Total pages in book: 33
Estimated words: 31116 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 156(@200wpm)___ 124(@250wpm)___ 104(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 31116 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 156(@200wpm)___ 124(@250wpm)___ 104(@300wpm)
He gives me a very serious look. “I understand.”
“I might not want to do anything except let you lick my pussy. I’m just letting you know in advance.”
Instead of being offended, his tail starts to move faster. “But you’d let me lick your cunt?” When I nod, he grins with relief. “This is wonderful news. I accept.”
I bite back another giggle. I accept. Like I’m giving him an award. Congratulations, sir. You’re this year’s recipient of the Rights To Lick Naomi’s Pussy Award. Please have your speech prepared. I like this guy. I like him a lot. I gaze down at the beast under his trou, fully outlined as I press my hand against the material of his pants. He’s so hard and eager, I can practically make out the head of his cock—studs and all—against the fabric.
It reminds me that he’s got piercings there, too. So many fascinating piercings, and tattoos, too. I activate the auto-fastener on his trou and they slither down his thighs. His cock practically springs free, and I stroke my hand over him again, this time skin on skin. He’s got more tattoos on his hips, I notice, and they look like writing. “Are those words?”
He doesn’t answer, and when I look up, Ainar is rubbing his ear, a sheepish expression on his face. “You should know I got most of these tattoos when I was young.”
His embarrassment is adorable. “You’re still young, Ainar. You’re what…twenty five?”
“I am thirty.”
That surprises me. He looks younger, but at the same time, I’m glad we’re closer in age. “I’m thirty-two.” I slide my hand from his cock, the blue-flushed head deeply colored and beaded with pre-cum, and touch one of the words on his hip. “What do they say?”
“Foolish things.”
“You can tell me. I won’t laugh.”
He groans as if pained and then takes my hand. Pressing my fingertips to one word, he explains. “This one says ‘I like i’Kimra noodles.’ It was a contest back on Homeworld. I did not win.”
I press my lips together, trying not to laugh.
“This one,” he says, guiding my hand just above his groin, “says ‘More than Adequate Male,’ though the translation sounds weak in the human tongue.”
Shit. My shoulders shake. If I laugh, he’s going to be offended. I fight to keep the giggles in.
He moves my hand to the opposite hip, where a bold swirl of words is placed. “This one encourages anyone that views it to feast upon the biggest noodle of all.”
I burst into laughter, unable to hold it back.
“Again, it was for a contest,” Ainar tells me. I look up at him, my hand going to my mouth as I try to stifle my snickers, but he’s smiling. “They are foolishness. A young male’s head full of dreams and not much thought.”
“What did they offer you if you won?” I ask, giggling. “A year’s supply of noodles?”
He shakes his head. “A job off world. The winner would be brand ambassador and very rich.”
I stop laughing. Instead, an ache forms in my heart. The young son of a poor family, looked down upon by others in his world, with the only job available to him the military or a trash collector? No wonder he covered himself in silly tattoos to try and win. It’s not funny, not anymore. “Oh, Ainar.”
“I am glad I did not win. I would not have met you.” His tail begins another slow wag, his smile gentle and sweet.
He’s killing me with that tail. I reach up and tweak one pierced nipple, tugging. “Play your cards right and you might get that big noodle feasted upon after all.”
“I do not play cards, but I should be happy to learn if you would teach me.”
Oh jeez. I chuckle again.
Chapter
Six
AINAR
I rub my stomach and the foolish tattoos there as Naomi strips her clothing—my clothing—off and steps into the shower. She laughed at them, but who would not? Even I find them ridiculous. I could get them removed, but I have left them as a reminder of my idiot days as a youth, when I dreamed to escape Homeworld and the future that awaited me. They remind me that even when I get frustrated with my low rank in the military, or if I have a bad day, that things are always better now. I have a good job that allows me to help people. I am serving on a planet full of sunlight and greenery. I have met the most wonderful female who knows what she wants and has a plan to get it.
Reminders are good things, no matter how silly they look, because they let me appreciate where I am today.
I try not to ogle Naomi’s body as she climbs into the shower and begins to wash off. Flashes of last night tumble through my mind, of the tuft of dark hair over her cunt, of the way her body stretched around my cock, of her smooth flanks and the way they gripped me tight when I was deep inside her. Her breasts seem full and bouncy to me, the tips a warm brown that contrasts with her lighter skin. Her hips are broader, her backside full and pleasantly curved. She steps under the water to wash her dark mane, slicking it back under her hands, and then looks at me, our eyes meeting.