“Oh.” He pursed his lips. “I didn’t realize your society hadn’t yet developed screening machines to avoid such issues.”
“If it helps, my last test came up all negative, and I haven’t been with anyone since, so I’m good to go.”
“In that case, how should we proceed?”
“Get undressed,” Colette ordered as she retreated a single step and began removing her clothes.
Demanding, but Jaspar was used to obeying orders. He dropped his pants, and no surprise, his cock stood tall and ready. It thickened as he got to gaze upon her naked body in person and not on a screen.
Her bountiful breasts hung in heavy handfuls. Her waist indented nicely over flaring hips. A very narrow strip of hair between her legs had his mouth watering.
She padded toward him, hips swaying, and he clenched his fists, as he wanted nothing more than to grab hold of her and sink his cock deep. But he had to be careful. Gentle. Show her that his kind weren’t savages.
She placed her hands on his waist and drew him against her, skin to skin. “Let’s see how well you kiss.”
He had no time to admit he’d never actually done the lip-touching thing before. She obviously had. She claimed his mouth, and it brought his body to life. The intense reaction shocked a moan from him.
She chuckled softly. “Someone likes that,” she said before sucking on his lower lip.
Cautiously, he brought his arms around her, unsure what she liked, what she expected, his hands stroking the soft and smooth skin of her back.
She hummed. “Mmm. Feel free to touch me anywhere.”
The invitation had him skimming lower to palm her buttocks. A full handful that he squeezed. She tugged his lower lip with her teeth.
“So far, so good. Let’s see what else you’ve got.” She shoved his chest, pushing him in the direction of a long divan. Grasping her intent, he sat down, and she straddled his lap, trapping his cock between their bodies.
She resumed kissing him, teasing his lips apart and insinuating her tongue, a surprising gesture that froze him for a moment. Only a moment, though, as the slithery strokes soon had him tasting her right back. Her hand slid between their bodies, and she grabbed hold of his cock. She squeezed and stroked, and he might have embarrassed himself by spilling on her if she hadn’t stopped and leaned back.
“Your turn to show me what you’ve got.”
His eyes struggled to focus, and when they did, her breasts stared at him. Tempted him.
“Like what you see?”
“Your breasts are beautiful,” he admitted in a low murmur.
“Beautiful enough to kiss? Suck?”
“You want me to touch them?” At her nod, he leaned forward and latched onto a nipple, tugging it with his lips.
Colette moaned, a noise repeated when he cupped her globes and squeezed them together. While he might not be as experienced as others, he had watched his share of erotica and knew what to do. He ran his tongue over her nipples, licking back and forth, teasing them, fascinated by how they went from soft to hard puckered nubs.
He must have been doing it right because she kept making noises as she gyrated against him, her moist cleft proving her arousal.
When she pulled away, he almost forgot himself and dragged her back. Then, forgot to breathe as she pressed her lips to his torso. She slid from his lap and kissed her way down his body, nipping his skin. His cock twitched as she reached it, and his hips jerked involuntarily when she wrapped a hand around him.
“I don’t know if you and Cade are the norm or the exception, but damn,” she whispered, her tone and expression admiring. She stroked his shaft, hand sliding up and down, which had him leaning his head back with a sigh of pleasure. He almost knocked her loose, though, when her tongue swiped over the swollen tip.
Surely she wouldn’t?—
She did. Her mouth opened wide and swallowed his shaft. Jaspar twitched and tensed at the pleasure, trying to hold on so he didn’t embarrass himself, but when she added suction…
He couldn’t hold on.
6
Jaspar came, and Colette—usually a spitter—actually swallowed because, for once, the hot spurt in her mouth didn’t have a bitter or salty tang but rather more of a sweetness that she actually didn’t mind. A trait among blue aliens? Just Jaspar? She might have a go with Cade to be sure.
