Page 42 of Dealing With Drak

“I would be a fool to not wish to kiss you, An-nana. I am no fool.”

Her fangless teeth capture her bottom lip, and I wish to do it myself. How does she taste? As decadent as she smells? I must know.

“Friends don’t kiss, Drak,” she tells me, and my shoulders fall in disappointment. Only softly, she speaks up again. “So, if I let you kiss me, you can’t get all weird on me. You’ll still be my friend, won’t you?”

With new confidence rolling around in my chest, I cup the side of her face. “I will be more than your friend, my beautiful, stubborn female.”

Her breath catches in her throat and I dip down, putting my lips inches away from hers. Her lovely eyes become heavy, holding my gaze before she fully gives in.

“Fuck it,” she breathes, threading her fingers around my neck to tug me close. Our lips brush fiercely, coaxing a small noise from her throat.

An-nana lifts onto her toes to push us closer together, clinging to the back of my neck so I cannot let her go. As if I would dare. This is the best feeling in the world, so much so that I am praying to The Mother that I do not spend myself in my pants.

This lovely hu-nim tastes like honey-coated raindrops, and I am starving for every bit of her flavor. I am content to only taste the outside of her inconceivably soft lips, but An-nana is daring in her pursuit for more. She glides her slippery little tongue along the seam of my mouth, sending a roll of arousal down my spine that has me gasping.

Using the opening of my lips, she thrusts her tongue against mine, and my cock throbs as if lightning has struck it. Her taste invades my every thought, and I wrap my tongue around hers, trying to suck it from the source.

An-nana moans. A sweet and sharp sound of enjoyment that has pride budding in my brain. She is everything.

16

Anna

Holy shit, this alien knows how to kiss.

He was cautious at first, clearly letting me take the lead. But now he’s practically fucking my mouth with his tongue and giving me flutters where there haven’t been any in a long time.

He’s spurred on by every moan and whimper he draws out of me, growing bolder and pulling me tighter against him. I should stop this before it goes too far, but I’m quickly melting into a brainless pile of lust for him.

When he tugs me off of my feet, prompting my legs to wrap around his waist while we continue to make out, I don’t stop him. I don’t even consider pushing him away. I just decided to give this thing between us a shot, but I’ll have to end this encounter soon, even if it feels damn good. We can’t rush this. When you go so long without human touch, you forget how nice it is.

I’m finding Aprixian touch to be even better.

He shifts to change the angle, and my eyes snap open, feeling his cock become as hard as a rock between my legs. I am not ready for that thing… no matter how enticing it might be.

“Drak,” I croak, regretfully pulling my lips off of his. “We have to slow down.”

His eyes pop open, arousal completely obvious in his blown pupils.

“My apologies, An-nana,” he rasps. “I could not resist.”

“You don’t have to apologize.” I lick my lips, trying to convince myself not to kiss him again. “We just have to slow down. This is, well, new. We can’t go so fast.”

I mean, we probably could, but it wouldn’t be smart. We have to talk about this before we do anything else. Terum warned me about hurting Drak, and as annoying of an overstep as it was, I don’t want to lead Drak on either. I don’t know how to be in a relationship in this new world, especially with someone who doesn’t understand human dating. Drak knows mating as soulmates and stuff. It’s all so intense, and I’m not sure if I’m ready for that intensity.

I wasn’t even ready to admit I liked Drak at all until this trip. Something about being able to drop the always-tough-girl facade I have at the house allowed me to soften up for him. And then with the snake, feeling intense fear of possibly losing him, I softened even more.

Drak is too wonderful for me to even pretend to be mean to him anymore. We’ve clearly changed since he arrived, and I don’t want to be standoffish to him any longer. He’s out here combing through the wilderness with me, practically on a wild goose chase, for me. He’s earned more than a bit of trust. If it keeps it up, I won’t have any resistance left to hold on to. I’ll climb him like a tree and show him how mating is supposed to feel.

“I can be slow,” he declares, carefully putting me down and grunting uncomfortably as his cock remains swollen in his pants.

I nod, licking my lips.

“An-nana?” he asks.

“Yes?”

He takes my hand, running his thumb along the tops of my knuckles. “Am I succeeding in being slow if I tell you that I never wish to kiss another female again?”

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