The Naked Alien by Honey Phillips (new books to read .txt) 📗
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“Go ahead.”
Her fingers trembled as she held them hesitantly above the surface, so he plunged his own hand into the cool water to show her that it was safe. Driven by an unexpectedly playful impulse, he flicked a few drops in her direction.
Her eyes widened again, but not in fear this time. Then she grinned, gathered up a handful of water, and returned the gesture. Her fingers were so small that she barely captured enough to splash him but he responded enthusiastically, then winced when water drenched her entire head. She mewed like a startled raskit cub, and he couldn’t help but laugh at her expression. Her brows drew together in an adorable frown, then she reached down with both hands to splash him in return. This time, she did succeed in wetting most of his chest, and with a playful roar, he lifted her into his arms and leapt into the water with her.
The pool was not that deep to him, but it was over her head and she bobbed up, spluttering indignantly. He smiled apologetically and gathered her close, supporting her so that her head was above the water. Their bodies were pressed together, and he realized that the leaf she had been wearing had finally deteriorated. The soft warmth of her skin directly against his had the inevitable effect on his cock.
Jayn looked up at him as his shaft hardened between them. He pulled her even closer, rubbing her tentatively along his length, and her lips parted. She didn’t protest or try to get away, and he repeated the movement, letting each ridge of his cock drag slowly across her sensitive flesh. He felt her arousal coating him, warmer and slipperier than the water surrounding them.
He lifted her higher, high enough that the head of his cock could probe at the tight little entrance to her body. Her breath caught, but she still didn’t protest. She stared at him, eyes huge and blue, then leaned into him, pressing her impossibly soft lips against his. It was not a practice in which his people engaged, but that didn’t stop the streak of arousal that raced down his spine, his hips automatically thrusting upwards.
The heated entrance to her channel brushed against his cock head but her body resisted. He slowly started to push deeper… And a series of indignant squeaks came from the edge of the pool.
He immediately swung Jayn behind him, placing himself between her and any danger. Even when he realized that it was only Misstuh Tiduhlz protesting their absence, guilt swept over him. He had been too lost in his desire to keep watch as he should.
“Dam-uht,” he muttered, and Jayn gave him a startled look as he returned to the edge of the pool.
“Howdid you learn thatIwonder?”
He raised an eyebrow and she grinned, then leaned closer to him, brushing her lips against his cheek.
“Im sorry abouttheinterruption.”
He almost stumbled as he carried her out of the water. Did she mean it? Did she want him as much as he wanted her? His cock flexed eagerly at the thought, but the shock of the interruption still haunted him. He needed to think of her safety first—although the feel of her lush naked body sliding down him when he reluctantly released her almost overrode his good intentions.
“I will make a sayf place,” he told her, hoping she understood his meaning as he turned away to begin his preparations.
Chapter Seven
A loud squeal sounded from the jungle, and Jane twisted her hands together nervously as she waited for Tarax to return from what she thought was a hunting trip.
As soon as they left the pool, he had started setting up camp. He had dragged a number of the large leaves out of the jungle to prepare a bed—one of which she had immediately appropriated to create another makeshift dress. He frowned disapprovingly, but she ignored him. Naked in the pool or in his arms was one thing. Naked in a jungle clearing was another. Not that she wanted him to get dressed, she thought, admiring the tight muscles of his ass as he stalked away.
But he hadn’t stopped with preparing a bed. He had also retrieved tall branches and more leaves to make a sort of teepee over the bed. Apparently they were stopping here for the rest of the day. She didn’t really object, even though it meant it would take longer to reach her destination. And the thought of what might happen when they were tucked away in their shelter sent a quiver of arousal straight to her clit. Tarax’s head lifted, his nostrils flaring as he looked at her, and she blushed. His eyes gleamed gold, but he returned to his tasks.
A small, brazen part of her was tempted to saunter over to him, take him by the hand, and lead him to that soft bed of leaves. She had never experienced this before—this urgency, this need—but the very strength of her desire made her nervous. Her mother’s lectures about proper behavior echoed through her head, but she did her best to ignore them. She wanted Tarax, and if she didn’t quite have the courage to approach him now, she had no intention of turning him away tonight.
The memory of the massive head of his cock pressing into her entrance made her shiver with pleasure—and the tiniest hint of trepidation—but she resolutely pushed it aside. Later.
Her eyes traveled back to where he was working, his big body crouched down to clear moss from a circle of ground in the center of the clearing. Once the ground was clear, he began gathering small branches and arranging them in a pyramid. She clapped
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