Total pages in book: 142
Estimated words: 134725 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 674(@200wpm)___ 539(@250wpm)___ 449(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 134725 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 674(@200wpm)___ 539(@250wpm)___ 449(@300wpm)
Both of his hands were on my backside and then he was massaging my back, my shoulders, my arms. He was kissing my neck at the back, too, being so sweet I felt like I was melting into a gooey clump of feelings.
“Yes?”
“Your hands are magical,” I told him. “And your words. You’re very sweet. And that thing you just did? Omigod.”
“Your body is magical,” he whispered and kissed my lower back. I felt his chest against my back and saw his elbow plant into the bed beside my face as I felt my butt cheeks get gently spread apart.
“What are you doing back there?” I whispered, smiling into the blankets.
He nudged at my opening with his cock and slid inside.
“Oh! That’s what you’re doing.” Oh my gosh. My eyes rolled back.
“Getting back inside a very magical place,” he told me.
“Doggy style,” I whispered. “Lots of girls say this is their favorite position.”
He laughed. “That’s hilarious. Doggy? I’m surprised that isn’t considered insulting.”
“What do you guys call this position?”
“Bend her over and take her from behind? I don’t know; I never named it.”
I laughed.
He weaved his fingers with both of my hands on either side of my head and my giggle transformed to a gulp as he powered into me from behind. It felt absolutely incredible. His mouth was at the back of my neck, kissing me, nuzzling. And then without warning, he let go of my hands and grabbed both of my hips, hauling me up to my knees.
“Oh shit. Holy shit,” I cried out.
His hip thrust power increased and he kept moaning like it was the best feeling in the world. And the feel of his moans vibrating through me was definitely something I liked. One of his strong arms was hooked around my waist, then the other snaked around and he began to tweak my nipple.
I was panting. I was dizzy with the sensations as I heard the slapping of our skin together and felt the magic of another orgasm rip straight through me.
“What a way to pop a cherry,” I whispered a few minutes later, lying on him. He was on his back and I was sprawled on his chest, playing with his hair with my eyes closed.
“Pop a cherry?” he asked.
“Yup. You popped my cherry. Beautifully.”
“Strange expressions you Earth girls have.”
I laughed.
“Still hungry?” he asked.
“Starved,” I said and lifted my head, planting it on his chest and giving him a smile.
Zane’s expression went serious. “Something’s not right,” he said.
“Hm?” I leaned up and sucked on his extremely lickable bottom lip.
It was burning between my legs. I was definitely overusing my previously underused genitals.
“Your face is blotchy red. You’ve got a rash on your throat. And your chest, Tanya.”
“I feel fine.” More than fine. F-i-n-e fine.
“You need medical attention.” He put his hand to my face. “Fever.”
I leaned into his touch. “You give me fever…” I sang out, “When you touch me.” God. Was I drunk?
“Am I drunk on that love potion, Zane? The only thing I need is more of you. And maybe a cool bath. My flower is kind of burning. Let’s go make love in the bath.”
My arms were suddenly itchy, as was my chest. I raked my nails up and down my throat. “Ow. What’s going on?”
His eyes were wide. “Baby, I’m calling a doctor.”
“I think I just … just need you to do that thing with your tongue some more.” I reached up and stroked his chest. “In the shower with cool water on us. Or… in the pool. Is the pool still empty?”
He reached over and grabbed that other small tablet and held it over me. I grabbed his cock.
“You’re having a reaction to something you’ve eaten or drank.”
“I’m allergic to a bunch of things at home,” I told him. “I feel totally fine though. Get back here. Are we gonna do it in the shower?”
“Tanya, baby, I want more of you, too, but please stay still a second. I need to take your readings.”
I was on my back and holding his cock. I kept stroking it, staring at his abs as he leaned over me with that tablet in his hand.
I ran my hands up his abs and then kissed my way up.
“Shortcake. Stay still.”
“Zane. I need you again. It’s burning.” I started scratching at my chest. So flipping itchy.
It was burning down between my legs in both a good way and a bad way.
“Your gemstone is black,” he said, panic in his voice.
And then suddenly I didn’t feel fine. I felt a little woozy. And when I said, “I don’t think I feel fine” my words didn’t sound right.
I heard Zane’s voice, but it sounded far away. Why?
Everything went fuzzy for a second. And it sounded like he was speaking a different language. I put my hand to my ear. Was my translator broken? I was suddenly acutely aware of an intense burning sensation in my throat and chest, until it all went dark.