Page 60 of Treasured By the Alien Rogue

I wanted to be with Xax.

Tiptoeing back to the bedroom, I climbed underneath the covers, snuggling into Xax’s side. He didn’t wake, and he was so warm and wonderful to lie with. In no time, I fell back asleep.

I woke when he stirred.

“Let me prepare your breakfast,” he said softly. His arms tightening around me, he kissed the top of my head.

Truly, this guy should be cloned and copies of him should be sent by the gods to Earth, because plenty of women—and men—would be thrilled to have their very own Xax.

If they did something like that, I’d feel jealous. I wanted all of this male, even his copies.

“Breakfast can wait,” I blurted out, flopping onto my back beside him.

He rose onto his elbow, peering down at me, and it was clear my words were confusing him. I’d never been good at speaking my mind when it came to things like this. Why was I embarrassed about discussing sexual stuff? Oh, yeah, I knew. Because I’d learned about sex and cocks and clits from the steamy movies I stumbled across online. Too often, it consisted of moaning and very few emotions. I knew they weren’t real. Well, I knew the in and out stuff was real, but I knew there had to be something more to sex than just putting part A into part B and moving it around while groaning. Sex with other guys had been decent enough, but nothing like what I’d done with Xax.

The library expanded my sexual horizons through romance novels. At least in those, the sex was done with emotion. Love made people long for each other, and in each book, the guy was pretty much perfect in bed.

I quickly learned that wasn’t the case. My first experience with a high school boyfriend in the back seat of his car involved a bunch of fumbling, a brief flash of pain, and him grunting a few times before he came. I was left drippy down there in an unpleasant way and unsatisfied. I had more fun with my own fingers than him.

I’d been with other guys who made more effort than my high school boyfriend, and a few times, I actually came from their touch, but while some would focus on my clit for foreplay, once it got down to the part A and part B part, they seemed to forget it took more stimulation than a cock moving around inside me to give me full pleasure.

You’d think I would’ve given up after that, but there was always a spark of hope in my heart that I’d find someone who felt my pleasure was as important as his own.

Xax had licked me until I exploded, but he hadn’t gotten off himself. Would he be a more generous lover? I hated that I was doubting this already, doubting him and us. It was a simple thing. Give my body to him and see what happened.

Try out his meat, as they said in this clan.

I could show him what I needed, right? And if he suddenly said he wasn’t interested in learning, I could plant the spore and germinate my own shroom.

Or leave and find another clan who might take me in.

I growled.

“I don’t mind preparing the morning meal,” he said. Were his eyes sparkling with humor? He couldn’t know what I was thinking or about the doubts in my mind.

“I want to try your meat,” I blurted out. “All the meat.”

His unibrow lifted. “Define this.”

“Part A needs to go into part B and move around a bit. No, it needs to move around a lot. At least until I’ve come.”

His brow resettled but scrunched together. “Part A . . .”

That was right; he was a virgin.

“I assume you mean . . .” His face cleared. “Part A. Ah, I see. I assume my cock is part A and your lovely, saturated passage is part B.”

“Cunt. Pussy. Those are some of the terms we use for part B, though many think cunt is derogatory, not a sweet, loving name for it.”

His frown returned.

“Call it a passage, then,” I said. “There’s no harm in using that.” Why was I complicating this? It should be fun for us. Hopefully. Maybe. “Yes, I want you to put your cock into my passage.”

“And move it around a bit.”

“Exactly.”

He grinned. “I’d be happy to connect our parts.”

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