Page 37 of So I Married an Alien
“I raised my voice an appropriate amount.”
She snorts, and it’s adorable in its impropriety.“I wonder what it would take for you to raise your voice aninappropriateamount?”She tilts her head and scoots toward me so she can kiss my neck.It’s electrifying, sending a little bolt of pleasure right down my spine.
“I can imagine some activities.”
Maybe I’m feeling my two cocktails, too.
Amara giggles, kissing my ear this time.“Oh, I’m imagining them.”
I doubt she is imagining the truth, though.I learned from the Fact Sheet that the human version of my culans, the penis, is not similar in the least.What will Amara do when she’s greeted with them?Will they frighten her?
Perhaps she will decide not to go forward with intimacy—or our marriage—after all.
That thought is unpleasant, and I try not to marinate on it as we finally get on the bus.We hop off only a few stops later.After it rumbles away, Amara tries to lead me off the street, into one of the darker pathways between buildings, but I come to a halt.
“We aren’t supposed to leave the streetlights,” I tell her, pulling her back.She blinks at me.
“Well, it’s okay this time!It’s just a shortcut.We got off at the wrong stop.”
I look down the dark street and know that I can’t let Amara walk down that way.This is my one job.To keep her safe.
“Streetlights only,” I say, more firmly.“You told me those were the rules.”
Amara scoffs, but then she pauses when she can tell I’m quite serious.
“Okaaay, fine, we’ll just take the long way.”She resumes trudging along the lighted sidewalk, and I’m relieved, even though she mutters something aboutgoody-two-shoes alien.
We walk a good long way, and my head is clear again by the time we reach Amara’s familiar apartment building.She is much less pleased, though, and keeps complaining that her feet hurt.Her shoes are not practical at all, but I don’t mention this as we head inside.
In the apartment, Amara collapses on the couch.I lift her legs and sit down, setting them on my lap.Her feet are quite red in places, so I pick one up and rub it gently.
“Ooh.”Amara’s head falls back.“Oh yeah.”
I think she likes this, so I decide to give her foot a good rub all over, trying to soothe out the aches and pains.She lets out noises that are even more erotic than those she makes when we kiss, and my culans lift their heads, wondering if she’s ready for their services.
I gently push down on my crotch and adjust my jeans, then continue with her other foot.
“Damn, Roth’kar,” Amara says, her eyes fluttering closed.“That’s fucking great.”
When I’m finished, she lies there flat and happy, a smile on her face.I lean over her and kiss her, and coyly, she kisses me back.Soon, I’m lying atop her, her legs spread open around my hips.I don’t know quite how we got here, but I’m more than happy to kiss her more deeply, running my lower hands down to her thighs while my upper hands explore her ribcage.
I have been curious for quite some time about Amara’s singular pair of breasts, and so, in a tentative and exploratory fashion, I stroke down the side of one.Amara presses into me like she wants more, so I venture upward, encircling it with my hand.
My culans leap to attention at the sensation of her breast’s heavy weight in my palm.I run a finger up over the nipple, which is buried under fabric, and Amara’s arms wind around my neck.
“This is nice,” she says in my ear, “but I think it would be better if we had fewer clothes on.”
Oh,yes.I wholly agree with this sentiment.
Perhaps I ought to attend to my own, but my hands are thirsting for Amara.I examine the buttons on her blouse, eventually figuring out how they work and then plucking them open one by one.She allows me to do it, watching with interest until the shirt falls free of her shoulders, revealing yet more fabric underneath that holds her breasts in place.
They are larger than I expected, more voluptuous now that I see them without her clothes on.She reaches behind her back and fiddles with something, and then that fabric drops away, too.
Oh, is she beautiful, with two teardrop breasts and fat, brown areolas.My culans have fully swollen, clasping each other as I run two hands up her ribcage to those twin swells, getting a sense of them, the shape and size, the soft texture of the flesh and the darker skin of the nipple.I read in the Fact Sheet that much like Karthinians with breasts, these are also used to feed young—and behave as erogenous zones.
While still holding onto her hips, I flick a thumb over her nipple, and Amara responds with a gasp, so I do it on the other breast, too.She reaches out and drags my mouth down to hers as I touch her, so we can do the making out at the same time.
Growing bolder, I squeeze her nipples and then soothe them, rubbing them with my palms.But now I want to lick them the way I’m licking her mouth, so I do, stroking her cheek before I dive down to suck them.
