by Zara Zenia
I could look even if I couldn’t touch…yet. The wait would just make it that much more erotic and special when I could finally taste her sweet juices.
I picked up a blanket and sat down in one of the lounge chairs on the balcony and pushed it back to the lying position.
“You can join me if you want,” I invited.
The glow of the moon cascaded over her facial features, pulling a sultry seductive look over her that was magnificent. She was a mystery of a present just waiting to be unwrapped.
“Ok I can do that.” Her voice was musky, and singed the mellowness of the moment. A blanket of stars overlapped each other, familiar to me but foreign to her.
I tried to contain the stiff cock as it pitched a tent inside my pants. She slowly crept up beside me and laid down next to me. Her hair smelled of coconuts and reminded me of the time I’d spent back on American beaches on the Earth.
The sea was my favorite place to be on Earth, time seemed to slow down and pace easier on island land. I wondered if we would have that in common because I knew she’d grown up on the coast.
“I really want you to like it here.” The genuine sentiment poured out of me like a faucet, but I didn’t want to be too honest with her just yet, especially when it came to the Looking Eye.
I was enjoying laying there with her for the moment. I knew as soon as I confessed the truth and it spewed from my tongue, that our relationship would be forever changed.
I fought my brain when it came to how close I should try to get to her and with what amount of speed I should encompass.
As if she were reading my mind, she brought up the subject of the sky.
“The stars seem the same here as they do at home.” Her voice was hushed. Her muscles relaxed, molded into the nook of my arm as she nestled further into me.
I let out an audible sigh. “Yes, there’s not much difference there. I’m glad you can find some familiarity here. I’m thrilled you’re open to this new world. I enjoyed growing up here, but on the other hand I have a wandering spirit. I always need to explore new places.”
She glanced up at me, absorbing this aspect of my personality I shared with her. “Hmm,” she said in a faint whisper, pondering agreement. “I like to travel too. My parents always took us to the beach and the mountains as kids. I’ve been to almost all fifty states.”
I could tell she was proud at that admittance from the way her face beamed with a radiant smile.
“Think of being here on Xicret as a vacation to a new place, somewhere fresh to explore and add to your bucket list.” It was an innocent offer that I wanted her to understand and try to get on board with.
She stiffened at my comment, and I realized the magnitude of what I had just said. It was time I started realizing that not everyone shared my thoughts exactly. Or, they might come out a different way, meaning something more complex to another person.
“A permanent vacation.” She sat up and hissed out the words as they slashed at my spirit.
A bitterness sliced through my heart at the sting of her words, leaving an imprint on my heart. Just when things were revving up for a bright future and I found another way to fuck it up. Way to go, you prick. My self-loathing reached a new height in that moment.
Quickly, I tried to repel the damage. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to stir up what you wish to put behind you.” My heartbeat was so loud it could have burst my eardrums.
“No, it’s ok.” She crossed her arms defensively and stared at the deck, refusing to make eye contact with me.
“I am sorry. I didn’t mean to rub salt in a fresh open wound.” The metaphor was as unabashed as my comment.
“I just hope I can get used to being here.” Her tone sounded sad, defeated.
I had to make it up to her. I felt comfortable enough to give her a gentle squeeze—a physical way to show her I cared and was listening to her concerns. All of her emotions were monumental to me.
I wanted to kiss her and taste her cherry red lips. She was still absolutely delicious looking, even if I had to wait for her and take my time.
“Lucy…I…” The words couldn’t form. I didn’t know how to undo the damage.
She looked up at me, visibly trying to read my emotions and scrutinize my features. She was good at reading people. I wasn’t used to feeling exposed or vulnerable, but with her the boundaries were torn.
“I want you to be happy here with me. Thank you for complying with all this. I know it’s a lot to take in.” I squeezed her hand again.
With a magnet force pulling us together, her lips naturally parted in an open invitation to draw me in. The attraction was mutual. She couldn’t escape the chemistry melding us together and neither could I.
The instant my lips touched her mouth, the energy between us changed and a new spark was born. My cock began to harden once again.
She tasted like cherries and I wanted to devour her. Her lips were full and delicious. My tongue explored her mouth in slow deliberate movements.
I was trying to make the moment last as long as possible. I savored in her soft touch, the tiny moan that escaped her lips as I plunged my tongue deeper into her mouth, hungrily feeding on her.
When we pulled apart a few moments later, the tracks of her touch still lingered on my lips, stinging my nerve endings. I was scorching with desire.
“I have to say, that even before when I was acting like such a bitch…underneath it all I couldn’t stop thinking about how hot you are.” She blushed with giddy embarrassment.
Lucy’s revelation caused an eruption of a belly laugh I’d held for so long I thought I might explode. The laugh released amazing endorphins that tranquilized and softened me. I can’t remember the last time I laughed like that, but it felt damn good.
Finally, we had reached a point of comfortable familiarity with each other and I was having a blast getting to know her. I was hysterically laughing, chortling until joyful tears formed in the corners of my eyes.
The effect rubbed off on Lucy and she engaged me, as we both laughed together under the canopy of night stars.
No matter how many worlds apart we had been before this moment, we were finally synchronized, and I loved the potential of it all. The future looked bright and I forgot all about the Looking Eye.
Later that night, I bid her goodnight and trekked my way back to my room, the longing powerful in my bones to get in bed beside her. It wasn’t the right time; I had to ease my way in. That didn’t mean I wouldn’t toss and turn craving her all night.
I knew she was open to the idea of sex between us, but my mind wouldn’t shut off the enormous lie I was trying to stifle, even though it wanted to scream its way out of me.
I knew I was going to have to also introduce her to my parents sooner or later. I only hoped my ruthless father wouldn’t bring up the Looking Eye. He couldn’t be trusted, and I had to be careful with him.
I lay in bed that night tossing and turning, unrest bubbling inside me threatening to crack the surface.
I walked down the hall to Lucy’s room and rapped softly against the door. My muscles tensed in anxiety as I waited for a response that didn’t come. I tried the door knob, and it wasn’t locked. My nerves stood at attention as I slowly opened the door, crept my way inside.
“Who’s there?” Lucy’s voice was a siren in the dark, still night. She sounded puzzled and curious at the same time.
“It’s just me,” I declared and watched as she stood up to attention. Boldly I made my way to her side of the bed. I needed to feel her body heat next to my skin.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered. “I just couldn’t stay away from you.” I pushed a tendril of hair off her cheek, tucked it behind her ear gently and she smiled with elegant grace.
“You can lay with me if you want.” She shuffled to the middle of the bed, and I climbed in, pulling the sheets over both of us.
I was grateful for the invitation. The sexual energy was massive between us, but just to feel her warm skin next to mine was all I needed to surren
der to sleep. Just as I expected would happen once I was lying next to her, I slowly I drifted into a better tomorrow.
Chapter Twelve
Lucy
The body heat from Harkzak radiating off the bed and leaked onto my skin. It awakened a vibrating hunger and wetness between my legs that I couldn’t resist.
I didn’t know if I wanted him to be untouchable and I found my mind wandering to a daydream of my legs wrapped around his waist.
My imagination had certainly taken flight. My body trembled with electric heat when I thought about his hardened cock between my legs.
I was flustered every time he was around me because I wanted him. I wondered how long it would be before he relinquished control of his own primal urges and allowed me a taste of him in all his blue handsome glory. I was surprising myself to how smitten I was with him. I guessed part of the reason stemmed from my bitterness of being totally abandoned by my real family.
For the first time since arriving on this strange planet of Xicret, when I next woke up the grief in my heart was not as solid. I could tell that my woes had decreased and had faded significantly.
There would probably always be a hole in my heart where the void of my family once lived. I was sure the emptiness would linger there for quite some time as the embers of my past turned to dust.
It was still painful knowing that they had moved on without me and I couldn’t leave Xicret. On some days, I allowed myself to fantasize about Harkzak allowing me to go back and forth.
I daydreamed about space travel so that I could have the best of both worlds…literally. That was what pressed me to charge forward.
Every day up until now I had wanted to shut the blinds and the world out simultaneously and sleep my life away.
I knew that intergalactic travel took time and money and those supplies were not unlimited. Even for Harkzak who was a prince…the logistics weren’t all there. Even still, a girl could dream. I had lived with the mindset that anything was possible, and I wasn’t going to stop believing that now.
Now I saw lines of sunlight scattering into the room. They sprayed across the white carpet, making it seem like it was glowing and sparkling.
I sighed with contentment and turned over, fully expecting to see Harkzak still sleeping beside me. I instinctively reached my hand out to touch his skin.
I wanted to feel the trivets of his chiseled body as I gloriously relished in grazing my fingertips over his body. Instead of finding him to meet flesh with flesh, my hand fumbled across the silky, soft sheets instead.
I sat up, puzzled. He wasn’t there. I glanced around the room in confusion. There was still a faint touch of foggy and hazy grogginess to my morning arousal.
“Harkzak?” My voice rang through the air with the question and was returned with silence.
A dreaded thought came to me. I was so damn paranoid all the time. Where was all my self-confidence? I wondered if he snuck out in the middle of the night, torn whether he should stay with me or if he thought it might only further complicate our already muddled relationship.
His views and actions didn’t reflect someone who wanted a mate. Then again, he did mention his parents had pressured him into going to Earth to find a woman to bring back. In some ways I felt sorry for him.
Maybe we had more in common than I had initially thought. We both felt the pressures of our modern society and had parents who wanted us to live up to whatever platform of potential they wanted to see from us.
Perhaps his head wasn’t completely in the game, and he just wanted me here to get them off his back. I could respect him for that, but at the same time, it made me frustrated.
If he was going to have to go along with the plan, then he should at least try to make me feel like I was worth it. I knew the potential was there for us to bond and connect on a more spiritual level. Right now, I could tell that he just wanted me for my body.
I admitted attraction to him and welcomed an intimate relationship. I knew these things took time. It was a gradual process, not something that could springboard overnight.
The intimate longing of lust in his eyes was undeniable, and I knew I had seen it flash in the twinkle of his eyes.
I wanted to get lost in the private moment of his thoughts and pick his brain for the future of us, and for me. I wanted him to whisper his deepest, darkest fantasies into my ears and tingle me with pleasure.
I didn’t know where he was, but I was eager to follow a new found initiative to adapt to life and the people of this planet. I needed to show him my commitment to being here.
I already knew that my embracing of the new culture was my only chance for mental survival. When in Rome, they say. If you can’t beat them, join them.
I looked at my reflection in the mirror. I immediately noticed with some relief that my eyes didn’t appear as dark and tired as they had been the last few days.
There was more bounce and shine to my hair. My cheeks had a rosy flush. It was almost as if I had been raised from the dead, back to the land of the living.
The universe was giving me another opportunity to make the most of my life. Perhaps I could still pursue my goals of being a teacher even on a different planet. Maybe I could learn their language and then teach the children here how to speak English.
The thought of snowballing into a career here thrilled and excited me. Maybe everything I ever needed was here on Xicret and I just had to be placed in the environment in order to realize my full potential.
Ideas popped to the surface of my brain, exciting me. I splashed water on my face. I was already feeling the positive effects of awakening and rejuvenation. I pelted down the stairs two at a time. Adrenaline and fresh new hope was cleansing my soul with each happy leap.
“Hello!” I greeted the room with a massively enormous smile on my face.
I exclaimed and proclaimed my new outlook of joy. I placed my arms over my head. I animatedly addressed Esme and Locklen the two housekeepers. Their expressions changed from fear to confusion.
To be fair, they weren’t used to getting anything other than snide remarks or screams of protest from me.
I hadn’t exactly been the token of kindness to them. I hoped they would be willing to yield me another chance.
“I realize I don’t know your language, but I want to learn now. I’m eager. It’s not every day that I get to live in a huge mansion like this. Granted, back home I did live in a pretty decent sized house. My dad was a real estate broker; he made shit tons of money but not to this scale.”
I walked in circles around the kitchen island, chatting animatedly as I looked between Esme and Locklen. They stared at me with jaws dropped, unable to understand a single word I was saying.
Okay, so the language barrier was going to be a bit of an issue. I thought about my longing to become a teacher. I was willing to be the one to bend and learn their dialect. I hoped to one day be fluent enough to work with children.
I kept walking around in a circle. I was hyper and full of energy that I needed to release. It was like being on a sugar rush, but I never wanted to crash. I kept rambling, even as they stared at me dumbstruck.
“I was spoiled back home. I wonder if Harkzak will spoil me too. What do you guys think?”
I halted from my enthusiastic pacing and looked at them as if they could answer me. They exchanged a glance and I watched as their posture continued to tighten. They didn’t trust me, but I hadn’t given them any reason to either. That was, up until this point.
“What’s this called in Xicretese?” I pointed to the refrigerator, walked up to it and gave it a tap with my knuckles.
“Refrigerator in Xicretese?” I questioned again. I tapped the fridge lightly with a smile.
At the sound of one word they knew, which was Xicretese, Esme began to nod. She was short and adorable, with short brown hair that stopped at her shoulders with a bouncy wave.
She wore a red apron with pockets, adding to her measurable cuteness. She shifted her weight and licked her
lips. Her blue skin was lighter in color than Harkzak’s. I could tell that she wanted to communicate with me.
She pointed a finger at the fridge and told me the Xicretese word for it. Yes! I was on course to learning already. She had understood the concept of what I was asking just by gestures. The gap was narrowing every step of the way.
Excited, I glanced around the room, wanting to know more information. I wanted to find out everything I could. I knew it would take patience, but I was on a roll.
Before I could find something else to learn about and find a name for, I heard a male voice clear their throat and I was immediately interrupted.
“What’s all this?” I spun around to find Harkzak looking at the three of us, his eyes narrowed with concern.
He wasn’t used to seeing me engaging in a friendly manner with his palace staff. I had my work cut out for me. There was a lot to prove.
Before I could explain, Esme started bouncing on her heel excitedly, speaking Xicretese to Harkzak.
Of course, I had no idea what she was saying, but I suspected the result was favorable. She was smiling and waving her hands in the air. She glanced at me and gave me a twinkling grin.
Harkzak’s eyes lit up like a Christmas tree. “Is she serious?” He directed a large blue thumb at Esme, his dedicated housekeeper.
He too was smiling now as if he’d just received very pleasingly fortunate news.
“I don’t know, I can’t understand what she’s saying, obviously.” I laughed to let him know I was only teasing, keeping myself full of lighthearted vibes.
“She says you asked her what refrigerator meant in Xicretese. Do you want to learn our language?” His voice rose to a high energized pitch. I’d never seen him this excited before.
I nodded my head and grinned. “Yes, that is true. And yes, I do want to learn Xicretese. I always told myself I should be more cultured.” I went over to hug him with enthusiasm.
The two palace staff members smiled with giddiness as they saw Harkzak and I talking lightly with smiles. They didn’t know what we were saying, but they probably did know that I was supposed to become his mate.