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enough to give her a curious look. Wasn’t that what he was doing?
    She steered his fingers to her female pelt. He was eager to caress that part of her. Terilian females had a small curve of fur surrounding their sex that matched their back pelt. Janis’ pelt was unique, a riot of tiny curls that matched the black hair on her head. He ran his fingers slowly through her curls, rewarded by her moan of approval.
    She raised her knees and parted her legs. Exactly as he’d imagined. The intoxicating aroma of her arousal thrilled him. He desperately wanted to bury his face in her sex, breathe deeply, lap the sweet cream that was already flowing from her.
    Not too fast, Del. Don’t frighten her.
    What beautiful legs she had…rounded knees, plump thighs. He stroked them, seduced by the softness of her skin. She whimpered as his hands moved upward, his fingers teasing the creases between her thighs and vagina.
    Much like her nipples, her labia were bright pink and swollen—eager for his touch. Tentatively he brushed his hand lightly against her sex. She moaned, raising her hips wantonly as though begging to be mounted.
    He caressed her slowly, his hand moving in a gentle rhythm that soon had her arching toward him with every stroke. Enjoying the hot wetness that drenched his fingers, he raised his hand to his mouth to savor the fascinating taste of her.
    The words broke from his throat. “I wish I could mate with you.”
    Her fingers closed around the head of his erect organ. Growling with startled delight, he moved against her hand, knowing he couldn’t achieve release from a caress but unable to stop himself. Her firm touch was both a delight and a torment. If only he could take her now. He’d give her a mounting she’d never forget—plunge his engorged organ into her over and over, a wild, passionate mating. The memory of it would flood her mind whenever she saw him or inhaled his scent.
    But he knew what would happen to him if he broke his vow. The thought cooled him long enough to gently remove her hand.
    “This is just for you,” he said. “Let me give you pleasure.”
    “But you look like you’re all ready.”
    “I’ve been ready for weeks.” Ever since she’d appeared on the transport slab, her mass of black hair stark against her white garment, he’d ached for her. He remembered the way her dark eyelashes lay against her pink skin, her round breasts half-revealed by the low neckline of her garment. In the middle of directing his orderlies, he’d stopped and thought, Mine.
    Her voice came low. “Are you sure we can’t have sex?”
    Surprise mingled with triumph. She wanted to mate with him.
    “Not until the Spring Running.” He leaned forward and rubbed his cheek against hers, marking her with his scent. “Beautiful Janis. Let me give you an orgasm.”
    “Yes. Keep touching me…”
    He knew where the female human pleasure center resided—high above the vaginal opening, in the single clitoris. Quite unlike Terilian females, who had two. Conversely, many females didn’t like being touched there directly.
    He touched her vagina, stroking lightly, fondling the hot, wet opening. Watching her reaction closely, he smiled when she shifted on the bed, parting her legs farther. He continued his caresses, letting the back of his hand brush lightly against her clitoris with every stroke.
    Her lovely sex was open and glistening. Inviting his organ inside. If only he were allowed, now would be the time to thrust inside her.
    Would it be too much temptation to rub the head of his penis against her?
    Don’t do it, Del. You’ll never be able to stop.
    Instead he parted her labia, entering her with the tip of his finger.
    She thrust her hips, trying to take more of his finger inside. He withdrew.
    “Lie still,” he ordered. He lowered his head and licked her navel, feeling her tremble. Holding her hips firmly in his hands, he laved his tongue over her stomach. She whimpered with need.
    He cupped her mound in