Page 33 of Adrift!
It had been a while since she’d done anything like this. Well, technically, she’dneverhad sex with an alien. But suddenly, just getting naked with someone else felt strangely outlandish.
He must’ve sensed her hesitation, because he too paused. “Remy. You don’t have to act brave with me. This is a first time for both of us.”
Her fingers tightened on the belt. “I just don’t want to mess it up.”
“You mean with something like a hijacking or a silage flush or—”
She laughed. “When you put it like that…”
“Not me,” he protested. “The universe put it like that.”
A reminder that failure was always an option.
But when she loosened the tie, the robe whispering down her spine felt like a soothing caress even as her skin tingled with keen expectation.
His harsh, discordant breath and a choked oath in a language she didn’t know was exactly what she wanted to hear.
Hands fisted at his sides, he stared at her hungrily. “Beyond beautiful. When I even think of touching you, every part of me lights up.”
No song and dance, no dramatic lighting, makeup washed away, hair in damp draggles around her shoulders, after days of all her fears on display, and she’d never felt more desired.
“Winning that free ticket was seeming like a curse,” she confessed. “But now… If everything’s entangled, I want to becaught with you. I want you to take me to that big bed and touch me everywhere.”
Without another word, he took a long step forward and swept her up into his arms.
She’d known he was strong—they’d moved a couch together, after all—but to feel it… Yeah, she liked that.
But he laid her down on the yielding bed with infinite gentleness, as if she were precious. Though she liked that too, she wasn’t breakable. So she hooked a heel behind his hips and brought him down atop her.
As they stared at each other across that intimate distance, his slow, dimpled smirk was purely human male. He snuggled his hips against hers. “How much touching?”
She smirked back. “All of it.” Reaching down to cup his backside, she rocked him side to side to get both legs around him. “When I signed with the IDA, I got all my inoculations and lectures and whatnot.”
“Me too. All I need to know now is what you love.” His voice dropped lower. “Show me.”
Another kiss. Another caress. Matching her quickening pulse, his cybernetic lights throbbed—almost as hot as his erection nudging her.
Oh, definitely compatible, if obviously extraterrestrial with a slightly different bulge and kink—
She gasped as he rocked against her sensitized mound to slide down her body, his mouth tracing a slick, searing path across her skin. With no words, only moans and shivers, she showed him how to play her.
And he listened like she was his favorite song.
With a graze of his teeth, he brought one aching nipple to attention while he toyed with a curl of her pubic hair, raising an ache in her swelling clit. Even after winning the IDA cruise ticket, she hadn’t bothered with anything fancy down there sinceshe’d figured ETs wouldn’t have expectations. Now she still didn’t care because Ikaryo left her no doubt how he felt.
His groan of enjoyment as he finally centered his mouth between her legs was a vindication. And when her hips arched up helplessly, he wedged his strong biomech arm under her ass to hold her there, half suspended and all awash in a burgeoning magical concoction of sensations. The heat of his hands and his lips seemed to brand her here and there and everywhere, as if he’d mark her with the invisible tattoos of her first carnal journey to the stars.
As he refined his technique on her—mixing pressure and friction, suction and tempo— mounting pleasure reverberated along her nerve endings, crashing over her in ever larger waves. She skimmed one hand over his head, holding him closer as the deep, silent chords of an orgasm began to swirl through her. When she thrashed her head, comets flared behind her closed eyelids…
She looked down between her legs to find him watching her, silver half-moons alight.
When she reached down to stroke his cheek, he turned his head to kiss her palm, his chin wet with her juice. “C’mere,” she purred.
“You first.”
Anchoring her fingers in his hair, she tugged lightly. “Together?”
He didn’t make her ask again.
