There was not enough preparation in the world to get me mentally ready for the sensations of having a living, breathing, vibrating, throbbing, thrusting sex toy inside me. There was not enough preparation for the prehensile bonus uppern’rilthat licked and stroked my clit. Sex with a Xalanite was a fucking experience that just blew everything else out of the water.
How do you prepare for something like that?
Not one to be outdone, I did my best to at the very least keep up with the paces, if not give T’raat a run for his money in this. For every thrust of his powerful hips, I met him halfway withmy own, and for every lick, nibble, and suck on my shoulders, neck, and jaw, I licked, nibbled, and sucked on him right back. I found that he responded most when I paid attention to his gills, shuddering and sighing and growling like a wild animal when I stimulated those parts of him.
The purring increased to a loud rumble. The thrusting sped up. I hadn’t thought it possible, but his dick vibrated on a whole new frequency that made my resolve to be quiet go out the damn window as I screamed, squealed, and screeched my way to what I assumed would only be my first penetration-fueled orgasm of the morning.
Aunt Ann was gonna kill me. She’d given me this opportunity, and I probably sounded like a fucking porn actor from where they sat out in the front room.
Fuck it. I gave up on caring. There was just T’raat and me. Just the two of us uniting.
Nothing else mattered. Nobody else mattered.
I completely forgot about the AARO moles for a few hours. Forgot about Dad. Forgot everything except the man in bed with me and his massive knot, which hit spots inside me I hadn’t even known existed.
Suddenly, T’raat gave a frustrated grunt after one of his climaxes, and his knot shrunk as he slid out of me with a frown marring his perfect scaled face. He tried to roll away from me, but after all the communication we’d accomplished that morning, I wasn’t about to let him get away with that. I was hooked on being open and honest and vulnerable with each other, and T’raat was just going to have to deal with that.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, cuddling up to his side in open defiance of his attempt to distance from me.
“I am … finished.”
“So? What does that have to do with the sudden sour mood?”
He moved his arm to let me in closer, and when I curled up against his broad chest, he rested his arm around my shoulders, his fingers gently stroking the skin of my upper arm. “I can no longer pleasure you. I am spent.”
“What, like forever?” Did Xalanite men only have one round in them? It didn’t jive with what I’ve known about them from the Internet and my own rabid curiosity. All accounts I could find of dalliances with Xalanite men reported healthy sexual appetites, with the kind of staying power human men can only dream of.
He blinked. “No! But for a time. Perhaps some hours.”
I swatted his chest playfully. “So why are you upset? You’ve already satisfied me half a dozen times this morning. If you’re already ready to go again in a few hours, I can only hope to keep up with you again.”
“You are not disappointed in me?”
“Of course not. Where did you get the notion that humans expect that kind of marathon sex?”
“Mating programs.”
Ah. The porn. He watched some superhuman porn actors, and he assumed that was the norm for my species. “No, sweetie. Most human men are good to go for, like, twenty minutes, from what I understand. The porn shows exaggerate what human males are capable of. I can assure you, today was more than enough to satiate me for probably a solid week. Much more of this, and my poor pussy is gonna be raw.”
His expression morphed from disappointment to genuine concern. “I have damaged you?”
Lord, have mercy. “No, T’raat. I just meant that the tissue down there is … delicate. If we don’t, er, pace ourselves, we could damage me. But I’m not damaged.” I paused. “Yet.”
T’raat’s other hand slipped under the covers and stroked my pubic hair. “I do not wish to damage you. We will wait a solid week, if that is a good time frame to avoid damage.” Before Icould protest, he kissed me and rolled onto his side until he was facing me. “If you still desire me in a week, we will continue.”
“Are you fucking with me?”
He blinked at me. “I told you: I cannot for several hours.”
“It’s an expression, T’raat. It means messing with me. Teasing me.”
Despite the blackout curtains in this guest room, I could see the wide grin spreading his lips even with his eyes no longer glowing. I smacked his pec again and laughed. “You jerk! You know I’m not going to lose interest in you in a week, or ever. You’re stuck with me.”
He pressed his hand to my lower back and drew me closer. “I would not wish to be stuck with anyone else, human or Xalanite.”
Chapter 16
T’raat
