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Earth people once had. In one
corner, beside a large sylak plant inside a shell-like pot, another
red-colored hanging shield separated the room from the one they were in.
    “You still use sylaks for cooking?” she asked. She
had a couple of the amazing plants in her Earth garden, which could cook food
like the microwaves of old apparently could. He nodded. “We stick to the early
ways where we can to preserve the integrity of our planet.”
    If only Earth people had thought that way.
    On the other side of the room she spied two large,
reddish-pink shells. Panka lamoras . That explained the cooler air
temperature. Her father had once told her the Carèche people used the
shells as not only refrigerators to store food, but air coolers too.
    In the wild the panka lamoras were deadly, their lemetia ,
or tongue, could haul an unsuspecting animal into their shell, before injecting
them at leisure with enough chemicals to kill them. But they could also be
domesticated easily enough and kept happy as long as they were fed caltronian meat from time to time.
    The floor was covered by the same fabric as the walls, and
he placed her on her feet ever so slowly, so that her breasts scraped down his
bare torso, the bulge of his cock along her belly. Oh hell . She could
have been naked and rubbed slick with oils for the first time for all the acute
sensations that prickled through her body.
    She looked up at his groan. And at his heated gaze, she
sucked in an unsteady breath. “You do know I’m not experienced at this sort of
thing, right?”
    “Being that there is no men on your planet, I’d assume not.”
    She flushed. “Of course. Right. Yes.”
    His husky voice gentled. “Relax , Sheehar . I’m not
going to hurt you. I’ll never hurt you.”
    You say that now, but if you ever found out who I really
am…
    With no words able to make it past the lump in her throat,
she instead nodded. “Just, go slowly.”
    He slid a hand along her cheek. “Oh, I’m not going to rush
it, Sheehar . I’m going to savor every second of our first joining.”
    His free hand outlined the other side of her face, before he
brought her gently toward him. His lips brushed hers, the touch of butterfly
wings, except there was steel beneath the tenderness, purpose beneath the
restraint.
    She didn’t know how long they stood there, exploring with
lips and tongue in an exploration that deepened and became more intense. All
she knew for sure was that desire beat its drum in her chest and reverberated
in her womb. A desire heightened by his fingers that moved to the back of her
head, kneading, rubbing.
    Genesis pulled back first, but not to stop. Quite the
opposite. His eyes fairly blazed when he looked down at her and said, “Let me
pleasure you, Sheehar .”
    She nodded, anxiety and anticipation tying a knot in her
belly. Her breath shuddered from her lungs when he peeled her dress down from
her shoulders, exposing her breasts, her belly and then her pussy to his stare.
    She stepped out of the slip of fabric before he sank to his
knees. Her whole body trembled at his face so close to her thighs, her hands
clenching and unclenching at her sides.
    He looked up, his gold-brown hair drifting across his bare
shoulders. “Trust me,” he said hoarsely.
    She nodded, realizing it was bizarre that in such a short
time she actually did trust him.
    His back pointed fangs—an alien attribute, which she didn’t
share—glinted in his opened mouth. Then he closed his lips on her inner thigh
and she threw her head back with a gasp, eyes closing at the exquisite
suctioning sensation, his hot breath goose-bumping her skin, his tongue
swirling.
    When his mouth worked its way up, around the outer V of her
pussy and onto her other thigh, she was all but panting with need. Her brain
mightn’t wholly understand what she wanted, but oh, her body so did!
    “Maybe not…quite so…slow,” she whimpered, her fingers
curling through his hair, desperate for something more.
    He