light pettan like she wore, baring much of his skin to her touch. She ran her hands over his naked chest. He groaned with desire as she explored.
Each L’inar whorl of color rose into a light ridge as his desire mounted. They stretched across his scalp, down the back of his neck and shoulders, arms and torso, up his thighs and into the private areas shielded from her sight by the pettan.
“We aren’t built quite the same as humans. Close, but not quite.”
She traced the growing ridges of color on his chest with her fingertips. He shuddered. “Tracing someone’s L’inar is an invitation to sex and possibly to a serious commitment.”
“I want…I want you to treat me like an Inarrii, to comfort me like you would one of your people. I want…” She stopped as his lips met hers. He knew what she wanted.
Susan traced the lines curving down his back, followed them as they meandered beneath the loose pettan. She slid her fingers inside and cupped his ass. He kissed her again, slowly, his lips tracing hers in a tender path. In return she stroked the thin ridges of L’inar over his hipbones and was rewarded with feeling a level of satisfaction as they stiffened under her touch. She ran her blunt fingernails along their paths, drawing a low moan from deep inside his chest.
“Stop.” He groaned the word against her.
“Why? I know you like it.” She slid her hands into the soft material of the pettan, following the lines along his hips.
He groaned and grabbed at her hands, stilling them. “You are driving me crazy.” Hunger edged his mental voice.
“Good.”
He kissed her harder and slipped his fingers into her pettan, neatly sliding the garment down her hips. “Let me give you something else to think about.” He took her hand and lowered her down to the black sand beach. He kneeled back, crouching between her thighs. All thoughts of his ridges—his differences—slid away as he parted her. He lowered his head, his long blond hair caressing her thighs. His generous mouth nuzzled her, his warm breath teasing her until she whimpered for more.
Licking, then sucking, he explored her, found all the spots that made her body shudder under him. She ran her fingers through the long silken mass of his hair. Along his scalp she fingered the tiny ridges that ran under his hair and rubbed them as he brought her closer and closer to completion. She savored the moment, a surrender to a stranger whose alien body commanded hers in a way no one had since she had first entered the Starforce Marines, who made her forget everything but the moment. But as she climbed the final peak, she remembered that he wanted more from her than this moment; he wanted the truth.
With a moan Sue gave in, pushing away her doubts and shedding the final part of her that held back, toppling slowly over the edge into orgasm. She opened her eyes and arms to Asler, holding him as he stretched out in the black sand beside her.
“I want to taste you,” she whispered to him. Despite the soft sound of the nearby waves, the quiet of the place seemed unnatural, increasing the intensity of the moment.
He hesitated, holding his body away from hers. He grimaced. Had she done something wrong?
“I’m sorry,” she began.
“No, no.” He lowered himself onto the black sand beside her, leaning on one elbow and reached with his other hand to caress her cheek. “To follow the L’inar lines along the path of a man’s saiin, especially with your lips or tongue, is to court a permanent mating—marriage.”
“Oh!”
He pressed against her, the dark ridges along his skin so hot against her. So different, she thought as she leaned into his embrace. But as she looked into his eyes and read the passion there, she understood that despite their differences they were in many ways the same.
She ran her fingers over him again, lightly stroking the ridges that extended along his abdomen. His emerald eyes darkened as she reached for his cock.
She murmured in
Each L’inar whorl of color rose into a light ridge as his desire mounted. They stretched across his scalp, down the back of his neck and shoulders, arms and torso, up his thighs and into the private areas shielded from her sight by the pettan.
“We aren’t built quite the same as humans. Close, but not quite.”
She traced the growing ridges of color on his chest with her fingertips. He shuddered. “Tracing someone’s L’inar is an invitation to sex and possibly to a serious commitment.”
“I want…I want you to treat me like an Inarrii, to comfort me like you would one of your people. I want…” She stopped as his lips met hers. He knew what she wanted.
Susan traced the lines curving down his back, followed them as they meandered beneath the loose pettan. She slid her fingers inside and cupped his ass. He kissed her again, slowly, his lips tracing hers in a tender path. In return she stroked the thin ridges of L’inar over his hipbones and was rewarded with feeling a level of satisfaction as they stiffened under her touch. She ran her blunt fingernails along their paths, drawing a low moan from deep inside his chest.
“Stop.” He groaned the word against her.
“Why? I know you like it.” She slid her hands into the soft material of the pettan, following the lines along his hips.
He groaned and grabbed at her hands, stilling them. “You are driving me crazy.” Hunger edged his mental voice.
“Good.”
He kissed her harder and slipped his fingers into her pettan, neatly sliding the garment down her hips. “Let me give you something else to think about.” He took her hand and lowered her down to the black sand beach. He kneeled back, crouching between her thighs. All thoughts of his ridges—his differences—slid away as he parted her. He lowered his head, his long blond hair caressing her thighs. His generous mouth nuzzled her, his warm breath teasing her until she whimpered for more.
Licking, then sucking, he explored her, found all the spots that made her body shudder under him. She ran her fingers through the long silken mass of his hair. Along his scalp she fingered the tiny ridges that ran under his hair and rubbed them as he brought her closer and closer to completion. She savored the moment, a surrender to a stranger whose alien body commanded hers in a way no one had since she had first entered the Starforce Marines, who made her forget everything but the moment. But as she climbed the final peak, she remembered that he wanted more from her than this moment; he wanted the truth.
With a moan Sue gave in, pushing away her doubts and shedding the final part of her that held back, toppling slowly over the edge into orgasm. She opened her eyes and arms to Asler, holding him as he stretched out in the black sand beside her.
“I want to taste you,” she whispered to him. Despite the soft sound of the nearby waves, the quiet of the place seemed unnatural, increasing the intensity of the moment.
He hesitated, holding his body away from hers. He grimaced. Had she done something wrong?
“I’m sorry,” she began.
“No, no.” He lowered himself onto the black sand beside her, leaning on one elbow and reached with his other hand to caress her cheek. “To follow the L’inar lines along the path of a man’s saiin, especially with your lips or tongue, is to court a permanent mating—marriage.”
“Oh!”
He pressed against her, the dark ridges along his skin so hot against her. So different, she thought as she leaned into his embrace. But as she looked into his eyes and read the passion there, she understood that despite their differences they were in many ways the same.
She ran her fingers over him again, lightly stroking the ridges that extended along his abdomen. His emerald eyes darkened as she reached for his cock.
She murmured in
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