He hesitated, but after a moment he brought his other hand to my right breast. He looked from one to the other and back again, his eyes wide and dilated. “May I—” he shuddered and swallowed, his throat bobbing. “May I … taste them?”
That took me by surprise, enough so that I had to pause and think out my response. I didn’t want things to get too heated, but I also didn’t want to be a tease.
Rather than answer him verbally, I buried both hands in his hair and pulled his face to my bare chest. His breath was hot against my skin, sending a strange shiver through my body that had nothing to do with the chill in the barn. A sudden afterthought hit me, and I piped up before he could open his mouth.
“Just be careful with those fangs of yours. I don’t know about Xalanite boobs, but human ones are a bit tender.”
He nodded, then gave my cleavage a tentative lick. I gulped and bit my lip, trying not to moan. While I wanted to encourage him, I didn’t want him going overboard. T’raat nuzzled my boobs and inhaled.
“You smell nice. It is different from your normal scent. Myn’rilquite like it.”
Uh-oh. I hadn’t thought about it, but … Could he smell my arousal from this?
“Tell me, Leigh, do you enjoy when I touch your teats? Is this something that human women derive pleasure from?”
He said this in between mouthfuls of tit, while going back and forth from right to left. His tongue traced circles around my nipple as he nibbled and sucked and licked, until I was a trembling mess.
“Yes. God, yes.”
My words, intended to be a whisper, echoed in the barn. I felt T’raat’s lips spread into a grin against my skin, and he redoubled his efforts.
I almost lost it when he pulled out both hisn’riland started stroking the bigger one.
“Does this bother you?” he asked, his words muffled by my tits.
“No,” I said, breathless.
“If you wish …” He began to huff and puff as he stroked himself even faster. “If you wish, the same rule could apply to you. You may touch whatever you can see.”
Was I ready to touch an alien dick? Was I ready to lick and suck one? I had given Jim and Tim each a blowjob last spring when I was pursuing them. I must’ve done a shit job of it since they both turned me down, or maybe it was good enough that they considered themselves done with me.
I shook my head to clear it of thoughts of the twins. T’raat deserved my full attention.
He froze and backed away from my chest. “That gesture … It means no.”
“No!” I grabbed his head and yanked it back to my boobs. “I mean, no, it doesn’t mean no. It didn’t. That’s not why I did that.” Oh, I hoped I hadn’t killed the mood …
T’raat groaned into me. “Human women are confusing. Do you wish to touch myn’rilor not?”
Touch ‘em, lick ‘em, suck ‘em … I was half-tempted to just say “screw the three-date rule” and jump ‘em, but I had to reign myself in. “Lie down, T’raat.”
And lie down he did, like a good boy. I knelt between his legs and braced myself. If he didn’t like this, it might be the end of my brief interspecies relations. If he did … well, then, in two more nights I might just learn exactly what thosen’rilcould do.
“Do you know what a blowjob is?” I asked.
