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The building at the address that Joran had directed her to seemed oddly out of place to Adriana as she approached it. Well, if it’s a new lab, then it would look different, Adriana told herself. Joran had sent her reams of documentation, all of which pointed to a perfectly legitimate study: abstracts and proposals, information about the study. She had read through the forms he had sent her along with it, perusing the information while she was watching her young cousins playing in the sprinklers. All in all, she had been reassured. Why Joran had recruited her for the study, Adriana couldn’t fathom; but she was apparently going to receive a small sum of money for participating in the project, which was always helpful.
As she stepped into the small, nondescript building, punching in the code that Joran had given her in one of the emails he had sent, Adriana worried her bottom lip. There was terminology in the forms she had read that had seemed innocent to her when she had first read it—but now that she was entering Joran’s lab, something about the wording gave her pause. “Subject agrees to submit to testing, including non-harmful probes, blood tests, and sexual function examination…” The last bit—sexual function examination—had seemed straightforward at first, but as Adriana wandered through the hallways to the room number Joran gave her, she began to wonder how exactly a person’s sexual function would be tested.
A door opened in silky near silence, startling Adriana out of her thoughts. The paperwork in her hands—which she had printed on her cousin’s printer and signed—rustled and rattled. A second later, Joran appeared; he was not wearing the sunglasses from before, and Adriana stepped back, her heart beating faster in her chest. “Joran!” Adriana clutched the paperwork to her chest, taking a deep breath to try and calm her reaction.
“Hello, Adriana,” Joran said, smiling slightly. As her initial startled reaction began to face, Adriana noticed that without the sunglasses, she could see his eyes; they were a strange, aquamarine blue—which didn’t seem to fit with his grayish-dark complexion and dark hair. She wondered idly if they were contact lenses of some kind.
“You startled me,” she said, smiling nervously.
“My apologies,” Joran replied. He extended a hand towards the paperwork. “Are these your forms?” he asked. Adriana nodded.
“Yes…yes they are. I—I feel like I signed them without actually knowing what you intend to do.”
Joran’s eyes widened slightly and he took a step back. “Come into the lab,” he suggested. “We can discuss things better there.” Adriana hesitated for only a moment before walking through the door.
The lab was not what she was expecting; as the door closed behind her, she looked around, spotting something that looked like a bed, screens that looked like they belonged to some kind of very advanced computer system, and medical equipment both familiar and completely foreign. “What the hell is all this?” Adriana said, turning towards Joran with more than a little alarm. “Why is there a bed here?” Joran winced—or at least, it appeared to Adriana’s eyes that he had winced—and sat down.
“Please have a seat,” Joran said, fixing his gaze on her. In spite of her fear, Adriana had to admit that there was nothing precisely intimidating about the man; she realized that he was in some strange kind of coverall—not the scrubs and jacket that she would have assumed a scientist would wear. There were markings that meant nothing at all to her splattered across it.
Glancing once more around the room, unable to fight the sense of having been maneuvered into what could very well be a dangerous situation, Adriana sat in the only other chair, holding Joran’s gaze levelly. “Are you going to explain what the hell all this is?” she asked him.
“I will,” he said slowly. “But I do not think that you will find it easy to believe.”
“Try me.”
Joran took a deep breath and exhaled, setting her paperwork aside. He leaned forward, folding his hands in front of him. “I am researching female humans,” he said. “Specifically…your reproductive capabilities and genetics.”
“My…our…reproductive capabilities?”
Joran nodded. “You have likely realized that I am not… from here.”
Adriana raised an eyebrow. “Yes,” she admitted cautiously.
“I am not…from this planet; I am from Khatanar.”
Adriana stared at Joran in shock. “You…are not…from this…planet,” she said slowly. Her heart raced in her chest.
“I am not.”
“You’re from…another planet.” Joran nodded. Oh, good God, I’m with a crazy man. He’s probably…schizophrenic or something, or has some kind of multiple personality disorder. Oh, God—is he even a scientist? Adriana’s thoughts whirled in tight, panicked circles.
“I need to leave. This is—you—I—I need to go.”
Joran stood quickly, and Adriana realized that in her panic she had gotten out of her chair. “You need proof that I am who and what I say I am,” Joran suggested.
“Mostly I need to not be in a small laboratory with a bed in it with a crazy person,” Adriana countered.
“I am not a crazy person,” Joran said firmly. “I will show you.”
Adriana staggered backwards, her heart pounding in her chest, her mind spinning. Joran stood straighter, his gaze steady on her. He closed his eyes and Adriana bit her bottom lip, feeling a mixture of confusion and concern. Joran ran his hands over his face, rubbing slightly. Adriana gasped as some kind of paint came away from his skin, revealing streaks of slightly purplish-gray underneath. She stared in unabashed shock as Joran wiped away at his skin some more, doing something to his eyes. The face that emerged from beneath his hands still looked human—but also utterly and completely foreign and strange.
He had dark blue eyes, slightly larger than any human’s, with flecks of what looked like slowly whirling gold inside of the irises. Joran’s purplish-gray skin was not a tone that any human being possessed. Adriana saw that he had absolutely no facial hair, not even real eyebrows. “You…are definitely not a normal human,” Adriana said slowly, swallowing against the tightening of her throat. She wasn’t sure if she was relieved or even more frightened. “You—you’re—you are definitely an alien. What the hell! You’re an alien!” Somehow the fact of his existence made her angry.
“I am. And my existence here on this planet is a closely guarded secret.” Joran held her gaze and Adriana found herself staring into his unearthly eyes, trying to make sense of what she was seeing.
“But—how is it possible?”
Joran shrugged, smiling slightly. “Our ship is very advanced,” Joran said. “Your detection capabilities are…limited.” Joran smiled again.
Adriana took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. “So, why exactly are you—experimenting on humans?” she asked. She remembered the wording of the forms she had signed. “Oh God! Probes! You—are you even serious? You’re going to probe me?”
Joran made a sound that was somewhere between a laugh and a cough. “I must admit,” Joran said, moving closer to her; up close, Adriana noticed that he smelled faintly lemony. She wondered how it had managed to escape her notice that he was so utterly foreign. She had known he had an accent, and his skin tone was strange, but the idea of him being an alien was impossible to believe, even with the proof in front of her. “I must admit that there is a certain kind of probing I would like to do with you. I must test your sexual function.” Adriana’s mouth fell open, and she stared at him in a mixture of shock and amusement.
“You—that’s—what kind of line is that?” Adriana laughed, shaking her head.
“Is it a good line?” Joran asked her, a faintly vulnerable tone coming into his voice. Adriana sat down heavily.
“Just…how much do you know about humans?” she looked up to look at Joran, who was watching her intently.
“I know that the female must reach climax for reproductive viability,” he said. Adriana coughed.
“That’s not—what I meant,” her voice left her throat in a squeak. “Also, that’s…” she blushed from the roots of her hair down to her chest and took a deep breath. Do I really want to tell him that women can get pregnant without climaxing? She swallowed against the tightness in her throat. “What exactly were you going to do with me?”
“I was going to put you at ease, and then take some blood samples to examine your genetics, and then…” Joran smiled slowly. “I would have attempted to determine your level of sexual functioning.”
“How exactly were you going to do that?”
“I would have offered you any number of what you call sex toys with which to masturbate… or I would have offered you myself.”
“You want me to have sex with you.”
Joran considered the almost-question and nodded. “I must tell you a thing, Adriana,” Joran said, moving slightly closer to her. “I am sexually attracted to you.”
“That’s rather a frank way of phrasing it,” Adriana said.
Joran shrugged, smiling slightly. “I realized it after I left you,” he told her. “On the train. My response to you was not simply curiosity—I felt the way a male of my species is said to feel when he mates with a female.”
“So, you have—I mean…” Adriana shook her head, trying to clear it. “I have a lot of questions, but I feel like probably we should deal with you wanting to have sex with me, first.” She let her gaze travel down over Joran’s body, even as she felt warmth stirring inside of her at the implication that Joran wanted her. There was something about his long, lean frame that appealed to her—and his eyes, when she got over their strangeness, were very nice. She wondered irrelevantly whether he didn’t have body hair at all—and then blushed a deep red, thinking that she didn’t even know if he had a penis.
“Would you like to compare anatomy?” Joran’s eyes seemed to glimmer with amusement.
“Okay—important question, and this is above and beyond the sex thing,” Adriana said. “How do you know what I’m thinking?” Joran laughed.
“We have studied your body language extensively,” Joran explained. He moved closer to her, his hands reaching out to touch her lightly; at first Adriana began to flinch—but then she found herself relaxing. “There is also a sort of—latent capability that we have, to read…” Joran frowned. “It is like…we can know emotions, in sentient creatures.”
“Oh, so humans qualify as sentient. Good to know.” Joran smiled.
“You are very sentient,” he said. “So, did you want to compare anatomy?”
Adriana laughed, shaking her head not in rejection but in disbelief. “Okay, sure,” she said, chuckling in spite of herself. The situation was so extraordinary—so far out of her range of experience—that it seemed like all she could do was go along with it.
Joran’s fingers—surprisingly deft, Adriana thought—moved over the front of his jumpsuit, quickly opening the strange fastenings. “You should strip, too,” Joran suggested, his gold-flecked eyes glittering with amusement and something that Adriana recognized as desire. She hesitated for only a moment before beginning to unbutton her blouse, her fingers fumbling from her uncertainty and—to her surprise—her rising arousal.
Am I actually attracted to an alien? Whoa, girl. You don’t even know what kind of equipment he has… She blushed as she freed the last button, tugging her blouse down over her arms and letting it fall to the ground. “I think this is probably the kinkiest thing I’ve ever done in my life,” she said in disbelief, reaching down to push the waistband of her skirt down over her hips. “Playing doctor with an alien.” Joran laughed, and Adriana looked up.
She stopped in her efforts to undress as the alien kicked the fabric of his coverall off at his feet. He stood before her, completely naked; he hadn’t applied whatever cosmetic that was on his face to the rest of his skin, Adriana noticed. Her gaze traveled down along his lean, muscular body, taking in the fact that he did not have any hair on his chest or arms. Her gaze moved down to his hips, and then below, and almost stuttered as it came to a stop. “That…is…interesting,” Adriana said, her mouth drying. In spite of her shock, she felt a hot jolt of arousal at the sight of what appeared to be Joran’s penis. It was, to her eyes, enormous; and more alarming still, instead of a smooth shaft, it was ridged—almost bumpy-looking. She noticed the fact that he didn’t seem to have testicles almost as an afterthought.
“You have not finished undressing,” Joran said quietly. “Do you require me to help you? I understand that is sometimes part of your mating ritual.” Adriana continued to stare at the alien’s almost comically large and utterly strange genitals—were they his genitals? She wondered.
“I didn’t exactly agree to—mate—with you,” Adriana said absently.
“You did not answer the question,” Joran said with slight amusement in his voice. Adriana gave herself a shake. In spite of the strangeness of the alien’s erection, she was surprised to find herself intrigued. What would that feel like inside of me? She thought. She remembered his comment that he knew human women needed to achieve orgasm in order to conceive and felt the heat rising in her face.
“I can undress myself,” she said briskly. She stepped out of the pool of fabric that her skirt had become, standing before the alien in nothing more than her bra and panties. Joran’s gaze on her was intent as Adriana reached around to her back, unclasping her bra. She let the garment slide away from her skin, guiding the straps along her arms.
Adriana heard a sharp intake of breath as she dropped her bra to the floor, her breasts bouncing slightly as the fabric came away. She met Joran’s gaze; his expression was definitely one of desire rather than scientific interest, and Adriana felt herself smiling, amused at his reaction. She hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her panties and tugged them down over her hips, pushing the thin lace down over her legs and then letting the fabric fall to the floor.
“May I touch you?” Joran asked. “I wish to touch you.”
“Yeah,” Adriana said, feeling breathless without knowing why. “Yeah, you can touch me.”
Joran closed the distance between them, and Adriana shivered as his hands brushed against her skin, caressing her tentatively. She bit her bottom lip as Joran cupped her breasts, giving them a careful, light squeeze. Adriana moaned, closing her eyes, as her nipples began to harden to his touch.
“This is interesting,” Joran murmured, his fingertips closing around her already-firm nipples. He rolled the firm, tight buds between his fingers, sending jolts of pleasure through Adriana’s body. “I have seen naked human females…” Joran said slowly. “But I did not know the response was so rapid.” He gave one of her nipples a firmer tweak and Adriana gasped, arching into his touch.
Before Adriana could get used to his attentions to her breasts, Joran’s hands wandered downward, sliding along her waist, brushing against her hips. “This is your sex organ,” Joran said in an almost-question, as his fingers pressed against the already-slick folds of her pussy.
“Yes,” Adriana said with a moan, pushing her hips down against his touch. She wasn’t sure if she was answering his question or inviting more contact. Joran began to stroke her, his fingers working between her drenched folds. He murmured something in a language she didn’t understand, touching her more and more firmly until he found her clit. Adriana moaned out, long and low, reaching out to grab at Joran’s hard, almost unyielding body impulsively.
“I want you, Adriana. I want to have you.” Joran leaned in close and brushed his lips against hers. “Say yes—please.” Adriana chuckled lowly, shivering as Joran’s fingers swirled around her clit, rubbing and stroking.
“Oh-okay,” she said, her breath catching in her throat as one of Joran’s fingers moved down, slipping between her inner labia and pushing inside of her body slowly.
“I will make you—what is the word? Come?” Adriana chuckled again, breathlessly, her hips rocking and twisting in reaction to his surprisingly deft touches.
“I can…believe that,” she said. Adriana let her hands trail over Joran’s body curiously, exploring and touching, almost caressing.
Joran led her towards the bed, continuing to stroke and rub her, working her pussy with his fingers until all Adriana could think about was how good it felt, and the fact that she wanted more; his strangeness, the fact that he was a completely different species, paled before the pleasure his adept touches stirred inside of her. Joran pushed her gently onto her back, quickly covering her body with his own, his hands wandering all over her sensitive skin. “I have wanted to taste a human for a long time,” Joran said. “May I?” Adriana, lost in a haze of desire, could only nod her acceptance, barely able to comprehend the question.
Adriana was surprised when Joran brought his lips down against hers, kissing her hungrily; she realized as his tongue slid into her mouth, probing and tasting, that it was ever so slightly forked at the end—an anatomical difference that sent a rush of ideas through her mind. He broke away from her lips almost reluctantly and began to kiss a path down her body, nipping at her throat, licking almost delicately at the sensitive skin just above her collarbones. He lingered at her breasts for what seemed like a long time, examining every inch of each mound with lips and tongue and teeth until Adriana thought she might actually die if he continued to tease her—and then realized that he was not teasing, he was genuinely fascinated by her body.
Before Adriana could say anything to prompt him, Joran continued downward, his breath brushing against the skin of her abdomen, tickling her. Adriana squirmed and writhed, feeling herself getting wetter and wetter, her inner muscles flexing convulsively. Joran nuzzled her hip as he spread her legs wide, glancing up at her with his unearthly eyes. “You smell very good,” Joran murmured, kissing the crest of her hip.
“Th-thank you,” Adriana murmured, her hips moving automatically as she writhed. Joran smiled slightly, licking his lips with his forked tongue, and then dove between her legs. He buried his face against her slick labia, rubbing his face back and forth, and Adriana cried out, her head falling back against the soft blankets. Adriana grabbed convulsively at Joran’s shoulder as he flicked his tongue up and down along her wet folds, the forked tip fluttering slightly as he nuzzled in deeper. Adriana’s hips bucked, her back arching up off of the bed as Joran sucked and licked hungrily, as if he was a starving man.
She moaned out, grabbing and touching Joran as he worshipped her with his mouth, bringing his tongue up to her clit and then retreating. He teased her relentlessly, and in the back of her mind—the only part of her mind that was still capable of thought—Adriana wondered where he had learned what he was doing, what kind of research the alien had done. But the thought evaporated as Joran’s lips and tongue worked her, sending jolts of sensation through her body. Adriana’s pleasure mounted and mounted, burning away at every nerve, tingling through her body as she became more and more turned on.
Joran’s forked tongue flickered against her clit, the split tip vibrating against the cluster of nerves, swirling in tight circles around her pleasure center. Adriana pitched and arched, moaning out over and over again. All at once, it seemed, Adriana cried out as wave after wave of pleasure rushed through her, almost overwhelming her. She grabbed at him desperately; Joran didn’t let up even as her orgasm crashed through her body, lighting up her nervous system, sending hot and cold jolts of electric pleasure through every nerve.
It wasn’t until the spasms began to abate that Joran’s tongue and lips began to slow. He pulled back carefully, smiling in satisfaction. Adriana panted and gasped for breath, barely able to keep her eyes open through the haze of pleasure that fogged her mind. “You taste very nice,” Joran told her, slithering up along her body. He kissed her on the lips, rocking his hips against hers slowly. Adriana could feel the heat and hardness of his erection pressing against her—it seemed almost like a rock, radiating heat.
“Is—is that your—your sex organ?” she asked, stumbling over the words. It seemed so strange to refer to it that way.
“Yes,” Joran said, bringing his lips down onto hers once more. “You feel very slick,” he observed, one hand slipping between their bodies to stroke her soaking-wet labia. “Do you think you can take me, Adriana?” Adriana hesitated a moment, catching her breath before she nodded.
Joran’s cock pressed against her labia, sliding along her folds, and Adriana took a deep breath as she felt him guiding himself up against her. He cradled her in her arms—again she wondered where he had learned that particular maneuver, how much he actually knew about human sexuality—and kissed her as he thrust into her slowly. Adriana moaned as he filled her inch-by-inch, her body yielding to the thickness of his cock. Each bump, each ridge sent a shiver of pleasure through her until Joran’s hips pressed against hers and he paused for a moment. “You…are very tight, very small,” he murmured, moving just slightly inside of her. “I will be careful, Adriana. Do you trust me?”
“Yes,” she said, nodding eagerly. Joran began to move, rocking his hips slowly. Every thrust made the ridges and bumps along the shaft of his member rub along her inner walls. Adriana shivered, pushing her hips down to meet Joran’s thrusts, her hands exploring the firm planes of his back and shoulders as they moved together. She wrapped her legs around his waist, twisting and pivoting her hips, as he began to move faster inside of her, pushing deeper and deeper inside.
In a matter of moments, it seemed, Adriana felt her pleasure mounting, felt the tingling electricity coursing through her body. “God, you feel good,” she cried out as Joran filled her up over and over again, brushing up against her g-spot with each thrust. She cried out as she reached her second orgasm; but Joran showed no sign at all of stopping; her climax intensified as he continued to thrust into her steadily, his body somehow tensing. Joran shouted a string of sounds that must be his native language, and Adriana gasped as a flood of hot, thick fluid gushed into her; it tingled as it coated her inner walls, heightening her orgasm until she felt overwhelmed by the pleasure. Adriana barely felt the fluids dripping out of her as Joran’s movements began to slow, a few last spurts of his alien ejaculate shooting into her. She collapsed against the bed, too exhausted to fight the languor that came over her.
Joran watched Adriana carefully, torn between concern and renewed desire; she had felt so good, wrapped around him—so tight, so wet, so inviting. He cradled the human woman in his arms, holding her, trying to decide whether he might have done something wrong. He knew that some of the other scientists on the crew had already begun experiments with human women; he was tempted to contact one of his colleagues and ask about this particular reaction. To the best of his people’s knowledge there should be no medical complications or allergic-type reactions between the two species—but of course, until they knew more about humans, they couldn’t be certain.
Adriana began to stir, and Joran felt his heart beating a little faster. “You are okay, Adriana?” he asked quietly.
“Mm,” she mumbled, turning towards him. “I’m going to be walking bow-legged for a week, but I’ll survive.”
Joran frowned, puzzled at the comment. “Explain please?” The captivating woman’s eyes opened, and Joran felt a stirring of desire deep down at the hazy pleasure he saw on her face as she looked up at him.
“I am not sure I even know how to explain,” Adriana said with a short laugh, shaking her head. She bit her bottom lip, and Joran could feel the pulse of desire in her body—and his own body’s reaction to it. “You—your—sex organ,” she began hesitantly. “It’s really big. Like—freakishly big, by human standards.” Joran nodded. He had been pleasantly surprised that her body could accommodate him as easily as it did, even knowing that human females often self-lubricated. “I will be…” she paused again, considering. “Walking funny—do you understand?”
Joran frowned, thinking. “Ah—yes, I see,” he said, smiling as the meaning of her words filtered through his mind, translated into his own language. “I did not hurt you?”
Adriana shook her head. “You did not hurt me,” she replied. “I…oh God, I just had the best sex of my life with a damned alien.” Adriana shook her head.
“I am very good at human sex,” Joran told her. “I have researched intensely.”
“How, exactly, did you—research?” Adriana asked, peering up at him closely.
“Your species has a wealth of material,” Joran explained. “This is how I know that human women must achieve orgasm during the mating experience.” Adriana’s lips twitched.
“That—that isn’t actually required,” she said, chuckling slightly. “I mean, it’s a big plus, but women conceive from forced sex that they don’t enjoy in the slightest.”
Joran frowned, remembering the films he had seen. The women in them had achieved climax in every one—it had seemed to both him and his colleagues that this was a required component of the experience.
“I must ask you many questions,” Joran said. “We may have made wrong assumptions; that should be clarified.” Adriana bit her bottom lip, and Joran wondered if this was a signal of reproductive readiness in the species, or in her individual culture—he could detect her arousal beginning to intensify.
“We’ll keep the ‘women must come’ assumption on the table; if there are a bunch of you doing this, I’d like for all of the women you recruit to at least have a good time.”
Joran laughed. “But there are other discoveries that must be made,” he pointed out.
“What exactly are you trying to find out?” Adriana asked him. Joran felt a flicker of guilt for the fact that he had not told this woman the whole truth of his mission.
“We are exploring human female reproduction,” he said. “My race, the Khateen…we are hopeful that perhaps human genetics would be worth incorporating into our own; either to enhance our offspring, or to create new offspring that would have features of both.” Adriana took a deep breath and exhaled.
“You know,” she said slowly. “I shouldn’t be surprised. Also, you’re not…the idea isn’t that poorly founded.” Joran frowned, tilting his head to the side to silently request an explanation. “Humans—well, really, really early humans—basically…” she laughed. “We came to be the way we are because our distant ancestors had sex with anything that even vaguely resembled another human.”
Joran chuckled. “So, you and I mating is not an unprecedented human event?”
Adriana shrugged. “I would hope that if you mated with early humans you’d already know what you needed to about us. But we’re a combination of several different earlier species.”
Joran inhaled sharply at the epiphany this information gave him. “That explains it! One of the questions we are exploring is why your genetic code is so complex, and so varied.”
Adriana nodded. “Homo sapiens, Neanderthal, the Denisova… we’re all…” she shrugged. “There’s been a big mish-mash of species to make the human race.”
“I must research,” Joran told her. He paused, sensing her lingering arousal. “I believe though that you are ready to mate again?” he reached down, stroking the slick folds of her sex. Human women were so different from the females of his own species, Joran thought. He brought his hand up to cup one of Adriana’s breasts. He admitted privately to himself that he could almost consider Adriana at least to be a vast improvement on any of the temptations the females on his own planet could offer.
“If you go really, really slowly,” Adriana said, licking her lips. “I think I can do that again without passing out.”
Joran smiled, leaning in to kiss her on the lips. That was one aspect of human mating rituals that he thought would definitely enrich the process of his own people’s mating; there was something intimate about the act, even more so than the coupling itself, or the tasting of each other’s sex organs.
“I enjoy kissing you,” Joran told Adriana. “It is something I have never experienced.”
Adriana smiled against his lips. “Just how long are you going to be here on the planet?” she asked him. Joran, remembering something he had seen in one of the research videos he had watched about human sexuality, turned onto his back, lifting Adriana on top of him. He felt his penis beginning to harden, remembering how good she had felt—how good she had tasted—the first time. He was more than eager to experience her body again.
“Indefinitely,” Joran explained. “If we are able to cross your genetics with ours, the hope is to develop that new strain. We will have to stay here to continue research.”
Adriana shook her head. “And no one knows who you are or what you are?”
Joran nodded. “We all have human identities. It is important to our work.” He moved Adriana on top of him, shifting underneath her until the tip of his cock brushed against her already-soaking labia. “No more questions now,” he told her firmly, smiling. “We need to repeat our experiment.” Adriana chuckled, looking down at him with a mixture of amusement and desire.
Joran felt a wave of heat as she sank down onto him achingly slowly, taking his member inside of her by inches. She was every bit as tight as before, and as her inner muscles flexed around him, Joran gripped her hips, fighting back the urge to fill her up in one fast, hard thrust. She was so tight, her slickness the only thing making it possible for him to push past the resistance of her body; as Adriana reached out to steady herself, her hands on his shoulders, he felt her muscles tighten around him convulsively.
They began to move together, and Joran pulled Adriana down against his body, finding her lips with his own, kissing her over and over again as he felt the pleasure coursing through him. He let his hands wander over her enticing body, exploring and testing, caressing her the way he had seen in videos, teasing her as she rocked her hips, taking him deeper and deeper. “I want to do this every day,” Joran murmured in her ear.
Adriana, moving a little bit faster, moans leaving her lips, nodded. “I am—I agree. I think…I think that is a wonderful idea.”
Joran felt his muscles beginning to tense, his body tingling with the pleasure of higher and higher arousal. He wrapped his arms around Adriana’s body, holding her close as he thrust up into her over and over again. While he now knew that she did not have to achieve orgasm to be impregnated, Joran couldn’t help but want to bring this woman to climax—it felt so good to feel her pleasure, to hear her crying out. He brought her breasts to his mouth one by one, worshiping the mounds of flesh with lips and tongue, and when Adriana gasped and shuddered against him, Joran knew that she was close.
He held back long enough to feel the first convulsive spasms of her pleasure as Adriana reached her third orgasm, and then let go of his own release, groaning and shouting in his native language as he flooded her with his seed. He knew that there was no chance that she could become pregnant—but he knew that this coupling, this mating, was about much more than reproduction.
“Will you…help me research?” Joran asked, smiling as they both collapsed against the bed together.
“Sure,” Adriana said breathlessly. “As long as…you keep…doing this to me.”