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Lumina

You’d never know it by looking at me, but I’m waging a war inside my head. A very intelligent part of me is waving a red flag and has turned my internal klaxons onto their loudest setting. They’re warning me to stand down. Immediately.

The other part of me is determined to follow my body’s desires.

I’ve dreamed of having a mate, a husband, a lover, since I got my first period.

No, it was way before that when I had childish dreams of walking down an aisle and then holding a man’s hand and kissing with clothes on.

And for the past five years, I’ve dreamed of having a male who looks just like the one I’m straddling.

My slit has been dripping wet since his skin began to warm. Even before that, since those searing blue eyes looked at me with appreciation when I was tending his wounds. And his hand, stroking my back as sweetly as I would pet a kitten? I feel like I died and went to heaven.

I wonder if it was fate that I wound up here in the canyon at the exact moment the Draalian needed me. What else would it be? But it doesn’t matter. I’m here. He’s here. And I’m not going to let this opportunity go to waste.

I don’t care how many cautionary thoughts are pulsing through my brain.

The desire to experience this, even if it’s just this one time, overrides them all.

He’s not just handsome and sexy, he’s been nice, respectful.

For once in my life, I don’t want to do the smart thing, the levelheaded thing. I want to give in to my desires.

I don’t know how brazen I should be. I’m a strong female, a doctor, but in my fantasies it was always the man who took the lead.

“You’re handsome, Zoriss.” This is the first male I’ve met in my lifetime.

We’re skin to skin and his hard cocks are pulsing against my belly.

I have no idea how to flirt much less have sex, and we’ve known each other a grand total of a few hours.

But I’ve waited a lifetime for this, and I want to explore the attraction growing between us.

His gaze locks onto mine and he speaks several sentences. His eyes are so sincere, and his words are soft and hypnotic. He knows I can’t understand a word he’s saying, but he keeps talking, gentling me, crooning in his foreign language full of sibilant hisses.

“I wish I understood,” I confess.

He presses his palm to my cheek and strokes me with the softest touch imaginable. A small smile lifts the corners of his mouth. Smart male, he’s decided to speak with his body instead of his mouth.

I feel safe with him, although I don’t know why.

Actually, I do. His naked flesh is smashed to mine, his cocks have been standing at attention for a long time.

Despite his injuries, he could have hurt me in a dozen different ways a hundred different times because he’s so much stronger than me.

He’s done none of that. He seems content to simply stroke my cheek.

His thumb rubs my bottom lip. It’s a simple action, a soft brush. I’ve touched myself here a thousand times in my life. But it’s never felt like this. It’s sensual, almost magical.

He has to know it’s turning me on, doesn’t he? My nipples, drawn to hard points since I tore off my clothes and climbed on top of him, could drill rock. And my scent. Surely he can smell my arousal wafting through the cave.

He keeps brushing, though, just the gentle touch back and forth.

A stream of words flows from those sexy Draalian lips.

I have no idea what they’re saying, but I make up a script.

He’s telling me how pretty I am, how sexy my body is, how much he wants me.

Is he telling me how he laid in bed alone on his planet dreaming of me as I dreamed of him?

Whatever he’s saying is sweet, because it has to match the look of interest and adoration in his compassionate gaze.

“I’m attracted to you, Zoriss,” I confess, having no desire or need to hold back my thoughts. I flash him an open smile.

He smiles back. Holy shit. The Draalian is so handsome when a smile lights his face. Those blazing blue eyes, the color of a butane flame, sparkle. They look right at me as if they can read my mind.And his fangs! I’ve dreamed for years of fangs like that scraping the mounds of my breasts.

He slides his palm down the column of my throat, then explores my collar bones. I’ve had this body for twenty-eight years, but it feels like I just dropped into it and am experiencing it for the first time.

I’ve wanted many things in my life. From childhood toys to going to vet school, to wanting a Draalian.

But I’ve never wanted like this . Never desired like this .

It strikes me that because of the language barrier my Draalian is going slow.

He can’t talk to reassure me, so he’s telling me with his soft touch how much he likes me and how respectful and gentle he can be.

I realize I don’t want slow, or gentle. I want passion, and I want it now! I could tell him, I guess. He understands me, but I don’t want to tell him. I’ll show him instead.

“Should we do this, Zoriss?” I roll off and quickly remove my soaked panties, then roll back onto his body. I spread my knees farther apart and slide up a single inch knowing I’m coating his belly with my cream.

He releases a stream of rapid-fire words, his wide blue eyes asking questions I’ll never comprehend.

“No means no, Draalian, but yes means yes.” I hold his gaze, hold my ground. I’ll not allow myself to retreat now.

To make sure my point isn’t lost, I grab his wrists and place his hands on my breasts. The moment my nipples are resting in his palms, I throw my head back with a hiss of pleasure.

He likes my noise, and returns a hiss of his own. All of a sudden it hits me, and a bolt of fear travels up my spine. I’m really doing this. I’m going to have sex with an alien from another planet. An alien I’ve never even had a conversation with.

His long, strong fingers pluck both my nipples at the same moment and all thoughts of bolting and running and protesting leave my mind. In fact, all thoughts leave my mind. I just want to sink into this experience and enjoy whatever comes next.

He scoots my ass up and pulls my shoulders down so my right breast falls into his mouth. We both hum with pleasure at the same moment.

His tongue, that facile, blue, forked tongue, goes to work on the hardened nub sending me to the stratosphere and back. My eyes fly open wide because the level of pleasure is shocking.

“Zoriss!” I gasp, noticing this drew his attention. To leave absolutely no doubt that the noise was breathed in pleasure and not pain, I say, “So good. Don’t stop.”

His hands lodge on my ass cheeks and he presses me closer as he pulses his hips against me, maneuvering me so my slit slides against his primary. This pulls a deep, surprised moan from me.

The war I was having moments ago? The one where I was deciding if I should go forward with this or not?

That’s ancient history. Now the war I’m having is whether I should just bask in this pleasure, or if I should somehow slip out of this embrace and grip his cock.

Oh, and should it be just one, or both of them?

I decide to do that later, as my mouth pops open in a little ‘o’ of pleasure when he mimics what he’s doing with his tongue on one nipple with his fingers on the other.

“Too good,” I say as encouragement to ensure he doesn’t break his rhythm.

I grab his shoulders and throw my head back as I thrust my breasts out in offering, arching my back. He continues to work one nipple with his tongue and mouth and lips while his fingers pluck and strum the other.

When I play with myself at home, I don’t spend much time with my breasts, I’m usually focused on physical release and have developed techniques to get me there in record time.

Now, though, I want this to go on forever.

It’s building exquisite pleasure inside me, causing desire to swirl in my pelvis.

My fingers dig into his muscular shoulders, feeling the pebbled texture of his patterned blue scales.

Lifting his head to press his mouth near my ear, he releases a torrent of words.

Although I have no idea what he’s saying, I believe I get the general idea.

Strings of words and phrases and sentences and paragraphs.

By the tender, passionate tone of his voice, I can only imagine the sexy praises and promises tripping off that lovely forked blue tongue of his.

Dipping my head so he can relax and let his head lie on the sleeping bag, I bombard his ear with my own string of words.

“You’re so sexy, Zoriss. Look at you, your body is like a sculpture. Every muscle, every hard plane and chiseled ridge is in perfect proportion.” My tongue darts into the tiny shell of his ear and he sucks in a loud gasp of pleasure, his eyes flaring wide at the sensual surprise.

With his obvious approval of my touch, I roll to his side and grip his secondary cock in my palm, the one closest to his belly. A string of gritty words flies from his lips as his lids shutter closed. Although I can’t understand Draalian, I doubt he’s telling me no.

“Fuck,” I say, having no other words to describe what it’s like to have his stiff, hot cock in my hand. Stroking from base to tip, I revel in the ability to make it pulse in appreciation.

When he says “No,” my eyes fly to his, wondering why he’s the one who wants to shut this down. He rolls me onto my back and slips his knees between mine.

He’s not ending our game prematurely. In fact, I think he’s trying to ensure I don’t bring him to completion when the party’s just getting started.

He’s on hands and knees, his head dipped to the inside of my knee as he nips and licks and lips his way up my thigh. The visual of this huge, magnificent alien, naked except for his glinting silver armband, bent in the service of pleasuring me is almost more arousing than the act itself.