Page 53 of The Alien Who Saved Christmas
“Proportional?” He helped her pull off his clothes.
“Big. All of you isbig. I knew you were, though. Don’t worry. Things are shaped a little different, but nothing we can’t work with.” She leaned closer to examine him with deep curiosity. “What’s this do? It looks swollen.”
He nearly laughed. “That is where the lubricant builds, when I am aroused. It flows before and during copulation to make the process smoother.”
“Oh.” She licked her lower lip. “That’s totally separate from your orgasm?”
“Yes. As I said it will be messy, especially since I am not finishing inside of you. You are very smooth and tiny. Your skin will be coated in me, when this is done.” He couldn’t wait to see it.
Sadie looked eager, too. “Um… Have you ever had a hand job before?”
“Just with robots.”
“Oh, I’m way better than a robot.”
The first touch of her palm had him momentarily blacking out. It felt like he was seeing the faces of the gods. He had no idea what language he was speaking, as he begged her not to stop. One of his hands tunneled through her thick hair, instinctively wanting her anchored to him. She needed to stay right where she was. Not that she was trying to escape, but he couldn’t stop himself.
“Receiving care is going to kill me.” He ground out, his jaw clenched.
“But what a way to go.” She made a contented sort of sound, watching her fingers kill and revive him with each stroke of her hand. “You’re already getting me wet. It feels nice, though.”
He was beyond words, so he didn’t even try to answer.
“This is going to geteverywhere.” She continued happily, and Xane could feel his essence coating her palm as she caressed him. Having it all over her hands was absolutely filthy. He craved more. “It feels cool and tingly. Hang on.” His eyes nearly crossed as she sucked some from her thumb, like a pornographic daydream. “I knew it! Xane, you taste like peppermint.”
She’d swallowed his essence!
His little human had no idea that was considered the height of erotic acts on Rtaharion. She smiled at him with cheerful innocence, her tongue lapping another drop from her fingers. Whatever peppermint was, he thankedevery singlegod (including the Christmas ones) that she enjoyed the flavor. It was the hottest fucking moment of Xane’s life.
“Lick more off of me.” He heard himself urge darkly.
Gray eyes met his, filled with mischief. “That’s not part of a hand job.”
He exhaled and tried to regain control. What was wrong with him? A good husband would not encourage his flawless, new bride to drink his essence. “You’re right. I’m sorry. It is wrong to request such a thing.”
“Wrong? Nothing we do together is wrong.”
“Not even robots will acquiesce to this act. It is considered,” he struggled for a word that might translate, “wicked?”
Her grin widened, like that was wonderful news. “Yeah?”
“Yes. I do not wish to offend you by…”
“Oh, I’m not offended.” She interrupted. “We can try oral, for sure. I love to be wicked. But you’re going to have to lickmelater on.”
Xane stared at her.
“Okay?”
“Yes!” He sputtered, unable to believe his good fortune. “I will do thatgladly.” One of his hands caught her by the shoulder, easing her down his body. “Please, Sadie. I will not last much longer.”
“I know.” She glanced up with a confident smirk. “That’s okay. You made me come embarrassingly fast, too. We like each other too much to hide it.”
The casual admission that she desired him as much as he desired her was nearly his undoing. Then, her tongue lapped the tip of him, and Xane was done for. His eyes rolled back in his skull. She sucked him deeper into her mouth, and two of his hands clenched in her hair. She swallowed against his girth, and he exploded.
“Sadie!Fuck.”
He felt himself coming endlessly. Like he had never come before. An eruption of pent-up need, released by his pretty little wife. Releasedonhis pretty little wife.
