“Well?”
“You will think less of me.”
“T’raat, that’s silly. I’m a virgin, so why would I think less of you if you are, too?”
“Males should know how to please their females.” He sighed and released me, sitting back on his hay bale bed. “But you are correct. I was not in the breeding caste on Xalan before our leadership changed. I did not get the experience that some other males may have. I fear sometimes that you are making me wait because you do not think me capable of pleasing you.”
“T’raat, that’s ridiculous!” I straddled his lap and took his face in my hands. “Baby, you already please me plenty. I’m sure you’ll do just as well when we finally do have sex. I just … It’s kind of an Earth tradition, the three-date rule. It’s more to protect my, uh, innocence than anything. It’s not a punishment, and it’s not because I don’t think you can please me.” To prove my point, I grabbed one of his hands and held it to my heated crotch. I ground my hips against his hand, letting him feel how warm and damp I already was.
He looked down at where his hand met my jeans. “I cannot see this part. I should not be touching it,” he said, his voice thick and husky.
Poor guy. He really was trying to honor my wishes, even when I was the one breaking my own rules. I unzipped my pants and unhooked the button, fumbling until I could get them far enough off to stuff his hand in. “Let’s forget that rule. Touch me, T’raat. Use your hand.”
“My hand …?”
I grunted with frustration and climbed off of him so I could get in a better position. I slid my pants off and laid back on the blanketed hay, spreading my legs. “There. You can see it. Now, for God’s sake, touch it!”
T’raat’s eyes started to glow, and he ran his fingers through my pubic hair. “Xalanite women do not grow hair here,” he murmured. “Only their heads.”
“You’re really going to compare me to other women right now?”
He didn’t answer, but then again, he seemed mesmerized by what he could see. After a few more seconds of stroking my hair, he knelt between my legs and slid a tentative finger inside me. I moaned and shifted my hips, trying to encourage him to do more.
“Please, T’raat, don’t tease me,” I whined.
“I am not teasing,” he replied, licking his lips again. “I am experiencing. I do not wish to rush this. I wish to take my time. To memorize every detail.”
His words, though sweet, made me self-conscious. I felt more exposed by his sweetness than I had been just moments ago when I stripped from the waist down for him. I blushed and started to close my legs, but he held them open with gentle hands and bent until his face was inches from my eager pussy.
“You have tasted me. Now it is my turn to taste you.”
That was all the warning I had before he dove in.
My back arched, and I laced my hands in his jet-black hair as T’raat devoured me. That was about all I was capable of, because he rendered me mute instantly. I couldn’t have told him what to do if my life had depended on it. This wasallT’raat.
The world turned on its head as he licked, nibbled, and sucked me right over the fucking edge of reality. I shook violently, trembling from head to toe. When I started to come—thefirsttime—T’raat moaned and licked up every drop while he fingered me through that orgasm straight into another one. I wriggled and squirmed as I came undone, but he held me firmly in place with one hand.
By the time he finished, which was three orgasms later, my muscles had all gone limp. I tried to roll over or sit up, but I couldn’t move without his help. How was I going to get back to my own bed before Dad woke up?
“I have not injured you, have I?” T’raat asked as he guided my body into a sitting position, letting me lean my shoulder against his for support. While I fought to find my words, he covered my exposed half with a spare blanket.
“N-no, T’raat. It’s not that. You’ve just worn me out. I’m not hurt.”
He kissed my cheek and smoothed my hair. “Good. I would have to harm myself if I’d done you harm.”
I opened my mouth to discourage self-harm when the crunch of tires on gravel distracted me. With T’raat’s help, I got up and looked out the loft window at the drive leading to the house. A row of black SUVs ambled up the drive, all shiny and sleek and way too clean to belong to anyone around here. They screamed “government vehicle,” and my heart sank in my chest as I realized what was happening.
Aunt Ann had arrived, and she brought friends.
Chapter 10
T’raat
Since Leigh’s body was still weak after I pleasured her, I carried her down the ladder and across the farm back to her room, keeping to the shadows to avoid detection by her aunt. I wished to remain with her, but Leigh insisted that I return to the barn until she instructed me otherwise. The thought of leaving her alone to, as she put it, “face the music,” troubled me, but I did as I was instructed.
The wait for said instructions was long and maddening. I fretted constantly, pacing back and forth in the loft while Leigh and her father faced unknown punishment for my presence on the farm.
After half a time unit, footsteps drew my attention to the window of the loft. I looked out the window and saw half a dozen men and women following Harrison as he walked towards the barn. Leigh was not among them, and I worried for her safety. A woman favoring Harrison walked next to him. Her stance andposture spoke of leadership and her uniform had many medals and decorations on it. I presumed her to be his sister, Ann.
