“Any more of that, treasured one, and I will spill my seed all over you. Not exactly the ending that I’m hoping for,” he said, a wry grin dancing across his lips.
“And what’s the ending you are hoping for?” I asked. I held my breath as I waited for his reply. The light-hearted crinkle around his eyes shifted, his face taking on a more serious expression, and I felt my heart race. It felt as if his answer would tell me more than just what he wanted right now. I felt as if his answer would tell me what he had always wanted. The deepest desires of his heart.
Don’t be a fool, Kitty. You know exactly what you’re getting yourself in for. One night. That’s it. Nothing more.
I knew that was right, but I dared to hope. I wasn’t exactly sure what I was hoping for, a future with an alien? It waslaughable. But then, so was the idea that Jon even existed. And yet, here we were.
On Christmas day. My very own alien Christmas present. If this was all I could have, then I would take everything he offered.
He lifted a hand to the side of my face, smoothing his thumb over my cheek as he drank me in. The look a lover gives before they leave forever. “You,” he said simply. “Ever since I saw you... I want you.”
“That’s quite difficult,” I said. I turned my head to one side, and he tilted my face back, so they met his eyes.
“I know.” He smiled sadly and then tilted his head to one side. “But we have this time now, don’t we?”
I nodded.
“Then let me make it good.” His words spread over my body like liquid silk, and I shivered, despite the warmth of the room.
Jon bent his head to run his nose up the side of my neck, nibbling my earlobe with his sharp canines. But he was oh so gentle with those teeth. I shivered, the sensitive skin responding to his touch. He kissed his way down my neck, paying attention to all the spots that I had never considered erogenous zones before.
My collar bone. Yes, when Jon kissed me there, I liked it. What about my bellybutton? Apparently, that turned me on as well. He was the intrepid explorer of my body, leaving no expanse of skin untouched. When his head reached my most delicate place, his nose delving through the neatly trimmed curls that covered my folds, I reached down and moved his head, so his eyes met mine.
“You don’t have to do?—”
“But I want to. I want everything.” And who was I to argue with that?
He explored me with his fingers and his tongue, which was much longer than I had expected. Even having kissed him, I didn’t realize how long his tongue was, and he explored me thoroughly. When he discovered the bundle of nerves of my clit, I moaned at the pleasure that spread through me as he quickly found how I liked to be touched. He soon had me writhing underneath him, his hands on my thighs, holding me in place as I reached my peak. I tumbled over, my back arching, and my cries echoing in the room.
He kissed his way up my body, settling onto one arm so that he was not lying on top of me and crushing me. He lifted a hand to push my brown hair from my face and dropped a kiss on my lips. I could taste myself on him, but I found I didn’t mind at all.
“Wow,” I said. Lacking the ability to speak more.
He grinned, the expression lighting up his face and making him look years younger. How old was he, exactly?
Did it really matter?
I suppose it didn’t. I rolled onto my side, and lifted myself until I was straddling him, his hands lifting to grip my hips, his fingers biting into my soft flesh.
CHAPTER TEN
Jon
Ilet my eyes drift down her body. Her skin so different to mine, pale and flushed from her pleasure. She had small brown spots—not nearly as large as the marks across my neck—across her nose and cheeks.
She dropped her chin and flushed under my scrutiny, refusing to meet my eyes.
“Kitty?” I asked, lifting a finger to tilt her chin so her eyes met mine once more.
“Yes?”
“There is nothing to be ashamed of. Two consenting adults taking pleasure in each other. That’s a normal and wonderful thing,” I said. It was important to me she had no regrets. That she was thoroughly, and completely into this. Into me. “We don’t have to continue?—”
“No!” She lifted a hand, placing it in the center of my chest. Her eyes were wide as she looked at me. She shook her head. “No, I don’t want to stop. It’s just that I’m not used to…”
I blinked. “You mean that you have never been with someone like me?”
Her mouth dropped open, and she looked at me, stunned. And then she collapsed over my chest in fits of laughter.
