Indiana rowed the boat across the lake, pulling the oars so hard his arms ached.

Nikki sat facing him, her back to the mainland as they approached.

Though the moonlight sparkled over the water and the trees danced in the summer breeze like a painting, Nikki ignored their surroundings, holding Indiana in her gaze as if she wanted to be sure of him.

He knew how she felt. Though he knew they had the rest of their lives, he felt a desperate urgency to claim her. It wasn’t just the ache in his loins. This was his very spirit calling out to be joined with hers.

At last they reached the bank, and she helped him to pull the canoe onto the grass.

She took his hand and headed toward the house upon whose lawn they had just arrived.

It was an enormous white house.

But when they had nearly reached it, Nikki pulled him away from it and toward the house for cars.

That seemed odd, but he did not want to question her and risk awakening the proprietor of this hotel for people and cars.

To his surprise, there was a metal staircase on the outside of the garage. They followed it up to a door, which Nikki opened with a key she fished out of her pocket.

“I was going to stay here tonight to catch an early bus back to the city in the morning,” she explained. “But I think my plans just changed.”

She turned on a switch and illuminated the small space. Someone had turned the attic of the garage into an apartment. The ceiling was quite high, though it sloped down on the sides.

The room was lit by a chandelier that threw facets of light that looked almost like stars onto the ceiling above.

A simple wooden table and chairs sat just inside the door, as well as a bookshelf and two easy chairs.

The far side of the room held only a canopied bed.

Indiana looked over at Nikki.

Nikki was looking at the bed.

He found it hard to read her expression. Was it excitement or trepidation?

“Are you hungry?” he asked, offering her an out, in case she was not ready. He had been taught that the women of Earth placed a heavy burden on readiness for physical mating, the rules of which Indiana could not pretend to understand, but he wished to honor them if they were important to her.

She looked over at him, then shook her head slowly.

“Tired?” he tried.

“No,” she murmured, smiling.

Her smile was like sunlight. He moved toward her without thinking.

Then she was in his arms again and he was kissing her, lost in the sensations brought on by such intimate contact with her soft skin, her fragrant hair.

He lifted her in his arms and carried her to the bed.

When he placed her down again, she slid her hands up his chest and swiftly slipped his t-shirt over his head.

“You’re so smooth,” he whispered to her and gave her a wink to let her know he liked it.

She giggled and didn’t object when he removed her shirt and unhooked her bra with a snap of his fingers.

“You’re pretty smooth too,” she observed.

“But you knew that already,” he told her.

She blushed prettily and some caveman instinct inside him was gratified.

He knelt before her and slid her jeans and panties down to her ankles.

She stepped out and he looked up at her naked figure, all softness and curves, so different from the hard angled bodies of his brothers. A man could get lost in so much sweetness.

Nikki whimpered.

Like Pavlov’s dog, his mouth began to water at that sound. He pressed her thighs and she widened her stance, allowing him access.

He moved his face to her sex, inhaling her intoxicating scent.

She made a small sound of excitement.

The responding surge in his cock left him nearly breathless.

Overcome with desire, he licked her, sliding a finger between her folds to feel her heat, and add to the sensations he wanted to stoke in her.

Nikki moaned pitifully, running her fingers through his hair.

Delighted at her responsiveness, he applied his tongue directly to her little pyramid of pleasure as he slid his finger deeper.

But instead of tilting her hips to him as she had the last time, Nikki tugged at his hair and tried to retreat from him, even as he felt her sex tighten around his finger.

“Please, not this way,” she begged, her voice husky with need.

Oh.

“Lie down, Nikki,” he told her with a cool authority he did not really feel with his heart pounding out of his chest.

She scrambled onto the bed obediently and he slid off the rest of his clothes.

He was going to make love to her.

The idea of actually entering her body filled him with a reverence that bordered on religion.

But when he crawled into the bed, covering her body with his own, Nikki pushed him off.

He lay beside her, wondering what he had done wrong.

“Not yet,” she whispered, a look of pure mischief on her face. “We need to make up for last time.”

Before he could figure out what she was talking about Nikki was hovering over him, her nipples skimming his chest in a tantalizing way.

She lowered herself to kiss his neck, her warm mouth sucking, teeth grazing until he felt his cock pound with need.

He moved to wrap his arms around her but she smacked him back playfully.

“Indiana, lie down,” she whispered.

He froze and she took advantage of his stillness to kiss her way down his chest, and lick a path down his abs to where his cock throbbed helplessly.

Nikki’s hair brushed his hips and then he felt the heat of her tongue, caressing him softly, up and down his shaft.

He closed his eyes and fisted the sheets in his effort to keep control.

But when she wrapped her lips around the tip of his cock and swirled her tongue around him he cried out.

Emboldened, she slid her velvet mouth further, taking more and more of him in.

Indiana held his breath and tried to calm the sea of desire she was stoking in him. His poor organ was ready to burst with excitement.

Seemingly oblivious to his urgency, Nikki continued to draw him in and out of her mouth slowly, her tongue exploring him as she moved.

When she began to make small sounds of satisfaction in her throat Indiana could take no more.

“Stop, love,” he groaned, lifting her off him.

He opened his eyes in time to see her slide her swollen lips over him one last time and then he sprung out of her mouth, his penis pumping in the air as if searching for her tongue.

“Lie down, my angel,” he whispered to her.

She crawled up to the head of the bed with him, rested her head on a pillow.

He bent to kiss her, cupping her cheek.

She kissed him back with such passion.

“Are you ready?” he asked her.

She smiled up at him and nodded.

Overcome with emotion, he covered her face with kisses - her cheeks, her forehead, her chin, her eyelids.

When he took her mouth again she twined her arms around his neck, lifting her breasts to press them against his chest.

His body told him again that it was time.

Though he would have liked to kiss and tease her all night, he also wanted to belong to her, needed her to belong to him.