Chapter Six
Aton
Toni slipped a metal object into a slot on the door. “Would you like some coffee?” She glanced over her shoulder.
“No.”
Click. She pushed the door open. “Glass of wine? A beer? I hear Dakonians drink ale.”
“No.”
“Dessert? Cupcake?”
Cupcake? Tempting, but… “No.” I hesitated. “Have you changed your mind?” The offering of food and drink wasn’t what I had expected. Had I misconstrued the reason for returning to her hut? My manhood had swelled and pressed against my too-tight leggings, and my horns ached. I had waited for what seemed like eons for my female, but I could wait longer if I had to. Being with her was enough.
“Offering a nightcap is usual and customary.” She stepped into her hut and beckoned with her finger. I followed her in, she kicked the door shut, and pressed her body to mine and kissed me. “Does this feel like I’ve changed my mind?”
“Obah!” I hugged her tight. “No, it doesn’t.” I sought her soft lips again. Our tongues tangled in sensuous exploration. I couldn’t get enough mouth meshing, but I wanted to see and touch all of her. Holding her and cuddling at the ocean had been like a dream, but here, it would be even better.
Her tunic had slipped down her arm, baring her shoulder. I ducked my head to nuzzle her throat. She smelled so good, and her skin was soft, but a little sandy. I smiled in pleasant remembrance of our beach time.
“What’s so funny?” She slipped her hands under my tunic to splay across my back. Grit rained onto the floor. “The sand,” I replied. We’d brushed off before leaving, but we’d still brought a good bit back with us. I had a wad of it in each boot.
“I’m sandy, too,” she said. “Maybe we should wash it off?”
“Will it involve getting naked together?” I asked.
A playful smile slid across her lips as she peered at me from beneath her lashes. “It will if we do it right.”
Taking my hand, my mate led me down a hallway, through a room with a bed, and into a bathing area. Flat, smooth stone tiles covered the floor and walls. In one corner, glass formed a large cubicle. She reached inside and flipped a lever. Water rained from two large disks mounted on the ceiling.
“You could fit five people in there,” I said in awe. On Dakon, we bathed in hot springs located in caves. Until I’d flown on the spacecraft, I’d never seen a shower. The ones on the ship had been so small, my shoulders brushed the walls, and I couldn’t bend to wash my feet.
I hadn’t showered since before I’d sneaked off the spaceship. It was fortunate she had suggested we bathe together. I wasn’t fit to be with her.
I pulled my tunic over my head. Sand flew everywhere. I eased my boots off to avoid making a further mess then slipped off my leggings. I lifted my head to find her staring at me, her eyes wide, cheeks flushed.
She looked stunned, but then her beautiful grin returned. “Obah!” she cheered in my language.
Or rather, that’s what she meant to say, but her pronunciation was off, and her utterance referred to a small sightless rodent. I glanced at my erection. I hoped her pronunciation was off.
“Aren’t you going to undress?” I said, a little nervous now.
She kicked her footwear off then removed her tunic, before shimmying out of her tight, short leggings. Underneath, she wore two small scraps of fabric, one covering her breasts, the other her womanhood. The garments didn’t appear to be very functional, but they had an immediate effect on me, causing my horns to throb and my manhood to further tighten. The glimpse of her hard, rosy nipples through the sheer fabric of the upper garment was particularly arousing.
Her flush deepened, but desire sparked in her eyes as she flung aside the scraps.
“You’re beautiful,” I said.
Like a sapling with slender limbs that would sway in the breeze, she looked the way she walked—grace and poise rounding out any sharpness to her lean lines. She had small, high breasts and long legs I couldn’t wait to have wrapped around me.
“You are magnificent. I, mean, wow. You could be a male model,” she said.
“What would I model?”
“Clothing, sports equipment…romance novel book covers…” She stepped close. “For now, you can model for me…”
“I like the sound of that.” I leaned down and kissed her. I roved my hands over her body, touching all the places clothing had denied me. I could feel the grit of sand on her skin, so I walked us to the shower.
The spray streamed like a gentle rain from the circular heads. Our lips clung as we kissed, but water filled our mouths, and we sputtered and then laughed. Her eyes still dancing, Toni reached for a jar on a shelf. “Do you want to use my shampoo?”
“Is that soap?”
“Yes, for your hair.” She squeezed out some thick liquid onto her palm. “You’ll smell like a girl, though.”
“On Dakon, we make soap by boiling kel fat and ash.” I lifted her palm for a sniff. “Shampoo smells like you—much better than smoky, musky kel.”
“Oh, well, thank you, I guess.” Her lips twitched. “Let me do the honors.” She smeared the shampoo into my hair.
I ducked my head so she could reach better, and she massaged my scalp with slow, sensual circles that sent jets of pleasure through my body. My horns throbbed along with my manhood, and when her fingers rubbed the former, sending a burst of heat through my body, I couldn’t prevent a groan.
“Sensitive there?” Her bathing teased then, as she seemingly became unable to wash my hair without nudging my horns.
I rinsed my head under the shower and grabbed the special soap. “My turn.” I worked the lather over her crown, behind her ears, down the slope of her nape. If I’d hoped for sensuous revenge, it had backfired because watching the desire play out on her face and hearing her soft moans worsened my need.
I paused, and she opened her eyes, her heavy-lidded sultry gaze nearly undoing me. “Do you have a special soap for body washing?” My voice sounded hoarse.
“This one.” She handed me another bottle.
A familiar scent of flowers wafted up to my nose; I’d smelled the fragrance on her. After lathering my palms, I smoothed my hands over her body, beginning with her neck where her rapid pulse drummed. The curve of her shoulder drew my attention next. I frowned as my fingers moved over the bump on the back of her arm. It was about the size of the language implant embedded behind my ear. Why would she need a translator? And why was it located there?
“It’s a contraceptive,” she said, without my having to ask. “It prevents pregnancy and protects against STDs, sexually transmitted disease.”
“But what if we want to have a kit?” Spending time with her, loving her was foremost in my mind, but later? I very much desired to have kits with her.
“It can be removed when we’re ready, which reminds me, it’s due to be replaced in a couple of weeks. I can’t believe we’re talking about babies.”
“Don’t you want them?”
“Of course, I do. Do you?”
“Yes, but not too many, only five or six.” I worked my way down her body, fascinated by textures and curves.
“Six?” she squeaked.
“Is that not enough?”
“We should talk about this later,” she said.
I paid special attention to her breasts, cupping them and drawing gentle circles over the nipples. It was a natural progression to trace the indentation of her waist, the jut of her hip bones, the length of her thighs, before slipping my hands upward to explore the delicate folds of her womanhood. I found the center of her desire, and her breathy intake incited my own arousal into a spiral.
I braced her against the shower wall and kissed her. “Let me bring you, pleasure,” I whispered.
“But…you…what about…” Her face twisted with sexual heat.
“Bringing you pleasure will bring me pleasure.” I’d waited so long to find my female, I wanted to see her convulse in rapture without being clouded by my own ecstasy.
She acquiesced, her body going pliant.
Free to indulge, I submerged myself in the sexual delight of pleasing my female. Her gasps came like music, her contorted face beautiful in climax. I held her as she slumped against me, my own painful need pounding an insistent beat. My horns ached, and my manhood felt as if it would burst out of its skin, but I would withhold my own release a dozen times, a hundred times, to please her.
Toni buried her face against my shoulder and rubbed my back. Then she lifted her head and, with a glint in her eyes, said, “Let me.” She soaped her hands with sweet-smelling body shampoo and began to wash me.
Exquisite torture. My veins were already hot with desire, and her touch cranked the heat. Muscles tensed, tightening with the urgency for release. Every jerk of my body, every muttered curse widened her smile.
With her long, delicate fingers, she kneaded my shoulders before splaying her hands over my chest. She tweaked my nipples, sending unexpected pangs of lust straight to my groin. She grazed my abdomen, and I had only a moment to suck in a gasp of air before she seized my manhood, and my knees nearly gave out.
Cursing, I slapped my hands against the wet shower wall, grasping for balance, for control, for strength. My mate. Mine. The urge to possess her spiked painfully.
She wrapped her hands around my length and stroked, up and down, squeezing, sliding. Her thumb teased over my cockhead spreading the pre-essence over my flesh. My testes tightened when her fingers fondled my taut sac.
Too good. Too good. Too much.
I hauled her against me and covered her mouth with mine, crushing her lips in a desperate kiss. The shower had rinsed away all traces of soap, leaving nothing between us but sensation as our bodies moved against each other in a quest for release.
She squealed as I lifted her against the wall. I cupped her mound and slid a finger into her channel, groaning as wetness coated my hand. Not the shower, not soap—all her, for me. I teased her toward the peak until she pounded on my shoulder and begged and threatened, and then I pressed my manhood into her.
My mate. Mine.
She tightened around me, welcoming my thrusts, completing me. This is what was meant to be. Her. Me. Us. Forever. I would have traveled the infinite galaxy for her.
We fit together, two halves of a whole the Fates had separated then brought back together. Heat and tension burgeoned, sensation swelled, propelling me to thrust harder and faster. Toni cried out in rapture, her body convulsing, her channel contracting, and I couldn’t hold on any longer. I was consumed.