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  “Are you ready to eat dinner now.” Jumping at Atticus’s voice, I’m not sure if it’s because he snuck up on me or because of my wayward thoughts. I can’t seem to think about anything but having sex.

  All through the day, whenever I look at him, naughty thoughts about seeing his penis, putting his penis in me—in a lot of different places, even sucking on it—it’s all I can think about. I’m wet between my legs like I was last night when he touched me. Even hearing his voice now makes my nipples harden and rub against my bra uncomfortably.

  “Yes.” I’ve almost forgotten what I’m agreeing to already. Oh, yeah. Dinner—not sex.

  Wrapping his arms around me, he lifts me up, rubbing our bodies together, and I can’t help wiggling against him in excitement. His hair begins to unravel, floating toward me as I wrap my arms around him, touching his neck lightly with my fingertips.

  “Mm, Ashlyn. You know I can sense your feelings, and I want you to know I feel the same.” He’s started walking through the back hall, and I look at his face for hints of whether he really knows what I’ve been thinking. Could he… really?

  That’s kind of embarrassing. But maybe that’ll make this easier? “Could we… do we have to eat first? Maybe… we should do what Brock and Brittney are doing?”

  Atticus freezes next to the table where we eat our food, blinking down at me. “Are you sure?” His voice has deepened, and the sound vibrates through my body as I rub against him again.

  Not able to say much, I squeak out, “Yes.” It’s all I can say. I can feel my face flushing in embarrassment as he considers what I’ve said. If he turns me down, I’ll be mortified.

  I shouldn’t have worried. He practically runs to the bedroom we share, commenting, “Lights on dim and secure door.”

  As he lowers me to the mattress, he sits down beside me, leaning over me with a serious look on his face. “I don’t want to rush you. After all, we’ve just met, and there’s no hurry. So don’t feel like we have to compete or keep up with Brock and Brittney.”

  Swallowing, I try not to let his words hurt me. He’s actually being very sweet. Trying to make sure that I’m sure. It’s only fair that I’m totally honest with him. “I am a little scared. My mother said…” I look away, stopping to gather my thoughts. I do miss her.

  “What?” His voice brings my eyes back to him where he’s staring at me intently. “What did your mother say?”

  “That it hurts.” I can’t help but giggle a bit as I look away. Do all people talk about this? Of course, they must, right?

  Stroking my hair, I let his soothing touch calm my nerves. I don’t know how he does that, but it’s magical. Everywhere he touches me tingles with anticipation. My hair may not fly around like his, but I can feel it stand up on end at the roots of my head.

  “Well, I’ve heard that too, but only the first time. We’ll take it slow—as long as you’re sure. And we can stop any time.”

  I shake my head vehemently. “No, no. I’m sure I’ll be fine. Everybody does it… right?”

  Atticus smirks as he considers my serious my serious but practical view on the matter. “I suppose. I’ve had Canesta administered a few times, but this is going to be totally different. Last night… well, you know last night I came with you—just not in you.”

  I think back to the wetness I felt spread on my back after the explosive experience when he touched me last night. His cock rubbed on my back, and I assumed he released semen on me. Just not in the right place. I need it inside me.

  Janette explained everything completely, and the Quasar men have tiny, tiny nanos in their body. That’s what’ll bond with me and fix me. He should be thinking of it like an inoculation. Shots hurt, but they’re necessary.

  Now that I’ve had a few seconds to think of all he’s said, I realize that he’s shared that he’s had sex before. Even though there’s a part of me that’s a little sad about that, practically speaking—that’s a very good thing! He knows what to do, because I certainly don’t.

  My exposure to sex has been extremely limited. Television mostly. A little cable. But usually my mother and I watched everything together and never something that showed sex happening.

  Nodding my head, I try to focus on the conversation we’re having. “Yes. Yes, I did notice that you came on me. You cleaned me off, remember?”

  I’m sure he does. I was half asleep by the time he returned. Whatever he did to me made me totally relaxed and sleepy.

  Atticus stands, releasing the fastener on his suit, and the material opens slowly in front of me. “If you’re sure you don’t need to eat, why don’t we lie down and just let things happen naturally? We can do whatever you want, and if you change your mind, you’re welcome to stop, and we can eat.”

  Whatever I want is echoing in my head as his jump suit’s zipper parts slowly exposing his skin in front of me. Everything about him is so damn perfect. His chest, his stomach, the way it tapers down to his narrow waist and the muscles flex… Reaching up, I run my fingers lightly down his torso watching as his hairs dance and the material parts before my fingers come to a rest on his dick.

  It’s somewhat hard, but as I touch the hair surrounding the base and run my finger lightly down the length, I gasp as the smooth skin hardens and it extends toward me, bobbing slightly. Strangely, my mouth waters, even as I clench my thighs together. The hair around the huge penis is gyrating, vibrating lightly as I study it.

  I’ve never really seen a live penis before. It’s not… ugly. Different. Bigger than I imagined, for sure.

  Touching the tip lightly, I bring my finger to my lips to lick the moisture that has beaded on the slit at the top. The flavor’s deep and earthy, with a hint of mocha? Could that be right?

  It isn’t until I lean from my lying position on the bed to flick my tongue across the tip of him to taste more where he’s standing next to the bed, that I look up at Atticus embarrassed. He must think I’m losing my mind, but I can’t stop the moan from the taste. It’s so good. No one told me about this!

  His hands are hovering next to my face as he looks down at me in shock. Did he think I would hurt him?

  Atticus’s mouth open and shuts before he finally gets out, “Ah, Ashlyn. I almost came watching and feeling you do that.”

  Tilting my head, I swallow hard, still savoring the flavor. It’s wrong, but I want more. Much more. I’m still considering how to say this and not sound… strange when he pulls away and strips off his clothing down his legs quickly.

  With the moment passed, I stand and begin to follow his example. My nerves are starting to get the best of me. I’m not frightened really. More just nervous. Excited and nervous.

  Taking a deep breath, I unhook my bra, dropping it onto the floor at my feet, feeling my nipples tighten up like the rest of my body. By the time I grip the thin material of my panties and push them over my hips, I notice Atticus has turned to watch me.

  Studying my body closely, I can’t identify his expression, but then again, I can sense lust. Whether that feeling is mine or his—after all, it makes me want to climb his body right now!—it’s hard to say.

  His hand touching my hair gently brings me back to the moment. “Can I take these out?” Lightly fingering the ties at the end of my braids, I nod. Looking down automatically is the wrong thing to do. I’m staring right at his hardness again as he bobs in front of me.

  Can he tell I’m looking at him? It sure seems like it as his dick nods at me over and over. “Can I touch you now?”

  His fingers are working quickly, but he gives me a tight nod of agreement as he explains, “I can’t guarantee anything. I may explode all over you, you know?”

  Really? The idea is tantalizing. I didn’t get to watch it happen last night. But he thinks my touching him would make him explode? Of course, I want to test this theory, but I really, really want him inside me.

  Instead, I pull away and finish unbraiding the opposite side he isn’t quite done with, wrapping the hair ties around my wrist
for safekeeping. Crawling up on the large bed, I turn onto my side to face him, but he’s already beside me.

  His lips crash down on mine, and my head swims with excitement. This time, there’s no waiting like before. Our mouths open immediately, tongues swirling together. His hand goes around my waist, pulling me forward, and then my breasts are pressed tight against him. Throwing a leg over his, I shimmy closer, pressing our entire bodies together.

  CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

  - Ashlyn

  Our mouths continue to meet, softly then firmer as he groans into my mouth. His hand lowers to my butt, and he clasps it, squeezing before pulling me more firmly against the long rod of his dick trapped between us. I moan back as the raspiness of his tongue rubs against mine, setting all my senses on fire.

  “You’re so perfect,” he gasps out between licks of his tongue against mine. I don’t agree, but I’m not able to do any arguing. I can barely whimper along with each thrust of his tongue against mine. Teasing his lips with my own, his deep licking kisses turn to more light and playful pecks as he nibbles along my jaw and down my neck.

  I ache everywhere. My nipples and between my legs are on fire as my hands flutter, patting the bed next to my sides as I try to decide where to place my hands. “Do you trust me?”

  My eyes snap to his, and I realize he’s stopped everything as he hovers above me. I can’t speak due to my excitement and instead nod vigorously. All the stimulation is so wonderful—so overwhelming.

  Cupping the sides of my chest, Atticus rests his elbows on the bed next to my sides. He’s settled between my legs that are spread and slightly bent, my feet resting next to his hips. “Grip the pillow under your head and relax. Let me make sure you’re ready for me, alright?”

  Unsure what he means, but thankful he’s taking the lead, I nod again before lifting my arms, doing what he said automatically. Atticus watches me adjust the pillow under my head so I can look down at him slightly. As I do, he inches down the bed, studying me under him. “Spread your legs a little wider, and you’re welcome to rest your feet or legs on me if it’s more comfortable.”

  My hands squeeze the pillow tightly as the material grounds me. His husky tone sends puffs of breath over my cleft he’s now hovering over. Instead of meeting my eyes, he stares down as my feet shift slightly, waiting to see if I’m comfortable. My knees drop wider and calves settle against his body, but his full attention is now focused on me and what I’ve exposed to him.

  Breathing faster, embarrassed and extremely excited, I wonder if once he inspects me he’ll change his mind. He wouldn’t do that right? Of course, it’ll be tight and may hurt a bit but…

  I tense as I watch him slowly reach for me with his hand. “Please,” I gasp.

  Atticus freezes as he looks up at me, a small smile dancing across his face as his hair undulates around us both. “Please what?”

  Releasing my bottom lip I didn’t even realize I was chewing, I blink, trying to gather my thoughts. “I… I don’t know.”

  His lips twitch as amusement flicks across his face. “I think you want me. You’re remembering me touching you last night, and you’re ready for more. Isn’t that right, Ashlyn?”

  Nodding again, his piercing eyes never leave mine. The normally hazel color swirls with deeper green as his smile disappears. “Tell me, Ashlyn. Use words and tell me how much you enjoy my touch on your cunt.”

  Embarrassment at his crude words is overridden by excitement as my body betrays me. I gasp as I feel wetness seep from me. When I hesitate, his hands squeeze gently where he’s cupping my hips. “Yes!” My voice is an explosion from my lips as I force out the words, but it seems to break the dam. “I loved it last night. I didn’t even know… I mean…” Stuttering off uncertain, my hips are squeezed tighter, directing my attention back up to Atticus who’s nodding with a serious expression.

  As he stares at me, I watch something flicker in his eyes, but I can’t identify the emotion. I can’t wait to be mated and understand him better. Are all the Quasar aliens so hard to read? Atticus does appear to be much more serious and less animated than Brock.

  He takes a deep breath, inhaling as he dips his head closer to me, and I shiver as he exhales. “I didn’t know either. I mean… you hear, you know? But everything between us feels as if I’ve finally woken up and am experiencing life for the first time. I think you feel the same, and that’s why everything is so overwhelming. You’ll have to trust me now.”

  My head bobs automatically. Of course, I trust him. I’ve never trusted anyone as much as him, even my mother. There’s just something about being with him…

  Watching curiously, I still startle when his arms curl around my legs, spreading them wider. His face hovers inches from my dripping folds, his hot breath teasing my exposed slit. Leaning down, Atticus’s tongue starts to slide along the line of my cleft, sensitizing the wet flesh as I gasp and arch helplessly beneath him.

  His hands grip me tighter as his fingers spread me wider, opening me to his mouth. Flicking his tongue out, he hits my clit as I yelp before he skims downward, pushing inside me. No longer able to watch from the multitude of sensations slamming over my body, I throw my head back into the pillow, moaning as I feel his tongue inside me. Thick and wet, I squirm from the pressure and shock of his entry.

  I can’t get away from his hands or mouth though, and honestly, I don’t want to. But my body involuntarily is tightening as he withdraws his tongue to swipe it up to focus on my clit like he did last night with his fingers. His lips and tongue swirl in a circle, and I stiffen at the instant pleasure. He’s gentle too, and the licks and sucks spread a warm fuzzy feeling through my entire body.

  Moaning louder this time, I pant as he starts to apply more pressure and movement in the tiny spot he’s focusing on. The bundle of nerves sends shocks of pleasure through me as I grip the pillow tightly behind my head, trying with futility to ground myself.

  Atticus’s tongue continues to tease and it seems like—taunt me. He sucks and then uses his teeth, scraping the sensitive spot he’s found effortlessly and now captures in his mouth. I don’t know exactly what he’s doing, but as he flicks up, my clit becomes an explosion of pleasure I can’t avoid. He concentrates there, driving me wild, and I realize I’m not controlling anything. I can’t hold back the loud sounds he’s plying from me.

  My body continues to tense, growing tighter and tighter as all my muscles quiver while I gasp and moan. Moisture pours from me as what he does to me is beyond anything I’ve ever experienced. He’s better than ice cream and chocolate.

  Bucking my hips, I feel my sensitive flesh tingle as I recognize the experience from last night looming on the horizon. Like a roller coaster, I’m climbing the hill and already way, way past the point of no return.

  Atticus shifts a hand from around my leg and instantly, I’m worried he’s going to stop! But that idea is immediately gone, and I shout with sheer rapture as he pushes a finger inside me. I knew something was missing! An aching need that I’m just beginning to recognize as wanting him, is satisfied as he gently moves and curls his finger, rubbing me from the inside.

  That’s all it took! “Atticus!” My shout is loud in the small room as I feel myself tighten around his finger. Violent spasms shake me as blasts of pleasure surge through my body. As I come to my senses, I realize I’ve called his name over and over. Like a prayer on my lips, I’m still mumbling the new center of my world’s name as I go limp.

  When Atticus’s mouth finally releases my clit, I crack my eyes just in time to see him sliding the finger he just removed from me into his mouth. Never breaking eye contact, he sucks the digit, concaving his cheeks as he draws it from his lips.

  I moan again softly as his fingers brush against my sensitive flesh. Stroking downward, he uses my own wetness to make sure every part of me is coated with fluid. I can’t move as the bed dips from his weight shifting. Staring in wonder, I look down the length of Atticus’s body to see his even larger dick bobbing beneath him
. He’s climbing up over me, pinning me below his hovering weight.

  Trapping me between his hands spread on the bed next to my shoulders, I answer his intense gaze before he looks down between us. His knees drop to the surface as we watch his thick, erect cock lower closer and closer to my wet and open body. I want this so badly.

  Even sexually satisfied, I can’t wait to have him in me. Sure, it’s a little intimidating. It looks as wide as my thigh, but that can’t be right! Even though it looks huge, everything he’s done so far has blown my mind. Literally. I don’t expect this’ll be much different.

  We both tilt our hips as his hard tip brushes against my clit, making me squeak at the intense shock of pleasure. He looks up at me in concern. “Alright, Ashlyn?”

  His voice is tight and controlled. It’s the harshest I’ve ever heard him speak to me. It takes a second before I realize it’s because he’s trying to maintain his control.

  Nodding quickly to assure him, his relieved breath exhales heavily before he begins to move again. The thick head of Atticus’s cock presses against my body as he rocks slightly, teasing me. Gripping his shoulders, the muscles dance under my fingers as I breath out, “Yes! Yes, Atticus… now… please…”

  Tensing above me, the hard, blunt tip of his dick rubs up and down, up and down, spreading the fluids still spilling from me over his length. I realize he’s moaning along with me when he stills, pressed against my entrance. Our eyes lock before he slowly pushes forward, making the pressure swell as he slides inside me an inch.

  Gasping, pleasure spreads from where we meet, through my body and down my limbs. The wonderful sensation of being penetrated and stretched—it doesn’t hurt! Atticus is frozen over me, his muscles visibly twitching while we both stare down at the tentative anchor between us. My slit is spread wide around his thick length, my clit rubbed and pulled by the stretch.

  When he doesn’t start to move after what seems like forever, I tilt my hips, rocking on him as I gasp. My sensitive button of pleasure is teased to new heights. Atticus must feel the same, because he lets out a long, deep groan as he settles his weight more firmly against me, lowering himself further as he sinks into me. With his head thrown back above me, I’m exposed to his neck as he rumbles above me, pressing inside.