Page 62 of Citrine

"You… what did you do?"

He's stuttering. How delicious.

"Like I said, it's called a kiss."

I hear his clicks but can't decipher them, like he's mumbling to himself. I wait patiently, mostly because I'm amused. It's not everyday I can catch him off guard. I do wonder what would happen if we…

He stops muttering and gets his usual intense predator stare back. "I want more."

A zing of pleasure surges. "Open your mouth."

He cracks his mouth open really wide, just like if he planned to devour prey, and it sends a shiver down my spine that starts as fear, and then transitions to something else.

"Do you clean your teeth?" I ask, instantly killing the mood.

"Of course I do," he clicks out, annoyed with me again. "Do you?"

"Yes," I drawl, not sure that sticks quite count, but ever since I got here my mouth has stayed clean regardless of what I eat. "You don't need it open that much. That's good. Now follow the movement of my lips and tongue."

I decide to ignore the issue for now. I can always abort if he tastes like fish or Many Teeth.

Seeing him with his lips lightly parted and his eyes filled with anticipation makes my body throb with excitement.

I lean in again and brush my lips against him, my tongue darting out and rubbing along the edge of his thin layer of lip.

He responds, and it's clumsy, like kissing a virgin with sharp teeth, but still pleasant. He tastes a bit acidic, but in a nice sort of way.

"Again," he growls out.

I move my face closer, and this time he responds, scraping my tongue against his teeth as I struggle a bit against the rising amount of force he's using.

"Be gentle, Wroahk. It's not a fight."

He grunts but does exactly as I say.

We try again and this time, it's no longer distracting. There's no hint of a fishy taste I would've expected from an alien who feeds predominantly on aquatic animals, but it's more similar to the acidic taste you get from eating an unripe fruit.

Good thing I always liked sour candy.

I pull back and lick my lips, staring at him breathlessly.

Another tentacle wraps around me and pulls me closer, running along my body. His suckers cling to skin, one of them latching onto my breast, the thin fabric of the suit doing little to dampen the erotic pull.

His eyes are blank, his chest heaving.

I pull back, staring at him breathlessly. I didn't expect to feel this need spiraling within me. My body shivers as I wait, craving his soft exploration of my body.

"Wroahk, are you okay?"

My head is close to his chest, making his reply almost achingly loud.

"Strange… I feel very strange."

I laugh, laying against him. I don't know if aliens have the concept of virginity, but he's acting like a prepubescent boy who just kissed his crush. I'm honored to be a crush more than anything, but humanity's first exploration of an alien race can't be sexual in nature.

Can it?

His hand reaches down and pushes my face up to his, eyes swarming with desire. I grin, offering him the other half of the fruit, trying to put some space between us while I get my body under control.

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