“Don’t,” he said, his tone sort of cold and commanding.
I glanced up. He moved across the floor, closing the distance between us until I felt the heat off his body like I was standing before a bonfire on a chilled fall night. His long fingers nudged at my chin, tilting up my face so I could meet his violet eyes.
I stopped breathing. All the embarrassment I was feeling vanished as I sank into the depths of his gaze. It was almost hypnotizing, the way he made me feel. He could likely issue any command and I would obey, no matter how insane it might be.
“I’m pretty sure you need to breathe,” he spoke. The words were thick with accent and his lips curved up into a full smile.
I filled my chest with oxygen, still unable to look away.
“Don’t be embarrassed,” he spoke, reminding me we’d been having a conversation. “The pleasure you displayed, that you so boldly felt… I never thought possible.”
My head jerked back slightly, unintentionally pulling away from his touch. He didn’t know pleasure was possible? That was odd. “I don’t understand.”
“Sapiens are very much like humans in many ways, but in other ways, we are very different.”
“Are you saying you don’t find pleasure in sex?” I couldn’t believe I was having this conversation. On a hovercraft. In space. With an uber-hot alien.
“Sapiens don’t find pleasure in most anything. Our planet is colder than earth, more serious. You are a race governed by emotion and feeling. At my home, we prefer to live a simpler life. A life less governed by gratification.”
“That must suck.”
The corner of his mouth tipped up. “Yes, I suppose it does… suck.”
I laughed. The term seemed out of place on his tongue.
His eyes drank me in like I was something he’d never seen before, something he was fascinated by. Maybe it was the amethyst hue or perhaps the way he made me feel like I was gazing up at the most brilliant of night skies, but no one had ever looked at me that way.
It was like he looked into me. Like he saw things that even I didn’t know. It was as if he’d made some amazing discovery that no one had ever stumbled upon…
And that discovery was me.
Exhilaration bubbled up inside me, fizzing up like a shaken liter of soda. Just the hint of air, the suggestion of release, and everything inside would explode out of me. He made me feel bold, inspired… exclusive.
“Then, why?” I asked. “Why would the Sapiens live that way? Why not change?”
An almost sad look crossed his features. His sadness penetrated me, made me feel hollow. I couldn’t imagine a life without any kind of pleasure or enjoyment. How lonely he must be.
“The elders who govern my planet do not like change. They uphold tradition and respect.”
“Getting enjoyment out of life isn’t a bad thing.”
“We wouldn’t know how to attain it anyway,” he whispered, gazing away. It made me wonder about the failed attempts at pleasure. It made me wonder what kind of hidden trials there had been.
“I could show you,” I said, my voice turning breathless.
The silver flecks in his eyes seemed to glisten when he looked at me once more.
“And how would you show me?” he murmured.
The exhilaration that burned through my veins caused me to lift my hands and place them, palms down, on his shoulders. His pupils dilated slightly, and a little shudder moved through me because he was like my own personal sauna. My skin greedily soaked up his heat.
“In order to know pleasure,” I whispered, dragging my hands across his wide stature and down his covered arms, “you must feel.”
He swallowed thickly, the Adam’s apple in his neck jerking with the effort.
I felt his hunger. Perhaps I always had. Maybe that’s why when he touched me before, I enjoyed it so much, because I knew he liked it. He wanted me to purr in satisfaction, to show him a side of human nature he thought was unattainable… He hadn’t realized I could make him feel the same.
Oh, and I was going to.
I was going to give back to him every ounce of bliss he gave to me.
For the first time in Tarek’s life, I was going to show him what it was to feel.
I glanced up at him through lowered lashes, my fingers trailing across his chest, fondling for the zipper that held the robe around his body. “Will you let me show you?”
He swallowed again, his eyes looking at where I was caressing him atop the silky material. Tarek’s eyes met mine and he nodded.
the lesson
I
was shaking.
The zipper on the robe slid down with ease. My arm lowered as far as it could reach. It wasn’t low enough. I wanted his clothing gone. I wanted to see him entirely. I ached to touch wherever my fingers chose to drift.
I glanced at him, then lowered, bending my knees so I slid down his chest, descending the zipper as I went until I was almost on my knees. Tarek stood still, his arms at his sides, and I enjoyed his stillness. I enjoyed being the one in charge.
Slowly, I stood back up, letting my front graze his chest as I moved. The edges of the robe were parted only slightly, revealing more of that marble-like skin, perfectly pale and taut. I held his eyes, fighting the urge to get lost in their depths as my fingers slipped beneath the fabric and pushed it over his shoulders.
The robe landed soundless at our feet, curling around both of us like it was purposely tying us together. I didn’t mind. Being this close to him was a high. Like a rush of lazy adrenaline filling my limbs and causing the area between my legs to throb with desire.
His body was unbelievable. His skin was pure, like the way fresh fallen snow appeared as it blanketed the ground. His arms were long and sinewy, the muscle corded beneath his skin, affording him the look of being crafted from steel. There wasn’t a single mark on him. No hair, no birthmarks, no moles. He didn’t boast any little wrinkles from the sun or show any kind of wear and tear from everyday life.
His chest, dear God his chest, it was broad and strong. If I wasn’t standing so close, I would have sworn it was carved out of granite. His pecs were so defined my palms itched to fill themselves with them. In the center of each perfectly formed muscle were symmetrical nipples. The skin around them was slightly darker, drawing even more attention to the area, and the center was puckered with hard little pebbles.
Without thought, I leaned in and sucked one into my mouth.
I heard his breath catch, but then my own mind and body overruled my ears. It was so incredibly easy to roll that little round stone in my moist, eager mouth. I opened my lips wider, sucking more of his chest into my mouth, creating a gentle tugging sensation against his skin.
If ice were hot, this was exactly what it would feel like. His skin glided over my tongue, almost melting in my mouth, slipping across my lips, sliding against my teeth. It was taunting to say the least.
Before pulling away, I tugged at him with my teeth, nipping at him and noting the once pale and flawless skin was slightly flushed from my ministrations. I lifted my head momentarily and Tarek looked at me, this hazy expression upon his features.
I smiled and lowered my head to his other nipple, giving it the same treatment.
The ridges of his abs were unmistakable and spanned the entire length of his waist, giving way to a V-cut at his hip where even more remarkable skin was on display. Tarek was wearing nothing beneath the robe, and the thought of him being so close to naked all those times I’d been here with him caused my body to shudder.
What would it be like to have his rock-hard body over me? Would his cock be as solid as the rest of him? Would he spear me from the inside until I could only gasp?
God, I hoped so.
But I was going to take my time. I was going to show him exactly what he’d been missing all these years.
I licked his abs like he was some delicious lollipop and I wanted to get to the treasure in the center. I knew I was affecting him because as I licked, his a
bs would contract, quivering under me and making me even bolder.
I grasped his hips, tightening my fingers around him and letting my nails dig into his flesh just slightly. Slowly, I pushed him backward, his feet obeying my command. When the backs of his legs hit the sofa, gently I pushed him down onto the white leather.
I fitted myself between his legs and looked down, taking in the cock between them. It stood straight out, straining against the skin and jerking with every breath he took. Like the rest of him, his member was very long, but unlike his arms, he was not sinewy. He was thick and meaty, a primed sword ready for battle. I was pretty sure if I wrapped my finger and thumb around the base that the tips would barely meet.
Little thrills shot through me. I wasn’t sure my body would open wide enough for Tarek, but I sure as hell wanted to try.
The area around his wood was completely hairless, smooth, and unlined. His balls seemed larger than any I’d ever seen, and they weren’t wrinkled like that of a human male. I was pretty sure if he stood, they would hang heavily against his thighs, like trophies of manliness, a promise to deliver copious amounts of hot seed into my wet and waiting pussy.
The bottom of my stomach dropped as I realized just how heady it was to look upon him. I’d barely touched him, yet I knew if he even grazed me with an accidental touch, I would explode into an orgasm unlike any I’d ever known.
The desire in this room, the raw passion, was undeniable. It made it hard to think, to see…
“Can you feel that?” I asked him, unable to tear my eyes away from his waiting cock.
He made a sound that was a cross between a denial and agreement. That’s okay. I wanted to work for it.
I dropped to my knees before him, letting my shoulders brush against the inside of his knees. Using my palms, I spread his legs to grant myself more access and then I dragged my nails down the insides of his thighs.
A slight tremor moved beneath his skin, and I smiled.
He was not unaffected by me.
Eager to explore him, I wrapped my hand around the base of his penis and squeezed. His head fell back against the couch, and I hunched over him, slowly sucking his swollen length between my lips.
His entire body stilled, shock seemed to ripple around the room. I withdrew slowly, pulling my lips up the sides of his dick, delivering a little bit of pressure. Before lifting my head, I sucked the very tip of him, twirling my tongue over the small hole at the top.
I looked up. “Do you like this?”
He lifted his head and looked at me. “Don’t stop.”
I smiled. “I wasn’t going to.”
After that, I wasn’t as slow. I slid my mouth down over him, sliding until he hit the back of my throat. Even then, I pushed a little more, just because I loved the way he felt against me. My mouth worked him with eagerness, pumping up and down along his rigid length, leaving his cock moist and throbbing. Every so often, I pulled back completely and nipped down the outside of his dick with my teeth.
Little sounds erupted from the back of his throat, and his hands fisted at his sides.
Wanting to give him even more pleasure, I gripped the base and held him firmly, lifting him so I could dive down and suck one of his sacks into my mouth.
He mumbled something I couldn’t understand and his hips surged upward, pushing himself farther into my mouth.
Releasing his cock, I grabbed his inner thighs and lavished attention on his boys, sucking and licking until his legs were shaking with the need for release.
Momentarily, I lifted my head, wanting to see his face. He rolled the back of his head along the couch and glanced at me, his eyes almost glowing the most brilliant shade of purple. My lips parted with surprise as I studied the glittering color.
“I…” he said, his words faltering. His hips rotated upward, seeking something he probably didn’t know he needed.
I smiled and grasped his hands, placing them on my shoulders. “Hold on,” I whispered and took him into my mouth once more.
I pumped him quickly. Letting my lips close around him, keeping the pressure steady as I milked his cock for every last ounce of pleasure I could. I knew he was going to erupt when his fingers dug into my skin. I made a little purring sound in the back of my throat and it vibrated the tip, which was buried against my throat.
His shout came quickly, suddenly. His cock jerked almost violently. Hot liquid filled my mouth, and, yeah, I drank it down because I wanted every last drop of satisfaction he gave me. Even after his moans quieted and his fingers went slack against my shoulders, I sucked him gently, not quite willing to lift my head.
My underwear was drenched with arousal. My knees were trembling and my breasts ached to the point of pain. He’d barely touched me, yet I was so ready for sex that I almost stood and sank down over top of him to quench my thirst for his oversized cock.
When I finally released his member, I laid it gently against his thigh. It wasn’t quite as hard as it had been, but it was nowhere near flaccid. In fact, just looking at its firmness caused me to want to ride him all over again.
I sat back a little, remaining between his legs. My tongue darted out to feel the swollen flesh of my lips. Tarek stared down at me with wonder in his face.
“Did you feel?” I asked him, my voice hoarse.
“Is that what it’s like for you?” he asked, his voice low.
“When you touched me, yes.”
“I… No one’s ever taken me in their mouth before,” he said.
I smiled, feeling quite full of myself.
“It was incredible. It was like my mind just emptied.”
I nodded, totally understanding. I knew what it was like to have your body and senses take over. My legs were actually wobbly when I stood. Desire hammered through my bloodstream like a drug, making me drunk, making me feel high. I grabbed the robe that lay abandoned on the floor and carried it over to sit beside Tarek on the couch. I used it to drape over us both, totally thrilled that we shared the same cover.
“Your blanket is there,” he pointed out, motioning to the blanket he gave me earlier.
“But this is yours.”
He looked at me like he didn’t understand.
“I want this because it smells like you. Because it was wrapped around you. It makes me feel near you,” I replied honestly, my words making me feel completely vulnerable.
“I’m sitting right here,” he pointed out.
“I know.”
Something in his eyes shifted, like a star shooting through the sky. And then it was gone. I knew we had things to talk about, things I needed to yell at him for, a scary reality looming. But I wasn’t ready yet. I wanted to sit here in this safe cocoon of denial, just him and me and nothing else.
Tarek’s heat drew nearer when his hand slid up the bareness of my calf. I looked up at him, wondering if his touch was intentional.
It was.
“It’s your turn,” he said as his palm covered my inner thigh. “I want to taste you.”
He slid out from beneath the silver material, unabashedly naked, and sank before me beside the couch. He took my ankles and guided me around, positioning my feet at the edge of the couch. My knees were bent and my core accessible to his touch.
Tarek’s palms slid beneath my buttocks and into the waistband of the sleep shorts I was wearing, swiftly pulling them down my legs and bringing my lacy panties with them. He tossed them aside and then ripped the robe away, leaving me completely exposed.
I was half reclined against the back cushions as Tarek tugged me so my bottom rested on the edge of the seat. With my knees bent and my legs open, I knew he had uninhibited access to the most secret place on my entire body. Yet I wasn’t embarrassed. I didn’t feel my face flame with shyness. I’d seen the way he looked at me before, with wonder and amazement. I wasn’t sure what his past experiences were like, but I did know in his eyes I was beautiful. He enjoyed my reactions, my rawness. He enjoyed seeing emotion ripple through my limbs and burst off my tongue
.
I’d give him that. I’d let him see the kind of power he wielded over me. It was the headiest aphrodisiac I’d ever known: surrender.
His fingers tangled in the short curls above my slit. I wasn’t one of those girls that shaved themselves bare. I didn’t care what the women said on hair removal commercials or in magazines. That shit itched when it grew back. There wasn’t anything worse than carrying a tray of drinks around in a bar with this itch that couldn’t be scratched.
“I’ve never seen this before,” Tarek said, his voice drifting up between my legs.
I began to reconsider my previous statement. Shaving down there might turn me into the Itchy and Scratchy show, but I would endure it if he liked it.
“So wild and imperfect,” he murmured, stroking the curls again.
I was torn between mad lust and being offended. Yeah, I surrendered to him, but I didn’t really want to be called imperfect. My legs began to close, the self-consciousness I hadn’t felt before rearing its ugly head.
Tarek’s long arm reached around me, draping over my hips to pin me in place. “I think I said that wrong.” He looked up. All I could see were the perfectly messy hair and his incredible eyes. Eyes that were sparkling with merriment.
For a man who seemed fairly cold and detached when I first met him, he was sure starting to show signs of life beneath his flawless exterior.
Ah, the power of a blow job.
“You think so?” I arched a brow at him.
The way his eyes gathered at the corners, I knew he was smiling. I pushed up onto my elbows so I wouldn’t miss it.
His teeth were straight, white and utterly perfect. It wasn’t a surprise. But the way my heart stuttered when he turned on the full wattage of his smile was. There was such sincerity in his smile that it could only be honest. It transformed his face from untouchable beauty to an absurdly handsome man full of ornery charm.
“You are imperfect,” he said, repeating the exact thing he shouldn’t. “But that’s what makes you beautiful.”
Oh, good save.
“Sapien females are all incredibly beautiful, fragile, and all the same.” He finished with clear boredom.
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