He reached out, his hands gripping my knees. “Let me see you,” he repeated as he parted my legs, his fingers trailing on my thighs.
I lay there, legs splayed, hands resting on my stomach, uncertain.
“You are so beautiful.” His voice carried a thickness it had not before.
“Let me see you, too.”
At my request, he pulled his jumpsuit off his shoulders and shimmied it down his body. I would have laughed at the idea of such a big man shimmying. But. Oh my god. “You’re beautiful, too,” I breathed, reaching out one hand.
His hand engulfed mine. I marveled anew at the swirls of blue, green, and purple in his pearlescent skin.
Of their own volition, my eyes found his crotch. “Where are your balls?” The question flew out of my mouth before I could stop it. “Hopefully, I didn’t just kill the mood.”
He sat next to me on the bed, his emanating heat brushing against my bare skin. “You did not,” he assured me, lifting my fingers to his mouth and gently kissing them, one at a time. “Our species has their … balls … on the inside, to protect them for mating.”
“Fascinating.” It had always seemed a bit like a defect for a man’s testes to be outside their bodies, so easily susceptible to damage. “Your body heat doesn’t damage your version of sperm?”
“It does not.” His eyes, now that molten amber color, pinned me to the bed. “Do you have more biology questions?”
Like a reflex, my gaze returned to his cock. Covered in that gorgeous lustrous skin, the round corkscrew shape intrigued me. And intimidated me, despite how exquisite it had felt in my hands and mouth. “What will that feel like inside me?” I babbled, struck with the thought of an alien penis inside me.
“I can describe it,” he began, lowering himself to me, “but would you rather feel it instead?”
The heat from his body on mine ignited a low fire from that earlier ember. My hands fondled his chest, enjoying the feather-like feel of the soft hair. Cair propped himself over me with one hand, while the other explored my body.
“I assume humans also prefer preparation prior to copulation?” His question came as his free fingers played with my nipples, cupping each breast before gliding to my bush.
The words confused me for a moment before I nipped his chin playfully. “Yes, we do.”
Cair cupped my pussy, his palm providing external stimulation while his fingers rubbed along my sensitive folds.
I moaned into his chest. Sliding my own hands lower, I grabbed his ass cheek with one and wrapped my fingers around the hard spine at the base of the coiled penis.
Cair’s moans joined my own as we enjoyed each other’s bodies. My hips rose to push against his hand, and he inserted first one digit and then a second one into my cunt.
I arched my back in response. Cair’s fingers moved in and out, bringing my pleasure higher and higher. Not wanting him to be left behind, my hand on his cock followed the corkscrew edges, my fingers running along the soft, brush-like skin.
As the crescendo grew, I whispered, “I want you inside me.”
I had a moment of emptiness when Cair withdrew his fingers from my pussy. And then the most unusual sexual feeling I’d ever experienced with a dick or a dildo filled me. The spiraled edge of his cock created incredible, undulating friction as the edge moved along the walls of my vagina. The velvety skin, almost downy, generated an internal feeling of being stroked by smooth flower petals. It was intensely erotic.
Cair’s mouth crushed mine. His tongue darted between my parted lips and danced inside my mouth. I moaned against him, our bodies enmeshed as his hips rose. With each movement of his curving cock, my craving ascended. The waves of desire rose in time with his hips. He pushed his cock in and out, in and out. The ridges along his penis drove my hunger higher. The tight fullness of his cock combined with the downy, spiral edges brought me to the brink of ecstasy.
And then I screamed his name as he grunted into my shoulder. Our climaxes intertwined much like our intertwined bodies. Pulsating bursts of energy ripped through me. I rode the blissful release, Cair’s heated body shuddering above me. Tingling aftershocks flowed through me. My body jerked with each one, feeding off the electricity. I clung to Cair’s shoulders, holding him to me until we lay together in a contented tangle.
Cair whispered into my ear, “I could get used to this.”
I closed my eyes, enjoying the melody of his voice combined with the aftereffects of our lovemaking. “You and me both.” His fingers caressed my shoulder, a silent promise that this was no fleeting thing. The quiet hum of the ship under us, the soft lights above, and the steady warmth of his body made me realize that wherever we went next, I’d have a place to call home.
And for the first time in my life, the future felt less like something to survive and more like something to step into.
Six Months Later
I never would have imaginedthat six months after my rather eventful thirtieth birthday, I would return to Earth. After I had said goodbye and told my family that I would be traveling with my new boyfriend—who they were very taken with, of course—I assumed it might be years before we returned to the familiar blue ball I once called home. Now Cair and I lounged in the oversized, delectably comfortable, bed in the main bedroom on his ship. No,ourship.
“Is this runner worth your time?” I asked, a throwback joke about how we met. Back then, Cair had confided to me that he had wanted to turn down Vadhea’s assignment to retrieve Xelthar Zarnoth. Naturally, he was just as glad he originally couldn’t say no as I was, since otherwise we never would have met. And I never would have learned how turned on I was by sexy interrogations. Who knew?
Cair faced me in our shared bed. The slight lift of his upper lip was the only acknowledgement of my joke as he answered seriously about our new case. “He is. Another Brakian, though.”
