Page 25 of Enzo

"I hurt you." His voice was soft and full of regret.

"When?" Her face twisted in puzzlement. What was happening?

"You screamed." He acted as if he had said it all.

"I didn't scream." His eyes displayed his doubt.

You screamed.

It was that good.

I never thought we'd be doing this again.

Hell, can we stop talking about it and do it again?

Once again, she was with her libido, but first, she needed to understand what happened.

"Maybe I screamed, but it was because I liked what you were doing. Tell me why it bothered you."

His eyes looked around the room, refusing to focus on her at first. She stayed still and looked at him. She was still lying on the couch, one breast uncovered and aching for his touch. The other breast was jealous of the first one.

"When we first came to your planet, it had been two years between our rotation. So we didn’t have any time to ourselves; all we did was fight. One look at your people suggested you were compatible with us. A couple of our males found some willing females." His eyes dropped, and his shoulders slumped. "They died. We still don't know why. We mate in this form and not our other form. In the end, we decided they just couldn't take us. Our bodies were too large, and then we banned contact with human females."

"Then I come along," she sat up before getting on her knees. "I threw a wrench in the works, and now you've been without for several years, and my scream scared you."

"I don't get scared." He was slightly indignant but still looking at her as if a touch would kill her.

"I know, my alien darling." She walked over to him on her knees. "When a male like you, a male that a female happens to like, does things to her body that feel really good, at times she will let out sounds of encouragement. There's a difference between a 'do that again' scream and a 'you're hurting me' scream."

She leaned over and bit him gently on the side of the neck. "Why don't we practice some more?" she whispered in his ear.

"You want me to touch you again?"

"I definitely want you to touch me again. I even know where there's a big bed." She got off the couch and walked backward as her finger motioned for him to follow her. She felt like a siren leading a sailor to his ultimate doom.

His eyes sparked with fire as he stood and followed her to her room.

"Ven," he gave a little protest.

"He will whisper-scream when he gets here. I am going to have to teach him how to lower his voice."

"When we were fighting, that was a low voice. You had to talk like that if you wanted anyone to hear you over the noise. Ven was just so young."

She crawled over the bed. "It's all right, Enzo. You and Declyn saved him."

"Yeah, we did. Now, what did you want to show me?" He crawled over the bed to where she was and watched as she finally took the bra all the way off.

"My breasts like to be touched." She took them in her hands and caressed them as he watched her every movement. "My nipples like to be pulled and sucked on."

She placed a finger in her mouth then took it out to run it over her nipple. She sucked in a breath, moaning a little as she pulled her nipple. "The more you play with them, the harder they get. See how this one likes what my fingers are doing to it?"

She lifted her breast so he could see. Then, knowing she shouldn't, she showed him her secret. She lifted her breast and bent her head and sucked on her nipple. A muffled moan came from his mouth.

She came up for air, and his head was there. He took her nipple into his mouth and sucked on it, making her body convulse as another scream left her mouth. This time, he moaned around her nipple as his fingers played with the other one.

"I love the way you taste," he said before he sucked on her other nipple. His body remembered what he needed to do even though it had been a long time. He touched and kissed her, driving her passion up.

Slowly, he kissed his way down her body until he reached her belly. "You're so soft. I love it."

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