Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 51003 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 255(@200wpm)___ 204(@250wpm)___ 170(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 51003 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 255(@200wpm)___ 204(@250wpm)___ 170(@300wpm)
It was much easier to disappoint guys I wasn’t interested in and were taken.
“I am pleased you have already learned that about my species.” Tentacles jerked before he sighed. “I must now ask if I may touch you before I forget the importance of that question. Your arousal is distracting, but humans separate arousal and touch.”
Just because I wanted him doesn’t mean he could touch me.
Yep.
Was that something I should apologize for?
“I…” Maybe not? “Yes, you may touch me casually and in ways that won’t get us in trouble with other humans. Like…like culturally or with the police.”
Had that been enough information?
“And just watching your limbs move is kind of arousing so that’s not going away anytime soon.” Oops. Sounded like a fetish. “Um, it’s like a human Dom having really good hands and arms and it’s making me think…things.”
I wasn’t sure if that was any better but it made him smile.
“We are well-matched, my human. I will enjoy touching your body and discovering the ways you enjoy pain and submission.” As my brain stumbled on the pain part, he slowly stroked my head as a larger tentacle wrapped its way around my waist. “I have witnessed humans making pleasure sounds and I am eager to discover what noises you will produce.”
Okay, there was a weirdness to it that couldn’t be overlooked…but it was really hot too.
He wanted to make me scream out my orgasm.
Aliens were awesome.
And aliens needed lots of explanations.
“Once we’ve gotten to know each other a bit more and I know what you want and that we’re compatible, then you can touch me more personally.” Was that clear enough? No. “Sexually, I mean.”
I was going to have to be really specific if I wanted an orgasm at the end of the night.
But Santa did his happy wiggle thing and the limb that was stroking my head shifted to gently stroke around my ear.
Wow.
There was no way he could’ve missed the shiver that raced through me or what his touch did one place in particular, and his pleased grin was slightly predatory. “Your pleasure is rewarding, my human.”
He liked it when I got turned on?
Did it do something to him?
I knew we didn’t have sex the same way, but I’d heard Nano mention something about procreation and recreation being two separate things. That seemed to agree with what I could find on the internet about them thinking making humans come was fun, but I wasn’t sure about the rest.
It really should be more socially acceptable to ask about someone’s views on orgasms.
“I’m glad you like it.” That was all I could think of to say without sounding weird, but it made him happy and I got another pat on the head.
“We shall commence with our date to facilitate communication. Do you have any illnesses or allergies I should be aware of? I must know food-based information as well as any that may impact sexual play.” When my brain kind of stopped again, his expression shifted to something stern and sexy. “The human reluctance to talk about private issues may not interfere in this situation. It is important for caretaking. Humans are fragile.”
Well, he wasn’t wrong, but admitting that a startling amount of our plants could kill us and even stuff that was technically safe would still kill a huge portion of us sounded ridiculous.
“Thank you for worrying about me.” Ha. Got that right and he’d started to relax again. “I don’t have any food allergies and I only have a mild reaction to seasonal pollen early in the summer. So this time of year there is nothing to worry about.”
He was going to hate seeing me sneeze in the summer, though.
“Your planet is…curious.” He made that sound like he wanted to say stupid but was too polite.
“Yeah.” I wasn’t going to argue with him, though. “But it’s a small thing to worry about in the scheme of things. I grew up with a kid who had some crazy allergies. I just sneeze in the summer.”
It definitely could’ve been worse.
Santa didn’t seem like he was willing to admit that, though.
“I will admit to being glad your body weaknesses are not life-threatening.” Shaking his head, Santa’s limb around my waist moved me and herded me out the door. “Your people put added gluten to a startling number of foods.”
Oh.
“And peanuts and eggs and—”
Santa looked like he could’ve kept going, so I saved us both and interrupted him. “Is there anything you shouldn’t eat?”
I managed not to call him Santa, but it was way too close for comfort. “And I forgot to ask your name.”
I wasn’t going to feel bad about that either because he was super fucking distracting.
“Names. Yes. Human designations are fascinating.” Santa seemed to like the new conversation and it was more relaxing which made me happy. “I do not understand how human parents can identify personality characteristics at such a young age.”