She's utterly perfect. Alice is delicately made, and so slender that I can see her ribs when she breathes. Her breasts are nothing more than mere handfuls, tipped with pink nipples, and I can't wait to taste them. My mouth waters at the thought.
Alice arches her back, making her breasts shift, and then she hikes a leg over my waist and slides forward atop me.
And then stops. Her hand dances over my chest, right over my heart. "Does this feel bad? Should I get off you? Because of your lungs?"
I growl. I'm not thinking about my keffing lungs right now. All I'm thinking about is how much bare, perfect flesh is exposed to me and how I can't keffing touch it or Sterre's going to bite my fingers off. "It feels incredible. Don't you dare get off of me."
She rocks her hips over me as if all of my body is a cock and she's got to rub herself off. "I don't want to make you uncomfortable."
"Too late. My cock's been hard for days now." My gaze dips to those fascinating little breasts. Kef me, they're so delicate, just like the rest of her. "If you didn't want to make me uncomfortable, that ship sailed a long time ago, Sunshine."
Alice lets out a throaty laugh, delighted. "All right, I take it back. I do like making you a tiny bit uncomfortable."
Then, she leans over me and scrapes her nipples over my chest, and I nearly come in my trou.
Keffing tease. I love it.
"I have to admit," Alice purrs, clearly enjoying herself as she rubs those tight little tips across my chest. "It's great fun to torture you."
"I'm glad you're enjoying this," I manage. It's hard to concentrate, because she's such a beguiling picture, topless and sprawled atop me. "Because then you'll do it more often."
"Maybe if you're a good boy, I will." She leans back and rocks her backside against my cock, hard, and I suck in a breath. "It's lucky for you that I'm a giver."
I absolutely feel lucky. No male was ever luckier than me in this moment. And when she lifts her arms and slides her hands over her breasts as she rocks over me again, I thank every deity in the universe that we've been stranded on this planet together.
32
ALICE
There's nothing more intoxicating than watching Kaspar get turned on while I touch him. I trail my fingers up and down over his skin, rub my breasts against him, and I love the choked sounds he makes, the way he tries oh-so-desperately not to touch me back. I always thought that touching an alien would feel a bit like playing with fire, but touching Kaspar feels right. It feels perfect.
I feel safe, even as I drive him wild.
My hands move over his gorgeous blue skin, over the tattoos and plating, looking for scars or flaws. If they're there, I don't see them. All I see is how beautiful he is to look at. "It's really unfair for you to look this good," I whisper as I lean over his chest, pressing kisses to his shoulder even as I rub my tits against him.
"I have it on good authority that I taste even better." His voice is raspy with need.
I laugh, feeling confident and sexy. "Who's going around tasting you?"
"No one important." He gives me a hungry look. "Kef me, you're beautiful."
I feel like preening at his compliments. Back on Earth, I was passably cute. I'm not really built and my curves are mostly suggestions. I've never been a sexy goddess type, and being around utterly gorgeous Helen just reinforced that. She's not a dick about it—Helen doesn't have a dick bone in her body—but I couldn't help but feel a little weird about it, especially every time I saw how the alien guys reacted to the sight of her.
Kaspar always makes me feel seen, though, and not in a creepy way.
I graze a fingertip over one of his nipples. He's been shirtless since we got here, and I never thought I'd stare at a man so very much. "I'm sorry I pulled on your tail earlier. That wasn't fair of me."
The look he gives me is dazed. "Who keffing cares about my tail?"
"I do. And I want to make it up to you." I lean over and lick his nipple. He's surprisingly plated here, too, which I find odd and arousing. Hard nipples are just begging to be bitten, and I give in to the urge.
He gasps, and I get wet at the sound of it. "You're forgiven," he murmurs. "So forgiven."
I kiss his skin, pressing tiny little apologies across his flesh with my lips. "How attached are you to your pants?"
"Not in the slightest."
I shimmy a little farther down on him like a spider monkey, kissing his abdomen and moving along his thighs. I force them together so I have a place to sit, and as I do, he reaches between us and adjusts himself. The small movement draws my attention there, and I'm breathless at just how big he is. I knew he was big, of course. I've seen him whipping that thing out over and over again, but it always surprises me with just how well-equipped he is. I can't wait to put my mouth on him.