Alien Sex 101 (2 page)

“Lift.” She punctuated the order with a gentle tap on his hip.

Uncertain, he slowly raised his pelvis so that she could slip the fluffy towel beneath his buttocks. Quinn tried to stifle his disappointment when his mind fixed on the possible reasons for it. Either she was worried he’d spend too soon and wanted something to catch the mess, or else she planned to work him with her mouth but didn’t want to finish him that way. Some women didn’t. Personally, he’d rather don a condom than be left out in the cold at his most vulnerable. He was about to tell her so when her mouth descended on him and his mind went blank.

Xindra’s lips were taut, while her tongue was strong and flexible. The combination as she flicked the underside of the head and sucked his shaft wasn’t just clever; it was beyond brilliant. She was a master at this, and he was her slave. He’d do anything if she promised not to stop. The wet sounds, the shifting of the bed covers, the gasps and moans in his throat all built into a symphony while her scent mixed with his to form an intoxicating perfume. His blood hammered through his veins until both heads, high and low, felt like they’d burst. He couldn’t keep his hips still anymore. Quinn cried out a warning in a voice that was barely recognizable.

Just before the point of no return, she stopped and pulled away. The air hit his wet shaft like a cold slap, dragging him back from the brink even as it insinuated another layer of sensation. He was panting uncontrollably now, nearly shaking with his need for her. When she slid up his body for a kiss, he tried to roll her beneath him. To his surprise, she resisted.

“It’s better if I’m on top this time,” she told him. “This is your first time with an Allurian.”

He hesitated only a moment before nodding and falling flat on his back again. Whatever she wanted. If it meant lying on broken glass, he didn’t care, so long as she took him and took him now. He was practically ready to cry by the time she swung her leg over him and straddled his hips.

“Just try to relax.” She lightly raked his chest with her devilish little nails. “I’ll take it slow and gentle.”

He returned a jerky nod.

In the next instant, her hand circled him and propped him in place. She adjusted her hips so that her hot opening kissed the tip of his erection and then slowly began to swallow it.

Quinn audibly gulped, and his body broke out in a sweat. She was right. All he needed to do was relax and breathe through the pleasure long enough for her to catch up with him. Judging by how wet she was, that wouldn’t take long, but he’d damn well better succeed for more than two strokes. He wasn’t an untried teenager, for gods’ sakes.

“That’s right,” she said. “It’s going to be so good, baby. You’re so ready for me. It’ll only hurt for a minute, and then you’ll forget all about the pain.”

What? He wasn’t following. The vision of her on top of him made his head spin, and her breasts fit perfectly in his hands, the tight nipples rubbing his palms. Her sheath felt like molten syrup. She was incredibly tight and choking his cock more fiercely by the second.

“Baby,” he grunted, “watch the nails.”

She was squeezing him too tightly now, and one of her fingernails bit into his shaft in a particularly sensitive spot. He grimaced as his foreskin snagged on something and tugged back hard. But that didn’t make sense. He was inside her where everything was smooth and wet. Except her sheath wasn’t—smooth that is.

“What the…?” He realized she was running both of her hot little hands over his chest and arms, which meant he wasn’t feeling her fingernail. So if not that, then what?

“It’s all right,” she reassured him, leaning over for a kiss. “This is what happens the first time. You’re doing great. I just need you to take a deep breath for me.”

Quinn felt himself scowling now—a combination of sexual grimace and dawning fear. His balls were hard with unfulfilled need. Every instinct he had screamed for him to thrust up hard and finally take her, but the growing discomfort niggled at him.

“Xindra?” he asked uncertainly.

She cupped his cheek in one tender palm. “Look at me.”

He was immediately lost in her lavender eyes.

“Just take a nice deep breath,” she said.

Trusting her, he did, but he couldn’t stop trembling with need. He raised both hands, and she linked her fingers with his.

“I love you,” she told him, and her heart was in her eyes.

“I love you too.”

That’s when she thrust sharply down on him, snipping off his foreskin and causing his shocked bellow of pain.

*

It took all the strength Xindra had to hold herself still and keep Quinn from throwing her off while he tensed and struggled beneath her. Only the knowledge that he was hurting kept her motionless when all she really wanted to do was thrust up and down until her desire was sated. Although she was only seated on him three-fourths of the way, he was fighting to pull out and away from the searing pain. If she let him quit now, he’d never learn of the pleasure.

She tried to soothe him. “It’s okay now. That was it. The worst is over. Just breathe and relax.”

Her internal lubrication should already be coating him, and some of the enzymes would act as a partial analgesic and help him clot.

Tears dribbled out of the corners of his eyes, and his body remained rigid, but he stopped thrashing. His jaw was so tight she thought he’d pulverize his teeth. An unintelligible string of obscenities followed.

Xindra would have stroked his face if she could have, but he still held her hands so hard he was crushing her knuckles. He needed to relax. Although the pain would stay raw, pleasure could overwhelm it.

“It’s all right. Never again, baby. It can feel good now.” She hoped he believed her; she needed to ride him so badly.

“It hurts,” he insisted on a groan.

She’d tried to tell him it would, but clearly he hadn’t understood. If she’d known he’d never slept with an Allurian woman before and had never had his virgin skin removed, she would have handled this differently. With all the females he’d slept with here in Trilanta, how was she to know he’d never lost it? Her heart broke to know she’d hurt him this badly, but there was no going back. Besides, she’d never slept with a virgin before, so this was a first for her too.

“Feel me, Quinn,” she said softly.

She jiggled one entangled hand until he loosened his grip enough for her to pull free. Engulfing the back of his fist, she brought his fingers to where they were partially joined. He moaned at a different pitch when he felt his shaft disappearing into her body. The circle of muscle at the opening to her vagina was hard and tight, ensuring that his erection couldn’t dwindle despite his conflicted mind.

“Feel me. I’m not all the way on yet.”

Although he groaned long and low like a dying animal, she felt his cock twitch inside her. Taking it slowly, she started to sink down on him the rest of the way. The pleasure for her was immediate and intense, causing her to gasp aloud even as she tried to keep her mind centered on him. He was tensed and panting again, but he didn’t fight her. His penis was long and thick, which was great for her, but not so much for him.

Due to its size, the tender flesh of his shaft was being crushed mercilessly by the hard pressure ridges and bony fingers along the inside of her Allurian sheath. In time, once he was used to it, that same squeezing force would bring him great delight, but for now it made it harder for him to accept her. One of those fingers had peeled back and eliminated a large portion of his foreskin. Settling down on him all the way, she knew the moment he felt the second biggest projection. The hard nub knocked against the hypersensitive underside of his glans.

His blue eyes flew wide. “Oh, gods!”

“You have to relax into it.” She pushed up and was already thrusting back down again before he could grab her hips.

But he wasn’t trying to stop her. An expression of rapture flashed across his face, and his tortured moan was clearly one of pleasure now, not pain.

Xindra set up a slow, gentle rhythm despite the lust riding her as hard as she wanted to ride him. He still winced a little on every down stroke, but he groaned in ecstasy every time that extra extension caressed his undercarriage. After a minute, he started to thrust.

Ah gods, it was good. Feeling her love for him, realizing this was her husband she was making love to, was enough to drive her crazy. And to know she was the first woman to truly take him like this? She felt both humble and powerful.

Tipping forward, Xindra lowered her breasts to his chest and used her free arm to give her leverage. With a primal cry, she began to rock on him.
Hard.
Her cries melded with his as her insides wound tightly like a burning spring waiting for release. To her surprise, Quinn stayed with her, pounding upwards even as he was caught in limbo between pleasure and agony.

There was that moment of suspense when doubt crept in: would climax ever come, or would it just build higher and higher until the torturous rapture destroyed them? Then he punched his head back into the pillow and screamed before his body humped up in pleasure. Xindra only had a moment to savor the look of hard-won bliss on her husband’s face before her vaginal muscles started to spasm. She convulsed unbelievably hard, contracting rhythmically until she clamped down so tightly she heard Quinn holler again. The hard, hot length of him had her pounding in orgasm until she draped limply across him.

They both puffed and gasped like low-atmosphere dockworkers.

It took Xindra several minutes to realize Quinn was shaking. Although she disengaged their genitals as delicately as possible, he still hissed.

“Are you okay?” She nearly winced herself when she looked down and saw the blood coating his softening shaft.

“I think so,” he answered, sounding dazed.

“Hang on.” Moving to the bathroom, she cleaned herself quickly and grabbed a wet washcloth and a basic aid kit.

He hadn’t moved a muscle in the brief time she was gone.

“Here we go.” Gently lifting his injured member, she ran a standard palm healer over it until the intimate wound closed up and disappeared from sight.

Quinn let out a sigh of relief, but he still didn’t move as she carefully wiped him with the wet cloth to clean and soothe him. What was he thinking? Had it been too much for him? Touching him like this, she was already starting to stir once more, but she didn’t want to push it. Back in the old days, virgin men going to stud with a new Allurian wife were told to do their husbandly “duty.” She certainly didn’t want her husband seeing their relations as some kind of chore. Although it would take some time for him to grow accustomed to sex with an Allurian, she knew it would never hurt him again. She just had to convince him of that.

Lying down so that she could throw her arms around him, she rubbed his sternum lightly to comfort him. “Talk to me. I know the first time can be scary and painful, but it will get better. I promise.”

“I’m just not…” He trailed off before he could finish, which was when she realized just how lost he really was. “You’re different inside than New Earthling women.”

She was relieved he was finally speaking. “Physically, yes. Allurian females aren’t smooth and soft inside like New Earthlings. I’m fortunate to have some New Earthling friends in Trilanta, or else I wouldn’t have known that. I take it no one ever explained those facts of life to you?”

He almost grinned, which helped loosen the tight knot around her heart. “It never came up. I wish to hell someone had warned me. I feel like an ignorant—”

“Virgin?”

This time he did smile, albeit crookedly.

“I’m sorry,” she said, and she meant it. “With all the alien races living here and traveling through every year, you’d think we’d learn to communicate better. We have so many similarities, but the differences are what cause misunderstandings. You and I should have probably had the sex talk before the wedding.”

He grunted. “I would have told you we didn’t need to talk about it. I was already thinking about it every second of every day.”

Xindra chuckled and slid her hand from his chest to his cheek as she kissed him. He kissed her back deeply, making her grow damp again. They were smiling against each other’s lips when they came up for air.

“Why don’t we have that little talk now?” she suggested.

He cocked an eyebrow at her, but he didn’t protest.

Gently grasping his hand, she rolled to her back and moved his fingers until he was cupping her breast. Her nipple thrust up into the warmth of his palm, and the sheets whispered softly when Quinn shifted his hips. His clear blue eyes stared at her with renewed hunger as he flexed his fingers in a light massage. She hummed in approval.

“Do my breasts feel the same as a New Earthling woman’s?” she asked.

He shifted his hand in a circular motion. “Yes, but no New Earthling breast ever felt so good.”

She smiled at that. “Do my breasts taste like a New Earthling woman’s?”

With a wicked smile, he obliged her by taking her into his mouth. The moist heat made her squirm in pleasure, but he only rasped her once with his tongue before pulling back.

“Yes,” he answered, “but I’ve never enjoyed the taste of another woman the way I enjoy you.”

Feeling dreamily aroused, Xindra pushed his hand down the length of her torso until he reached the triangle of down between her legs. Spreading her knees, she pressed his palm against the soft pink folds that were already blooming for him.

“Do I feel the same here as a New Earthling woman?”

Quinn ran one broad, rough finger between her dewy petals with torturous slowness. She tilted her hips and whimpered when he touched the little button near the top of her slit.

“You’re formed the same,” he said, “but no other woman has ever felt so tempting.”

Finally she took his finger and tried to press it inside. He hesitated and glanced up to meet her gaze.

“I’m different inside. Not like a New Earthling woman.” She waited, hardly daring to breathe.

A flicker of doubt crossed his usually confident face, but it was gone before it truly took hold. Then she saw what she’d been hoping for—a hard flare of lust mixed with no small amount of curiosity. She gasped in relief and pleasure as he finally pushed that blunt finger into her. Although he was only trying to explore, not arouse her, the twists and turns and thrusts of his finger had her melting around him. She couldn’t wait to have his erection seated inside her again. Judging by the way it was now prodding her hip, he was seriously considering it too.