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“No, Papi. It’s naughty.”

I stiffen. “What’s naughty, Baby girl?”

“Those feelings. Don’t make me feel them again.”

I hesitate, confused. “The orgasm?”

Her face turns dark red, and she purses her lips.

“Chrissy…” I decide to try out her nickname to see how she responds. It’s a softer name. Maybe it has a more relaxing vibe. I keep stroking her clit, my finger inside her bottom, my gaze on her face.

She arches her chest and releases her lips to gasp, fisting the blankets at her sides. She can’t resist the lure even though she’s fighting it. Why? I’ve never heard of this sort of thing. In my studies about humans, no one mentioned the possibility that my mate might not enjoy sex.

Enjoy isn’t the right word though. She does enjoy it. Immensely. Her eyes are rolled back, and she’s panting now, stiff and arched and so gorgeous. She loves it. She doesn’t want to enjoy my touch for some reason.

I won’t be able to give her this for a while. She’ll be in stasis for six months and then need a few weeks to recover from the journey before I’ll be able to give her pleasure again.

This is my last chance. I want her to remember it and crave it. I want it to be the first thing she thinks about when she awakes, my fingers stroking her to pleasure.

She groans as her body succumbs, the sweetest sound ever. I can’t resist tasting her even though it means I won’t be able to see her expression as well. I need her flavor on my tongue. I need to have that memory for the next six months.

I lean over her pussy, slide my hand back to hold her pelvis steady, and suck her clit into my mouth.

She cries out. “Oh... Papi… Oh…”

I like that sound, and I reward her by humming against her pussy while I flick my tongue over her little nub rapidly. I need more. I open my mouth wider, sucking more of her before I thrust my tongue into her channel.

My Little girl is writhing and moaning. She grabs my shoulders, probably not realizing she’s pulling on me.

I add a second finger to her tight rectum and scissor the two digits inside her, making her moan louder.

Suddenly, she gasps and goes rigid two seconds before she shatters, her orgasm pulsing around my mouth, my tongue, and my fingers in her bottom. It’s the most precious thing I’ve ever experienced in my life. I’m humbled and grateful to the universe.

She’s still panting as I release her pussy and pull my fingers out of her bottom. While I wipe my hand, I kiss a path up her belly toward her breasts. She comes down from her high and back into herself enough to struggle and push against me, but I grab both her wrists and hold them to her sides, my chest flattened against her pussy, keeping her thighs wide.

I suckle a nipple, circling it and teasing it until it’s swollen and engorged. When I switch to the other one, her breathing increases again. She rolls her head back and forth, whimpering.

Finally I make my way to her mouth and kiss her lips, gently at first and then deeper, swiping my tongue along the seam of her mouth until she lets me in. I love the purring sound she lets out as our tongues tangle and dance together.

My Little girl is so precious.

ChapterSix

Christine

When he releases my lips, he holds my gaze, hovering close. “Did that feel naughty to you?”

My face heats as I nod. So wrong. So…immoral.

“Who told you that?” He’s frowning.

I lick my lips. “Everyone.”

His brow furrows deeper. “Baby girl, I did a lot of research about your planet before I came here. I’ve also spoken to many people since I arrived and seen a dance floor crowded with females who definitely disagree with that assessment, so I’m confused about why you would think your pleasure is wrong or naughty.”

I swallow and look away, trying to put some space between us. If I could, I would grab the blankets, wrap myself into them, and run from the room. I need to breathe. Think. Evaluate. I’ve been asleep almost nonstop since I arrived here. I needed the rest, plus I know Papi sedated me.

I’m awake now. Very awake.

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