Page 52 of Across The Stars
“What is it you humans do?”
“What do you mean?”
“The mouth thing. I’ve seen it in holo-vids from your planet.”
“Kissing?” I asked, raising my eyes with innocent surprise.
“Is that what it’s called?”
Vahko leaned in, his lips crashing against mine. I was hit with a wave of surprise and pleasure and it nearly knocked me over. My skin caught fire and though I was taken aback, I didn’t want him to stop. The taste of him sent warm ripples through my chest until every nerve in my body was alive with frantic desire. I shuddered, my muscles melting as he pulled my body closer, pressing me against his chest.
For an alien who’d apparently never kissed anyone, he was damn good at it. There was no teeth clashing or tongues slurping like my first kiss had been in high school. It was effortless and direct and left me breathless.
I begged for more, pushing my hips toward him. I welcomed him, locking my fingers behind his head to hold him close as our kiss deepened. His hair felt odd. It wasn’t thin, silky strands, but slender, rope-like tendrils all woven together, reminding me we were not even the same species. Despite that, my body had never felt so hot and off-tilt and I swore that my clothes felt like a wool blanket on a summer day that was squeezing me too tight. I needed them off. I needed to touch Vahko. To feel the air on my skin and his fingers on my body. I pushed my tongue against the seam of his lips and plunged it into his mouth, but Vahko pulled back, panting.
“What is it?” I said. “What’s wrong?”
He shook his head, his hand remaining at the nape of my neck. “Nothing,” he said. His lips quirked a little. “Is that part of it?”
“What? The tongue? I—I mean, yes? Yes. Was it alright? I was getting a little—"
Before I could finish, Vahko’s mouth was on mine again. He was more demanding that time, parting my lips with his own before his tongue jutted into my mouth, mimicking what I’d justdone to him. His tongue felt human, for the most part. It was a bit long, but who was I to judge, really? Most of my experience was through simulators. But it was normal enough. That was good. If some forked, reptilian tongue slithered into my mouth, I would have screamed.
Or maybe not. I was already way beyond what IthoughtI’d find sexy. When watching movies, I’d never stared at the hottest actors and thought “Gee, I wish he was a little more purple with strange, bone-like protrusions on his head,” yet there I was.
I felt my knees tremble and feared I’d lose my balance before he gently drove me back into the wall. I was thankful for the added support, but it was Vahko’s hard body pressing against mine that really got my heart going.
He rolled his hips toward me, his erection pressing into my stomach.
Ok, so that was very human-like. Good. The similarities helped to ground me because it was getting hard not to float away and let go of all sense. I felt insane. No simulation could truly feel like the real thing. Even now, I felt more alive than ever and we had only kissed. Pleasure was already swelling in my nerves and I was both anxious and timid imagining where it was all going to lead.
“Vahko,” I said between kisses. “Um... you know how humans don’t really do physical contact? Well... um…”
Before I could finish my sentence, Vahko’s hand came around the front of my stomach, his fingers dipping beneath the fabric of my shirt. I couldn’t think let alone speak when I felt his touch glide up my bare skin to my breast. His big hand cupped it fully and kneaded it softly, his fingers flicking over my bare nipple. My whole body quaked with pleasure and as his mouth put a claim on mine again, I curled my fingers in his hair, overwhelmed by how real it all was.
I began to pant with building desire. Vahko’s hand was warm, leaving my breast and sliding around to my back and then lower until he was cupping my ass. I had forgotten what I was going to say to him altogether and was overcome by how he felt. The way he touched me was needy. I’d wanted to be touched like that my whole life and now I was getting those touches from a freaking alien.
“Innifer,” Vahko said in a gruff whisper.
“Huh?” I breathed.
He gripped me hard, making me think he might lift me off the ground, but he didn’t. He just lifted my thigh and hugged it to his hip, grinding against me.
“Have you ever done this with a male of your species?” he asked.
“About that. We don’t really do this on Earth. It’s a bit taboo.”
He drew back, letting me breathe. A big part of me felt deprived of Vahko more than I was of air. I caught a glint of concern in his eyes and blinked my way back to reality for a moment.
“What I mean is,” I explained. “We have simulators. The sensations are there, but we don’t touch. Diseases, you know? That’s all humans can ever think about. Contact is mostly virtual. It sucks, honestly.” I paused for a moment, watching his face change. “What? Is that not what you wanted to hear?”
Vahko drew his head back further, glancing at the leg he had pressed against him. Realizing he was about to let me go made me stiffen in protest. I wanted him and I regretted mentioning Earth’s twisted limitations now. They were just that. Limitations. Not a choice.
“Really?” I said, disappointed. “I don’t get it.”
He felt so good. So warm and perfect, but now I felt foolish. Emotions stirred inside of me and I feared they’d spill over if I was deprived of him now.
“If it’s any consolation, I hate it,” I said. “I hate not touching anyone. This probably sounds so desperate, but I really want this. Please. Don’t stop.”
