Page 25 of So I Married an Alien
“That won’t be your life again,” I assure him.“You’re with me now, and we’ll always have food to eat.You can always depend on me.”
This time, his voice is quieter.“Thank you, Amara.”
“You don’t have to thank me.It’s my job as your wife.”I still like how that word tastes.“I’ll always be here for you.”
We fall into a companionable silence again as we wait for the bus.They come far more infrequently this late at night, and I’m glad that, for once, I’m not waiting alone.
“I saw lots of people doing thekissing,” Roth’kar suddenly says.He tilts his head to look down at me.“On Earth, this is how you show someone you like them?”
“It’s one way.There are lots of ways.”I turn so I’m facing him on the bench.“We could find other ways if you don’t like that one.”
“But it’s a wayyoulike.”It’s not a question.
I’m just drunk enough that I say, “Yeah.I really like it.”Maybe my dry spell has lasted more than half a decade now, but I still remember how exciting and intoxicating it was to just make out against a wall, rubbing bodies together, building up the tension for what might happen later?—
Roth’kar leans down so our faces are even closer together.I lick my lips, moistening them, wondering if he’s going to do what I’m hoping he’s going to do.
His blue eyes still wide open, my alien places his lips on mine.
ChapterTen
Roth’kar
I haveno idea what I’m doing, unfortunately, but the alcohol has made me bold enough to attempt it.My mouth is on hers, and nothing is happening while I stare at her and she stares back at me.It’s not as repulsive as I expected, but nothing pleasurable, either.
Suddenly, Amara giggles against my mouth.
“Close your eyes,” she whispers, sliding closer to me on the bench.Our mouths are still mostly touching.
Obediently, I close my eyes.Then Amara’s lips travel over mine, as if she’s exploring me, and I try not to move so she can complete her circuit.
She laughs again.“Roth’kar.A kiss is a two-way street.”I don’t know what she means by this, but I get the sense she wants me to reciprocate in some way.So I imitate her motion, trying to get a sense of the shape of her mouth using mine.Her lips are giving, molding around me, pressing back occasionally before letting me continue.
I sense that this is a sort of dance, too, but an intimate kind.Amara grows bolder, this time sucking my lower lip in between hers, and my body unexpectedly jolts.That felt… good.Strangely good.
Amara lets out ahmmsound, then repeats the motion with my upper lip.I have never considered my mouth to be an erogenous zone, but my culans lift, fueled by our act.
Then her tongue comes out.It licks briefly along my lip, surprising me, but I’m careful not to pull away.
I did not realize our tongues would be involved with this, too.That was not in the image the translator provided me.
The swipe of that wet appendage a second time makes my culans engorge even further, and I shove my hand down against them to keep them from sprouting upright.Immediately I imagine Amara running that tongue over their sensitive ridges the way she’s doing with my lips, and my mouth parts, my own tongue responding.
“Mmm,” Amara says against me as we meet in the middle.
I didn’t intend to do it, but she instantly melts against me, her lips sinking deeper into mine.Now the tips of our tongues are greeting, twining as we remain fully joined.When I thrust my tongue into her mouth, I expect a reproach, but instead Amara moans in a way that’s distinctly erotic.Her hand tangles in my hair as she pulls me even closer, and I tumble into thiskissing.
I think I understand it now.It is a dance, yes, but also a tease.It is intimacy and touch, it is closeness and affection, just as much as it is a hint at lust.It is so many things, and gross is not even at the top of my list.
Finally, I find myself struggling for breath, so I pull away.Amara is staring at me with huge, dark eyes, her lips parted as she also tries to bring in air.
That is when the bus rumbles along.Unsteadily I get to my feet, then help Amara up, too.She presents the driver with our tickets, and we stumble to the back as the bus starts moving again.
“Wow,” she says into my ear as I sit next to her.“You’re good at that.”
I’m shocked, given it was my first time.
“Did you like it?”I ask, finding that I want even more of her praise, to know if I pleased her and met her expectations.
