frown was unexpected. “Me,” he answered seriously. “Always me: Varion.”
Uncertain of his mood, she returned a quick nod. “Of course.”
She’d only meant it flirtatiously. Did he think she was sleeping with other men? Once they’d gone exclusive, that was it for her. Usually her Multan was all the variety she needed, and Benni was a woman of her word. So if he felt like wearing his new favorite face tonight, that was fine. She just didn’t understand the sudden change—or lack thereof.
“Is this your real face?” It suddenly occurred to her that maybe that’s why he liked it.
“Real face?”
“The one you were born with,” she said. “I know you Multans can change your outward features from birth, but you must pop out wearing a first look. Is this the grown-up version of how you looked when you were born?”
He let her enter the apartment first and followed her in. “It doesn’t exactly work like that. Multan babies are born with slack features until they build up enough muscle control to arrange and rearrange their appearance. So we never do have a particular face. As for skin tone, we mimic whatever coloring our mother happens to be wearing when we come out of her.”
“Really?” That was interesting. “So what skin tone was your mother wearing?”
Taking her hand, he shot her a small smile before leading her upstairs. “She wouldn’t say. Actually, most parents won’t. On Multa, nobody gives it any thought since we all change constantly, and the physical traits other races use to identify people aren’t important to us. Off the home planet, the majority of Multan parents don’t want to tell their kid what color they started out. They don’t want their child identifying with one particular race or way of being.”
Leading her over to his bed, he pulled her close and nuzzled her neck.
“So you see,” he added while he unsealed her dress. “All my faces belong to me. I’m all you get.”
“You’re what I want.” She was surprised he hadn’t figured that out by now.
With her hands trapped between them, Benni began undoing his shirt and was rewarded with his hot skin beneath her palms. Lowering her head, she tongued one of his flat nipples, which was currently an enticing cocoa color. Rewarded by the groan that rumbled out of his broad chest, she smiled as she tasted a hint of salt from their sweaty exertions in the car.
Cool air kissed her back and bare buttocks seconds after her dress hit the floor. The pressure eased between her breasts, and she realized he’d also popped open her bra. He took the undergarment with him as he stepped back to look at her.
“Like candy.” He reached out to circle each areola with a fingertip.
Even that light touch had her nipples pebbling harder, causing gooseflesh to prickle all over her body. Fresh nectar gushed from between her legs, bathing her swollen folds and the insides of her thighs. She started to reach for her necklace to take it off, but he stopped her.
“Leave the jewelry. I like it.”
A shiver ran down her spine at his eager tone. Giving him what he wanted, she left her necklace and armbands in place while she slipped out of her shoes. Her jewelry was now the only thing she was wearing. Closing the distance between them, she snagged him by the waistband of his pants.
“Come out and play,” she said.
With one deft move of her fingers, she had his erection jutting free of his pants, as long and thick as she’d ever seen it. Following the fabric down, she pushed his pants to the floor and helped him out of his shoes and socks. She made sure to blow hot air over his shaft on her way back up, but she never quite touched his cock. Pushing his jacket off his shoulders, she had to loosen his tie before she could shove his shirt off. She didn’t discard the tie, though. Instead, she left it around his neck and used it like a leash to lead him to the foot of the bed. The slick fabric slid out of her fingers when she sat down
Uncertain of his mood, she returned a quick nod. “Of course.”
She’d only meant it flirtatiously. Did he think she was sleeping with other men? Once they’d gone exclusive, that was it for her. Usually her Multan was all the variety she needed, and Benni was a woman of her word. So if he felt like wearing his new favorite face tonight, that was fine. She just didn’t understand the sudden change—or lack thereof.
“Is this your real face?” It suddenly occurred to her that maybe that’s why he liked it.
“Real face?”
“The one you were born with,” she said. “I know you Multans can change your outward features from birth, but you must pop out wearing a first look. Is this the grown-up version of how you looked when you were born?”
He let her enter the apartment first and followed her in. “It doesn’t exactly work like that. Multan babies are born with slack features until they build up enough muscle control to arrange and rearrange their appearance. So we never do have a particular face. As for skin tone, we mimic whatever coloring our mother happens to be wearing when we come out of her.”
“Really?” That was interesting. “So what skin tone was your mother wearing?”
Taking her hand, he shot her a small smile before leading her upstairs. “She wouldn’t say. Actually, most parents won’t. On Multa, nobody gives it any thought since we all change constantly, and the physical traits other races use to identify people aren’t important to us. Off the home planet, the majority of Multan parents don’t want to tell their kid what color they started out. They don’t want their child identifying with one particular race or way of being.”
Leading her over to his bed, he pulled her close and nuzzled her neck.
“So you see,” he added while he unsealed her dress. “All my faces belong to me. I’m all you get.”
“You’re what I want.” She was surprised he hadn’t figured that out by now.
With her hands trapped between them, Benni began undoing his shirt and was rewarded with his hot skin beneath her palms. Lowering her head, she tongued one of his flat nipples, which was currently an enticing cocoa color. Rewarded by the groan that rumbled out of his broad chest, she smiled as she tasted a hint of salt from their sweaty exertions in the car.
Cool air kissed her back and bare buttocks seconds after her dress hit the floor. The pressure eased between her breasts, and she realized he’d also popped open her bra. He took the undergarment with him as he stepped back to look at her.
“Like candy.” He reached out to circle each areola with a fingertip.
Even that light touch had her nipples pebbling harder, causing gooseflesh to prickle all over her body. Fresh nectar gushed from between her legs, bathing her swollen folds and the insides of her thighs. She started to reach for her necklace to take it off, but he stopped her.
“Leave the jewelry. I like it.”
A shiver ran down her spine at his eager tone. Giving him what he wanted, she left her necklace and armbands in place while she slipped out of her shoes. Her jewelry was now the only thing she was wearing. Closing the distance between them, she snagged him by the waistband of his pants.
“Come out and play,” she said.
With one deft move of her fingers, she had his erection jutting free of his pants, as long and thick as she’d ever seen it. Following the fabric down, she pushed his pants to the floor and helped him out of his shoes and socks. She made sure to blow hot air over his shaft on her way back up, but she never quite touched his cock. Pushing his jacket off his shoulders, she had to loosen his tie before she could shove his shirt off. She didn’t discard the tie, though. Instead, she left it around his neck and used it like a leash to lead him to the foot of the bed. The slick fabric slid out of her fingers when she sat down
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