Page 112 of Homebound
He rammed home, sparing her none of his power, winding the nerves in her core tighter and tighter, until they detonated. She screamed, and the world temporarily went black as a shock after shock made her body convulse and writhe under him in crippling ecstasy.
When she could breathe again, it was over. She couldn't tell if he’d found his release, presuming Rix operated in this way. He had withdrawn from her body and was gently cradling her head, letting her catch her breath. He kissed her lips, reverently this time. No teeth, no tongue.
“Rest,” he whispered against her mouth.
Unable to resist the pull of exhaustion, Gemma slept, her dreams strange, floating, and erotic.
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When she awoke again, it was dark outside, and the compressor thing was gone from the floor. So was Simon.
Panic rose.
“Simon?”
He stepped into her line of vision. “I’m here.”
She sat up in relief and winced.
In a surge, he came to the bed but didn’t get in with her.
“Are you badly hurt?” His long flexible fingers feathered gentle touches on her inner thighs, tickling and arousing.
“I’m fine, Simon. Truly.” She caught his hands in hers. “I’m just unused…”
He nodded in understanding. “I am sorry,” he said quietly.
“It’s nothing. I’m better already.”
He didn’t buy it. “You were so tight. I found out too late.”
“I guess your, ah, surprise appearance was larger than expected,” she tried to joke the issue away. She knew now the feeling of being well and truly used.
He responded in all seriousness. “When will you learn the lesson, Gemma? Never assume.”
“But I’ve seen you! All of you. There was no empirical evidence you’re equipped, much less hung. You gave me not one weeny hint.”
She dropped her gaze to Simon’s crotch now covered by pants, picturing nothing but his smooth crotch marred only by a small pocket of folded skin. She knew now what a decoy it was.
“Rix males’ reproductive equipment is similar to other males’,” he explained, “except it’s internal when not in use.”
“That’s so misleading,” she complained. “Why did you never tell me?”
“You never asked.”
She gave him an incredulous look. “Did you expect me to casually inquire if you had a penis?”
“Did you expect me to inform you that, by the way, I had one?”
She laughed and shook her head. “Oh, Simon. Why are you not like everybody else?”
“It’s the others that are built wrong,” he said with a touch of sullenness.
Gemma laughed and drew him down to kiss again, and he gave her what she craved until she fell on the bed replete and drunk on the sight and smell and taste of him.
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The next time she resurfaced from sex-induced sleep, Gemma became aware of a nasty smell. Seriously off-putting, it seemed to be everywhere.
