Total pages in book: 159
Estimated words: 144433 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 722(@200wpm)___ 578(@250wpm)___ 481(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 144433 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 722(@200wpm)___ 578(@250wpm)___ 481(@300wpm)
Maeve jerks her gaze up to mine, and her cheeks grow pink. "I wasn't checking you out."
"Yes, you were. I am not blind."
"Just arrogant," she mutters. "Fine. I was seeing what I'm signing myself up for."
At least she admits it. And because she does, my cock rises in appreciation, swelling. "My cock is of a good size, but I am also quite skilled with my hands and mouth. You need have no fears in regards to that."
One brow goes up and she stares at me. "You sure do sound confident."
"I am." I stare back.
"Slept with a lot of human women, have you?"
"None." I am not deterred, though. One of the first things I was taught as a young male was that any partner can be pleasured, no matter their body. It is simply finding the erogenous zones and playing them like a master musician. I am confident I can make Maeve feel pleasure. A great deal of pleasure.
She's the first one to break from our stare-off. "Okay, well, now you're making me rattled with that confidence. It's been a long time since I've had sex, and I've never had sex with an alien."
"I will not hold this against you."
Maeve laughs, the sound barking and ridiculous. "Thanks, I think."
"Look, it is bound to be somewhat awkward between us the first time. It is to be expected. There is no shame in this. We simply must discover what makes the other person climax, and what they enjoy. I will be sure to be vocal about my pleasure so you can learn what I like." I give her a gentle, encouraging smile. "I strive to be an efficient partner."
"An efficient partner," Maeve repeats, and then blinks rapidly as if to clear her head. "Wow. Okay, yeah. I don't know why that's jarring to hear but thank you, I think? I'll also do my best to be an efficient partner. So...after dinner?"
"After dinner what?" I am not following her leaps of logic. Granted, most of the blood in my body is now flowing directly toward my ever-hardening cock...
"After dinner we have sex?"
Ah. "What is wrong with now?" I gesture down at my body. "I am freshly cleaned and erect. It seems as good a time as any to service each other's needs."
Maeve's eyes go wide. She blinks at me and her mouth falls open, wordless. "I...I think I need after dinner. To mentally prepare myself."
Perhaps it's a human thing. "Very well." I take the towel from her and start to rub it over my shortened fur. While I do hate the look of it, I can't deny that it's much easier to keep tangle-free. "I will groom myself and then work on updating your comm unit until after dinner, if that's acceptable."
She bobs her head. "Great, that's great. I...I need to go." She gestures at the door behind her. "Like, out. Not out out, just to get some fresh air. Clear my head. Things like that."
And then Maeve all but races out of the lavatory.
I bite back a chuckle of amusement. Was she expecting me to be shy and reticent about sex? It is a need, much the same as any other, and I am keen on fulfilling this need with her. Instead of looking up how to update her comm unit, however, I think I might look for a tutorial on pleasuring humans. That seems like a far more effective way to spend the next few hours.
I cannot wait for tonight.
CHAPTER
FIFTY-FOUR
MAEVE
The realization that I'm having planned, casual sex with Zhur has me completely and utterly rattled.
TONIGHT. It's happening tonight.
My anxiety is off the charts. I can't focus on anything this afternoon. I wander from the kitchen to the barn and back to the kitchen again. Zhur is in the living area fiddling with the comm unit, so I stay far away from it. I should review my seed catalog for the upcoming season and the reports on soil nutrients so I can best determine what crops to grow, but my brain isn't on farming today. It's focused on alien dick.
I did say I wanted to live a little, didn't I? Yet now that I'm going to do just that, I'm a nervous wreck. Good lord, I'm a mess.
The afternoon crawls past, and when it's finally time for the evening meal, I toss the ingredients for a casserole into a dish and shove it in the oven and then head for the bathroom so I can shower. I scrub everything and lift an arm to wince at the downy hair growing under there. It feels so strangely wrong to not shave for a date.
Then again, this isn't quite a date, is it? Maybe I need to keep thinking of this as a non-date. I should think of it like a service rendered. Like getting a massage or a haircut. But because I'm me, I'm going to obsess over every detail. When I get out of the bathroom and head to the bedroom, I stop again. Do I put on something sexy to wear for the evening? Or should I wear my regular clothes and change into something sexy after dinner? Or do I skip sexy entirely?