Page 51 of Alien Rescue

He suited action to words and this time when he skimmed her underarms, she bit the inside of her cheek to stop the giggles.

He brushed the sides of her breasts, feathered over her ribs, and she burst out in loud giggles. “Please d...d...don’t start over,” she begged between giggles. She’d have to be Superwoman not to react to those light touches on her ribs.

“I will not dishonor you like that. We will do a proper first knowing.”

She swallowed back a moan of protest; he’d only touched her arms and the sides of her breasts, and she was so hot and aroused, she was half convinced she was going to spontaneously combust. End up as tiny particles of pleasure floating in the air. This time she lasted until he got interested in her nipples. He plucked and stroked and tweaked until she was literally out of her mind with arousal.

She moaned and her hips shifted, searching.

He stilled.

She felt crazed with lust and need. “Nooo! Don’t start again. Whose stupid idea was this whole first knowing thing anyways?”

Zanr leaned over her. “Do not insult our sacred custom.”

“Just asking a question,” she mumbled, her hips twisting, seeking—a motion she couldn’t stop.

He stared at her with narrowed eyes for a long time, then said, “Our fourth Parenadorz started the custom to ease the fears of breeders from conquered planets.”

“I see.”

“I will start again and you?”

“I know, I know, I’m not allowed to speak or move or breathe too much.”

“You may breathe.”

This first knowing might just get her long before the nanites could do any damage. “Thank you, that’s sooo generous of you.”

“You are welcome, my breeder.”

Rose rolled her eyes, but lay still when he arranged her hands above her head.

This time he started by arranging her hair. Rose relaxed. He was going to be busy with it for a long time. No way would he be able to resist the temptation of playing with her hair, and maybe while he was occupied with doing elaborate hairstyles for her, she could prepare herself for a few more rounds of “you are not allowed to move.”

She was right. He arranged and rearranged her hair for what felt like hours. Who knew it could be so arousing? This time it was a soft arousal; she could enjoy him playing with her hair, tugging on her scalp without that mindless need.

She was relaxed and sleepy and gently aroused when he traced her forehead with a curious finger. He circled her eyes, traced the bridge of her nose, rubbed her cheeks with his thumbs. Wherever he touched, her skin tingled and warmed.

He very gently scraped a claw over her lips. “I approve of your mouth. It is pleasantly plump.”

She almost thanked him for the compliment, but remembered just in time to keep quiet. The way he started over, his fascination with every inch of her was incredibly arousing. But if he started over one more time, she’d cry like a baby and then she’d attack him and have her way with him.

He leaned down and licked her bottom lip, and Rose had to tighten every muscle in her body not to grab him and kiss him. Her lip throbbed with the need for more of him.

He moved down, nipped her neck, the undersides of her breasts; he licked the swell of her stomach. Then lower still. He suddenly stilled, and she felt a finger touch the crisp hairs he found there. He looked up at her and she didn’t need to be a mind reader to know what he thought.

“No,” she said, not caring if he started the pleasure torture again.

“It would be?”

“No?”

His bottom lip pushed out a bit. “I could?”

Rose narrowed her eyes at him. “No, if I ever wake with funny-styled pubic hairs, I will shave it all off.”

“I will start over,” he said after they’d stared at each other for what felt like forever.

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