“You’re awake.” He came forward, but then stopped a few feet from her.
“Yes. And feeling much better.” She couldn’t help staring at his chest.
He turned and grabbed a shirt from the chair beside the console. “Sorry. I’m used to being alone.”
She blushed. “Don’t apologize. I’m the intruder.”
He frowned. “No. Not at all. Please don’t think that way.”
She gave a slight nod. “Okay.” Wow, fabulous answer. You’re really impressing him now.
“I was going to check on you. We’ll be going through a checkpoint soon. We probably need to get our story straight.”
She hadn’t even thought about that yet. “And what is our story?”
“We’ve been married for three months. I left Aroria because of my inferior status, and we met on Corenia.”
“Corenia. Three months. Okay.” She bit her lip. “I guess your, um, status will make it believable?”
“Yes. I have a mark, a small blue tattoo.” He touched his hip. “So I can prove it. So few Arorian males leave the planet unmarried, I’ll have to tell them if they question me about you. They might suspect I am only using you for sex. In that case, they would check the armband to ensure it is genuine.”
“Couldn’t it be faked?” She looked at it. “Looks simple enough to me.”
“These are made for male Arorians at birth. It has a genetic imprint from the day I was born. Much too hard to fake. That’s why it responds only to my touch.”
She continued looking at it. “I still can’t believe you did it.”
“Only females from my planet would care, and we’ve already discussed why they don’t matter.”
Her eyes slid over his chest again, as he hadn’t closed the shirt he’d thrown on. “Do all Arorians have those markings?”
He glanced down at his chest. “Yes. Varying patterns, but we all have them. They’re one of the only things that make us different from Earthlings.”
“What else does?”
He smiled at her question. “We run a bit hotter, about 103 of your Fahrenheit degrees on average. And our females carry babies for only six months.”
“Only six? The babies must grow fast.”
“They do, but it can be hard on the mother’s body. Do you have children? Someone to go back to?” He sat and invited her to do the same.
She shook her head. “No. No one.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be. I’m glad there’s no one panicking back on Earth, especially since it will be so long before I get back there.”
“I wish I could get you there sooner, but I don’t have enough resources to get my hyperdrive fixed. Not enough gold and nothing to trade at the moment. There’s enough for us to get by, but until I pick up another job, the hyperdrive will have to wait.”
She shook her head with vehemence. “Don’t apologize, please. It’s kind enough that you’re taking me home. Don’t worry about it.”
He smiled. “You look rested. I’m glad you weren’t overdosed. Kasilacks can be careless at times. Many of the human traffickers get caught because they weren’t careful getting rid of bodies.”
She couldn’t keep her eyes from widening. “Really?” she whispered.
His smile disappeared as he seemed to realize what he had said, and he covered his face with his hands. “I’m sorry. You don’t want to hear these things.” He lowered his hands. “I’m nervous, trying to think how to apologize for kissing you.”
“You don’t have to apologize. It’s not your fault I was drugged.”
“I still shouldn’t have—” A loud beeping sound cut him off. He went over to a console and typed something. He then turned and pushed a few buttons on the wall. “We’re just a few minutes away, so get ready to pretend we’re happily married.”
The look on his face told her this charade made him nervous. But was he afraid of being caught or of getting close to her? She didn’t want him to think she was slutty or just dying for it, but she definitely wanted to have sex with him.
“I can do that.” She gave him a confident smile. If he needed her to pretend she was happy to be his mate, she’d make sure that need, among others, was met.
****
Caen shifted in his seat in the waiting area. Rebecca kept touching him, and while he was enjoying it, he didn’t want to enjoy it too much. He couldn’t say anything to her though because someone might overhear them. The two officers had finished checking his ship, and everything seemed to be in order as they stood beside it shoving papers back and forth between them.
Rebecca ran her hand over his thigh, and for a moment he couldn’t hide his arousal. He turned to her and found her eyes fixed on the bulge just below his belt.
“Are you trying to get us arrested for indecency?”
She laughed, and the sound filled him with such happiness he could do nothing but blink at her. He shouldn’t be feeling this way. She sobered after a moment as she studied his face.
“Sorry. Just can’t wait to get you alone again.”
He had no time to respond. The officers approached them, and he stood. She stood also, snaking her arms around his waist. She rested her head between his shoulder blades and squeezed him in a loving way.
The officers seemed oblivious to her display of affection, probably too overworked to care. They gave him papers to sign and then released the clamp on his ship, telling him they were free to go and informing them where the next checkpoint was on their flight plan.
Caen murmured his thanks and dragged Rebecca back to the ship. He concentrated on getting them out of dock, ignoring her as she perched on the side of his chair. Once they were out of orbit, he turned to look up at her. When she smiled innocently, he pulled her down into his lap, making her squeal.
“You convinced every being in that port that you’re desperate for my cock. Did you think that wise?”
“We needed them to believe we were a newly married couple.”
“Did you consider what your touch would do to me?”
Her breathing was shallow, her breasts heaving in such a tantalizing way. “Yes. That’s why I did it.”
He maintained eye contact and slid his hand beneath her dress. So she had been serious about wanting to get him alone again. His hand inched higher as he searched her face. She spread her legs and moaned as he moved up her thigh, and he found her core wet. He slid two fingers into her and nearly lost control. She was so tight he had to bite his tongue to keep from asking if she were a virgin.
“We’ll need to go slowly. Arorians are … well endowed, even those who can’t father children.”
She curled her arms around his neck and kissed him, hard. He gave in, devouring her mouth and sliding his fingers in and out of her.
“It’s been a long time, Caen, and even then it wasn’t like this. No man’s ever wanted me so much.”
“Then Earth men are damn fools.”
She giggled. “Do you say that to all the human females?”
“Just the ones who drive me wild.” He slid his fingers deep, curling them and making her arch. “You smell sweet, and you are so tight.” He moved his middle finger in a circle, finding her most sensitive spot easily by watching her reactions. He pressed his thumb to her clitoris, rubbing her cream over it so he could work it faster.
She tightened her hands on his neck and whimpered, the sound full of longing and need. Then she gasped, and he felt her channel squeezing his fingers. He pulled her head back enough to kiss her hungrily. Her passionate response made his already hard cock ache. He reluctantly pulled his fingers from her sweet, still trembling pussy and stood with her in his arms.
He carried her to his bed and laid her down. Pushing her skirt up, he positioned himself between her thighs before untying the front of the dress. Her full, gorgeous breasts spilled into his hands, and his mouth descended on them. He suckled each nipple in turn as he fondled her breasts. She gasped and moaned and rubbed her hot, wet core against him.
“You do know it takes us some time to come, don’t you? I doubt that was in your school books.”
She trembled. “It does?”
He nodded, loving the look of anticipation and sheer lust on her face. “Since our females only have two chances a year, we expel quite a bit of sperm. It has to build up.” She licked her lips, and he leaned closer, tracing his tongue around her mouth. “I’ve made a partner come five times before spilling into her. Are you ready for that?”
“Yes!” She wrapped her legs around him and arched against his cock.
No matter what happened when they reached her home, this woman was going to make him very happy for the next month. He smiled down at her and slid his cock into her welcoming body. Wet as she was, he still met with resistance, and the friction sent shivers over his body. He worked into her a few inches at a time. Setting a steady pace, he thrust high and deep, almost giving her his full length.
She dug her nails into his arms, coming for the second time. He’d been aroused enough when she came on his hand, but being inside her as she took her release from him was pure bliss. Her body flexed in ways that sent jolts of pleasure through him and told him exactly how much her body craved his. She grew wetter, and he slid all the way home.
He stilled above her as she buried her face against his neck and moaned. Feathering kisses over her face and neck he began to move again. “You don’t know what this means to me, how sweet it is.” He whispered the words in her ear before tracing his tongue over her neck, letting it linger on her fluttering pulse.
“I do,” she whispered back. A tear rolled down her cheek, and he kissed her tenderly.
“Don’t let me hurt you.” He let his fingers slide down her arm, and they briefly lingered on the armband. He hardly knew her, yet he wished he could convince her to wear it forever. Pushing his sentiment away, he captured her mouth more fully and thrust harder. Though he knew release for him was still far off, his hunger consumed him.
When their lips parted, she looked into his eyes. “I know you won’t.”
He quickened his pace, and she came again, this time screaming out his name. Her next orgasm left him trembling above her, and she pushed him until he let them change positions. Watching her ride him drove him mad with desire, and he focused on her body and her movements, learning all the ways to please her.
And then she slid off of him and began to lick and suck his cock. She could only get half his length into her mouth, but the sensations still had him going out of his mind. He lost himself to the bliss of her mouth. When he felt ready to burst, he pulled her away and rolled her beneath him, hitching her legs over his shoulders and entering her in one swift movement. One flick of her clit had her exploding around him again, and he thrust with abandon until everything else fell away.
He came, burying himself deep in her hot core as he pulled her into another long kiss. He thrust hard as he filled her. He broke the kiss to watch her face, knowing she could feel the power of his ejaculation, feel his sperm running out of her. Many females were repulsed by it, but her eyes told him making him come brought her pleasure.
He pulled out of her and sat back, his residual pleasure flaring a little as he saw her lying there spread before him, his cum all over her stomach and thighs. After taking several steadying breaths, he rose and got a towel soaked in warm water. He slowly and lovingly cleaned her, teasing her tender pussy with the rough towel until she wiggled out of his reach.
On his world, he could have asked her to be his wife now, and a simple yes would have made it binding. He’d filled her with his essence, and she already wore the armband. But as much pleasure as they’d shared moments earlier, he feared she would laugh at him or even pull away. His people had a reputation for being devious, and he did not want her thinking he had made love to her in order to control or possess her. He didn’t want to take her—he wanted her to offer herself, her whole self, and not only her body.
“I can’t think of a single thing to say that would do that justice,” she said as he pulled her into his arms in the bed, carefully shifting her to the left side to avoid the soiled parts of the sheets.
“Beautiful.”
She blushed.
He laughed. “After what we just did, that makes you blush?”
She grew redder. “You have a lot to learn about Earth females.”
“I’m looking forward to it.” He caressed her face and then drew her against his chest, seeing the exhaustion on her face. In moments, she was asleep. He cradled her there for hours, not letting himself fall asleep because he didn’t want to lose this feeling.
Chapter Three
Rebecca woke up sore, but she’d never felt so happy in all her life. She stretched, feeling aches in muscles she’d never even known existed. She rolled over and found Caen gazing at her. He looked so thoughtful she didn’t know what to say, but then he shook himself out of his trance and smiled at her.
“Did you sleep well?” he asked.
“Yes. I take it you’ve forgiven me for my behavior at the checkpoint?”
He drew her into his arms. “Yes. You made it up to me.” His hands caressed her back. “Was I too rough with you?”
“Do I look like I have any complaints?”
“No. In fact, you look quite sated.”
“I am.” She extended her finger to trace the red swirling designs that covered his body. She’d loved watching the way the swirls rippled as they made love, his muscles flexing beneath the skin. Starting at his elbow she drew her finger up his arm and then focused on his chest and stomach. She noticed his breathing quickened as she did this. “These are beautiful.”
“I’m glad you like them.” His words came out in a deep, husky whisper.
She stroked just above his cock and enjoyed the soft groan he gave. He amazed her, the way he responded to her as well as the way he seemed to need her touch. Had the rejection of his own race made him so desperate for affection? Or was he feeling the same swell of emotions filling his heart? She didn’t dare hope too much, yet she couldn’t help dreaming of staying with him. There certainly wouldn’t be a man like this waiting for her back home.
She circled her fingers around his shaft and caressed it, and then she let one of her fingers trail over his balls. When she turned a teasing smile his way, his mouth clamped over hers possessively. The force of the kiss made her ache. Her core tightened, and she could already feel moisture pooling there.
He broke the kiss and pulled away, but before she could protest or pull him back he began to trace kisses down her body. Spreading her legs forcefully enough to make her gasp in anticipation, he licked her clit and swirled his tongue over the hard nub. She arched against his mouth and let her fingers tangle in his dark hair. When she whimpered, he turned those stunning silver eyes up at her. He rose slightly, spreading her pussy lips and running his finger between them.
She whispered his name when his tongue delved into her. He gripped her thighs and probed deeper, confirming that hearing her say his name turned him on. She lowered one hand to massage the back of his neck, continuing to whisper his name as he drove her higher and higher. The trembling began, and she tightened her grip on his hair as she came. His tongue was everywhere, lapping up her juices and teasing her already sensitive clit.
He moved up her body suddenly, surprising her. “Let me kiss you.”
She nodded and licked his lower lip. He stared down at her lips for several seconds and then descended on her mouth as if he meant to literally devour her. She knew a girl tasting her own arousal turned on some men, but he took her mouth with such passion before long she had to struggle to breathe. He released her reluctantly, but not before driving his cock into her pussy. Then he stilled, as if trying to control himself. His hand caressed her thigh as he began to thrust ever so gently.
“I’m fine. I want it, too.” She gazed up into his eyes and linked her hands behind his head.
He turned his head to kiss her wrist. “I’ll be gentle.” And he was, thrustin
g slowly and focusing on her pleasure. He watched her face so closely she blushed.
“Don’t hide your pleasure. I want to see it.”
Another orgasm hovered close, and she let go in his arms. She stared into his eyes as the pleasure washed up and over her. He moaned as her body milked his cock, and the knowledge of his pleasure made her feel feminine and powerful. She pulled him down for a kiss and arched her body. His hands roaming up and down her body only increased her pleasure. Once her tremors stopped, she flexed her inner muscles around his cock, which to her delight made him kiss her more hungrily.
His thrusts increased, and she felt the force of his ejaculation. He pounded her into the bed with a roar of pleasure. She felt his hot seed filling her and then flowing out of her. His semen covering her pussy and thighs turned her on in a way she’d never have believed possible. When he sat back, she reached a trembling hand down and rubbed her fingers over her coated thigh. She heard his intake of breath and looked at his face. His eyes locked on her fingers as she moved them in circles. When she drew her hand back, his gaze followed. As she put her fingers to her lips, he exhaled loudly and lowered his body over hers again. His mouth hovered over hers as she licked her fingers clean.
“You like it? Making me come with such force and power?” he whispered.
She nodded and bit her lip. Words of love wanted to come out of her mouth, but she knew better than to be so naïve. No matter how special their couplings might be, she had to guard her heart.
He took her lower lip between his teeth and pulled it from between hers, making her laugh. He laughed, too, smiling down at her. “What were you going to say?”
She lowered her eyes, but he immediately grabbed her chin and forced her to look at him. He did it so often. In any other man, she might have found it too forceful or domineering, but with him she felt it was a true effort to connect with her.
“Tell me.” He stroked her cheek.
“I’m happy,” she said, afraid to elaborate further.
“So am I.” He paused and toyed with a strand of her hair. “No coupling has ever been like this.”
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