His tone was deep and throaty.
“I feel like I’m about to be eaten,” she said and glared at him. “Put the teeth away.”
“I’m not certain I can,” he replied. “It must be instinct.”
Grace was skeptical.
Rask reached for her shirt.
“Stop that,” she insisted.
“I am curious as to what these things are,” he replied innocently.
“They’re called breasts,” she said primly while fending off his hands. She had scooted back as far as she could until her back pressed against a wall; it too was spongy. The further back she pressed, the closer Rask came with a predatory crawl.
Grace braced her hands on his shoulders. He was rock-hard and broad. There was no underarm hair on him. She strained against him. He didn’t budge.
My God he’s heavy
. Grace pulled her foot up and shoved it into his chest. Her knee pressed back into her own chest as he moved closer. Rask was too persistent. Her shirt was soon over her head and he studied her openly. His eyes went lower to within inches of her nipples. Grace understood his curiosity, after all hers too was aroused. She hadn’t noticed before but Rask didn’t have nipples like the men of Earth. His hard chest was smooth and bare of anything, even hair. He eyed her nipples as they puckered and the buds hardened in the cooler air. She could feel his hot expelled breath on them. His finger reached out and pushed one like a button. Both Grace’s and his eyes widened. Hers because he had done it; his because the bud sprang back into place when released. Grace flamed red.
“You’re embarrassed,” he exclaimed.
“Well duh, you’re gaping at me.”
“I won’t hurt you.”
“How do you know if you’ve never been with a woman? And men shouldn’t go around pushing women’s nipples. They’re not ‘on’ switches you know.”
“Teach me.”
“What?”
“Teach me so I will know and won’t hurt you. Teach me how to touch you. Your body is so soft and fragile and so compelling. It has neat little holes and colors and interesting things to touch.”
“You killed two of my crew members.”
“An unfortunate accident. I would not have harmed them if they hadn’t attacked me first. You know I’m telling the truth because I didn’t hurt you. Were you fond of them?”
“That’s not the point.”
Rask frowned and sniffed her. “You feared one. The other you felt sorry for.”
Grace was amazed. “How could you know?” she whispered.
Can he read minds?
Rask shrugged. “I am able to smell your human emotions very well. It is a Castian trait to scent those around us. We can’t, uh, what is it humans call it? Lie?”
Grace wondered about that.
How odd would it be to belong to a race who always told the truth?
While she was distracted, Rask felt her breasts again. She jumped but settled. The look on his face was plain curiosity, nothing more. His hands were warm and damp with a light sweat. Very carefully he squeezed and released. His thumb stroked back and forth across her nipple making her squirm.
“What curious but pleasant things to touch. These flower buds are such a pretty color. I wish I had them.”
Grace’s eyes widened in surprise and she couldn’t help a small giggle as a mental picture of this mountain of a man with soft, luscious melon-sized boobs popped into her mind.
“Nature in its infinite wisdom didn’t give men tits or they would do nothing but play with them all day,” she retorted and removed his hands. She struggled with her emotions. She should be terrified of this huge alien. Oddly, she wasn’t.
Rask shifted then shifted again, squirming before her. His face screwed into a strange look. Grace looked down at his growing erection. Rask looked, too, and his eyes widened in shocked surprise.
“Oh no.”
“What’s wrong?” she asked. If she didn’t know better, she would swear he was scared.
“My maleness!” he yelled. “What the hell is wrong with my cock?”
Grace couldn’t help it, she burst out laughing. When he looked at her with confused hurt, she sighed. “It’s all right, you have a hard-on.”
“My cock is growing a new shield?”
“Hmm, that’s one way of looking at it.”
Rask stripped his pants off. He starred openmouthed at his dick. “That is an impressive shield.”
Grace had to agree.
“If you keep playing with it like that, you’ll never know what it’s really for,” Grace said dryly.
“It’s magnificent,” Rask said in awe. “It’s so hard and long. But it throbs.”
“It’s what happens to a man when he is ready to have sex with a female.”
“Amazing. Now show me yours.”
“Not the romantic type, are you?”
“Does your sex come out and grow?”
“Didn’t your mother teach you about this stuff?”
“I don’t remember my mother. She died when I was very young. It was almost four hundred years ago. All of the females were gone. They are extinct on my planet. My father had no need to explain this sex thing.”
“Good grief. I’m in bed with a four-hundred-year-old virgin?”
Rask groaned again. Grace removed his hand from his cock and put her own on it. Rask yelped when she squeezed. Grace’s shoes and socks went flying across the room. He paused only for a brief moment to examine her toes, declaring her feet to be tiny as he wiggled her baby toe. Rask then ripped at her pants. His expression was so filled with confusion Grace wasn’t concerned—at least not overly concerned.
“Easy, slow down,” she soothed.
“I can’t. Something is supposed to happen.”
“But it must happen slowly,” she insisted. “Rask, you’re a very big man. You have to be careful.”
“I will. I will.” His panting intensified.
Somehow that was hard for her to believe. Especially when his fangs accidently nipped her flesh high on her outer thigh. Her pants came completely off with a hard tug and Rask spread her legs wide. He inhaled deeply. Rask looked and looked then grew concerned. His confused gaze settled onto her.
“Please make your sex come out,” he pleaded.
He made it sound like a play date! “My sex doesn’t come out; it stays in,” she informed him.
Rask sat back on his heels and looked disappointed. He dragged his hand across his face. He then looked at her hopefully.
“If I try real hard and retract my fangs, will it come out? I won’t bite it.”
Grace giggled. “I think you’re right about your fangs being instinct.”
Rask looked crestfallen. Grace felt sorry for him. She had been terrified in the woods that the man-beast would rape her. Now she knew he wouldn’t have known how. It was sweet, his confusion and helplessness. She had to admit his innocence was a turn-on. He wasn’t grabbing her breasts or trying to swallow them down his throat. He just looked lost. And so handsome, even with the spooky fangs. It would be interesting to be in charge for once. Men on Earth felt they had nothing to lose if they raped a woman. There had been lawlessness. Rask wasn’t forcing her under him, nor was he demanding she submit. He hadn’t lied when he had said he would protect her—he had. If the console on the shuttle was broken, Grace would be here forever.
“Come here and lie down,” Grace instructed, deciding on her course of action. If he had never had sex there would be no one to compare her with. After this, she vowed he would never let any other man get near her. It was simple survival really; it had nothing to do with Rask being the hottest guy she had ever seen or the strange feeling she had in the pit of her belly when he touched her.
Rask lay on his back. Grace straddled him. “My sex needs to stay inside so we can join.”
“How?” he whispered, wide-eyed.
“Like this.”
Grace gripped his cock in her hand and moved over it. Very carefully she began to lower herself onto him. He was big and thick and she had to work at it to lower herself.
Rask was groaning deep in his throat. His hands clutched into fists.
As Grace settled onto him, with his entire length buried inside her, she held still. Her walls stretched to accommodate him and she bit her lip. Carefully, she began to move up again but Rask stopped her.
“Wait,” he yelped. “It can’t be done already?”
Grace smiled down at him. “No, honey, we’re just getting started.”
Before Grace was off of him, his hands reached for her and tightened on her waist and he dragged her back down. He groaned low in his throat, his face filling with rapture and wonder. She was the one to yelp this time when her bottom banged against him with a hard slap. Rask pushed her up then yanked her down again.
Good God, he is strong.
She gasped; his fingers were digging into her ass cheeks. With a look of pure ecstasy he thumped her down and pulled her up. Thump—up—thump—up. Her legs were getting sore from straddling him. Before long they began to shake. His hips were solid and she felt like she was riding a wild stallion—a bucking wild stallion. With each bang, Grace could feel her teeth clack together and she knew she needed to take control of this or her insides would look like jello before long. When he slammed her down onto him again, Grace took his hands, actually pried them off her, and put them on her breasts.
“Here, play with these.”
“I have not played with toys in a long time,” he muttered but seemed interested.
“They are not toys,” she ground out then realized it was her fault with her poor choice of words.
“Why do you have these?” His fingers pulled at her nipples.
“If I ever get pregnant, I can use them to nurse my baby.”
His interest slowed his dramatic thrusting and Grace was beginning to enjoy the feeling of him being inside her.
“What is nurse?”
Grace held still. “Haven’t you ever seen an animal nurse its young?”
“I told you, there are no females on my planet.”
Grace was shocked. “None whatsoever?”
“None.” His hands left her breasts to lift her then pull her down again.
“To nurse means my breasts would fill with milk and the milk would come out of my nipples.”
“The babe suckles them?” he asked with interest.
“Yes.”
“This feels so good.” He groaned.
The man had incredible stamina. Grace was growing tired. He wasn’t experienced and she tried to teach him what she liked, but he was too fixated on the single act he was performing.
Screw it.
It was better to let him have what he wanted. The next time, though, they were doing it her way. She placed both hands on his chest and rode him hard. It seemed to be taking a long time for him to come, even if it was his first time. She could feel her climax building. Grace tossed her head back and cried out. She slumped against him, but he continued to lift and lower her. Grace tried to pull herself away but he kept himself buried within her.
“Rask, we need to do it a different way. My elbows won’t keep me up any longer. My legs hurt from straddling you. I’ve never had a guy take me for so long.”
“How?” he panted.
“Let me roll under you so you can be on top. Just don’t crush me; you weigh a ton.”
Rask grabbed her ankle and tossed her over. She was yanked onto her hands and knees. Grace dug her fingers into the fabric beneath her. Rask wrapped his arm around her middle and plunged in and out. Grace cried out. He was so powerful, too powerful.
“This is so much better,” he ground out.
Grace could feel the sweat begin to drip from her. She was panting. No one had ever taken her so hard or so fast. Rask found a steady rhythm and rocked against her. His large hand pushed on her shoulder blade and her face rested against the soft material. Her eyes closed. Rask was a man-beast all right. His soft growls and grunts were throaty. His hands were possessive. The front of his thighs felt strong when she felt them bump against her. It had been a long time since she had been with a man. Her moans increased and before long she felt another climax build. She came harder than the last time and moisture dripped down her thighs.
“You smell so good,” Rask said, his voice was a deep throaty growl.