Page 24 of The Alien Who Saved Christmas

“Big. All of you is big . I knew you were, though. Don’t worry. Things are shaped a little different, but nothing we can’t work with.” She leaned closer to examine him with deep curiosity. “What’s this do? It looks swollen.”

He nearly laughed. “That is where the lubricant builds, when I am aroused. It flows before and during copulation to make the process smoother.”

“Oh.” She licked her lower lip. “That’s totally separate from your orgasm?”

“Yes. As I said it will be messy, especially since I am not finishing inside of you. You are very smooth and tiny. Your skin will be coated in me, when this is done.” He couldn’t wait to see it.

Sadie looked eager, too. “Um… Have you ever had a hand job before?”

“Just with robots.”

“Oh, I’m way better than a robot.”

The first touch of her palm had him momentarily blacking out.

It felt like he was seeing the faces of the gods.

He had no idea what language he was speaking, as he begged her not to stop.

One of his hands tunneled through her thick hair, instinctively wanting her anchored to him.

She needed to stay right where she was. Not that she was trying to escape, but he couldn’t stop himself.

“Receiving care is going to kill me.” He ground out, his jaw clenched.

“But what a way to go.” She made a contented sort of sound, watching her fingers kill and revive him with each stroke of her hand. “You’re already getting me wet. It feels nice, though.”

He was beyond words, so he didn’t even try to answer.

“This is going to get everywhere .” She continued happily, and Xane could feel his essence coating her palm as she caressed him.

Having it all over her hands was absolutely filthy.

He craved more. “It feels cool and tingly. Hang on.” His eyes nearly crossed as she sucked some from her thumb, like a pornographic daydream.

“I knew it! Xane, you taste like peppermint.”

She’d swallowed his essence!

His little human had no idea that was considered the height of erotic acts on Rtaharion.

She smiled at him with cheerful innocence, her tongue lapping another drop from her fingers.

Whatever peppermint was, he thanked every single god (including the Christmas ones) that she enjoyed the flavor.

It was the hottest fucking moment of Xane’s life.

“Lick more off of me.” He heard himself urge darkly.

Gray eyes met his, filled with mischief. “That’s not part of a hand job.”

He exhaled and tried to regain control. What was wrong with him? A good husband would not encourage his flawless, new bride to drink his essence. “You’re right. I’m sorry. It is wrong to request such a thing.”

“Wrong? Nothing we do together is wrong.”

“Not even robots will acquiesce to this act. It is considered,” he struggled for a word that might translate, “wicked?”

Her grin widened, like that was wonderful news. “Yeah?”

“Yes. I do not wish to offend you by…”

“Oh, I’m not offended.” She interrupted. “We can try oral, for sure. I love to be wicked. But you’re going to have to lick me later on.”

Xane stared at her.

“Okay?”

“Yes!” He sputtered, unable to believe his good fortune. “I will do that gladly .” One of his hands caught her by the shoulder, easing her down his body. “Please, Sadie. I will not last much longer.”

“I know.” She glanced up with a confident smirk. “That’s okay. You made me come embarrassingly fast, too. We like each other too much to hide it.”

The casual admission that she desired him as much as he desired her was nearly his undoing.

Then, her tongue lapped the tip of him, and Xane was done for.

His eyes rolled back in his skull. She sucked him deeper into her mouth, and two of his hands clenched in her hair.

She swallowed against his girth, and he exploded.

“Sadie! Fuck .”

He felt himself coming endlessly. Like he had never come before. An eruption of pent-up need, released by his pretty little wife. Released on his pretty little wife.

Sadie gave a squeak of alarm, but she didn’t seem upset by the explosion. Instead, she laughed and shimmied back up his body, one of her palms still milking every last drop from him. “Yeah, you like me.” She teased.

“My gods…” That was all he could get out. His chest heaved, trying to regain his breath. Sadie settled against him, and all four of his hands petted her body, admiring how wet and messy he’d made her. “That was… miraculous.

“It was. But, I’m going to need another shower.” Sadie leaned up to press her lips to his.

Xane gave a lazy murmur of agreement. “Later.” His mouth found hers, enjoying the gentleness of the kiss and the sense of connection he felt. For the first time in his life, he was utterly content.

What they’d just done hadn’t been about simple sexual release. Maybe it was his first time with a flesh-and-blood partner, but he still knew this was much, much more. Special. The sensation in his chest and the certainty in his mind could not be caused by any other woman, man, or robot.

“See?” Sadie arched a playful brow. “Rtaharions just need some hands-on learning opportunities, and they’re star pupils.”

Xane’s mouth curved. She’d been right about caring.

He did feel it. He felt so much for this woman that it fundamentally changed the person he’d been before.

He’d assumed the new sensations bombarding him were because he’d acquired a wife.

Since boyhood, he’d longed for a woman of his own, and now he had one. Of course he would be pleased.

But that was too simple an explanation for the morass inside of him, and all the stupid things he’d been doing to make Sadie happy, and the fact he was wholly uninterested in ever having anyone else as his “teammate.” It wasn’t just a wife that he coveted. It was his wife.

It was Sadie.

And that realization didn’t feel like Weakness.