Page 20 of Breedable Boys from Outer Space
I laughed harder. “I asked if you were ready, and I called you ‘Baby.’ I did not ask if you were ready to make a baby.”
“My name is Lumi, not ‘Baby.’”
My chest vibrated with my laughter. “Oh Sweetheart, I’m going to have to teach you about pet names, aren’t I?”
“I am not a pet.”
I kissed him, still laughing. “No, Darling. Pet names are terms of endearment. We use them to express affection. They may not be unique, but they’re special. When I use them, I hope you have that fluttery happy feeling in your chest because you know you’re loved.”
“Oh,” he replied with a soft smile.
I reached up and ran the backs of my fingers along his cheek. “Beautiful Lumi. I want you to feel special every day.”
“So ‘Baby,’ and ‘Sweetheart,” and… ‘Darling?’ These are all… pet names? They are used to demonstrate affection?”
I nodded and pecked his lips. “But only from me. Other humans might use them in a degrading manner. Probably not here, but if we ever leave base.”
“That is quite confusing.”
“I agree, but humans can be quite confusing.”
He smiled and I leaned in to give him a long deep kiss that left him breathless.
The momentary distraction had been just what I needed. It had cut through the haze and let me refocus. The overwhelming desire to be inside Lumi hadn’t lessened, but I was able to control it again.
I helped him remove his shirt and pulled his pants the rest of the way off, then I climbed from the bed and started on my clothes, feeling his gaze on me as I did.
“Like what you see?” I teased as I unbuttoned my shirt and dropped it to the floor.
He nodded, lips parted, and reached a hand toward me.
I stepped close and sighed as he ran his fingers across my muscles. The touch was electric, and I wanted to feel his hands elsewhere.
I stepped back, loosened my fly, pushed my jeans and underwear down, then kicked them aside.
Lumi’s jaw dropped as his gaze fell to my cock and he swallowed.
“You ok?” I asked as I crawled back onto the bed and covered him.
“It is… large.”
I chuckled. “Thank you. I usually consider it rather average.”
“Will it fit?” he asked, eyes wide with worry.
I leaned in and kissed him. “It’ll fit, I promise. And it’ll feel so good.”
“How do you know?”
“Did it feel good when my fingers were inside you?”
His lovely purple cheeks darkened with a blush. “Yes.”
“I’m a little bigger than that, but not obscenely so. And if it’s too much, I’ll stop and stretch you some more, ok?”
He nodded.
I kissed him again. “I never, ever, want to hurt you, my beautiful Lumi.”
