Page 29 of My Christmas Alien Mate

I picked up the towel. "Where do you want it?"

"If you could just fold it over the counter?"

I did as asked, and she placed the dish on top of it. "There," she said, self-satisfied. "Can you grab another?"

I didn't think she had any idea what she was doing to me, but she bent back over the oven, giving me a shot of her full, round ass cheeks as well as her cunt, and I nearly came for a third time that morning.

I realized though that she was pulling out another dish and prepared the counter for her so she could place the second baking dish on it and then a third.

When she pulled out a fourth, giving me another glance at her rounded ass, I couldn't stop myself. As soon as the dish was securely placed on the counter, I grabbed her hips from behind and bent her over another counter.

Her deep moan told me she was more than ready and more than welcomed my advances, and I plowed into her from behind as if my life depended on it, and for all I knew, it did at that moment.

Gods, her cunt was so tight, I was sure I could get lost in it forever.

Holding on to her hips, her earlier words came to me about how she had had sex with other males but had never come with them, and I made sure to control myself and wait until she came.

And when she did, it was with abandon, all around my cock, milking me so hard, I saw stars.

When we were both able to breathe again, I carried her into the shower, where I lived another daydream of mine, one I had yesterday when I experienced the human shower for the first time, and took her again under the running water.

Finally, we both seemed to be satisfied for the time being.

"What do you want to do today?" I asked her when we were both dressed, and I helped her fix a breakfast of sausage and waffles.

"I need to get the Christmas baking done if you can wait another day before going back to town."

"How can I help?" I asked. The only thing I wanted to explore for the rest of my life was her.

"You want to help me bake?" she clarified.

"I'm at your disposal." I bowed mockingly.

Her smile was so bright, I nearly pulled her into my arms again, but I gathered that this baking thing was something important to her, so I stopped myself.

"Alright. Help," she nodded vigorously. "Let's get some eggs cracking."

I had no idea what she meant, but I quickly learned and admitted that cracking the white and brown eggs was truly satisfying.

Next, she taught me how to separate the white from the yellow, which was even more satisfying.

It was nothing though compared to when she showed me how to cut cookies with cookie cutters from the dough she had me roll out flat.

Soon we were working in tandem, and I didn't think I had ever enjoyed myself this much.

"Do you only do this for Christmas?" I wanted to know, arranging the cut-out dough on a cookie sheet lined with parchment paper.

"My grandma has recipes for all occasions, but Christmas was the one time she baked every year to make little baskets for the neighbors. Who, in turn, do the same thing. You'll see, in a couple of days, there'll be baskets lined up with the most delicious—" she broke off and stared at me. "Will you be here that long?"

"If you'll have me," I nodded, holding my breath, unsure of what to do or say should she not want me to stay.

"You can stay as long as you want… or at least as long as I'm going to stay."

"Where are you going?" I asked, alarmed.

She shrugged, looking suddenly sad. "I don't know yet. I'll have to figure it out."

"I thought you liked it here."

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