Wrath

“Our females have hands like mine.”

She released his cock to feel his hand. His palms had rougher skin, almost like light calluses. Her fingers traced upward to his index finger. She rubbed the inner tip and felt the rougher skin there was well. She understood. Her hands were soft all over.

“I don’t suppose you have lotion, do you?”

“Inside the top drawer of the nightstand.” He smiled at her. “We have high sex drives. You will always find lotion in our bags. We need it to find sexual release often.”

She smiled back, amused that he was so honest about masturbating. She’d never met anyone like him. Most men would die before they admitted to something like that. He candidly discussed it and smiled. She opened the drawer and found a big bottle of baby-oil type lotion. She grinned and uncapped the lid.

“You were being ambitious when you bought this.”

“I don’t understand.”

“You thought you’d need this much lotion. That’s ambitious. Do you understand?”

“I go through that in less than a week. We really do have high sex drives. I’m canine. I’m always turned- on.”

She arched an eyebrow. “How many times do you use lotion in a day?”

He was still grinning. “At least a dozen times.”

She almost dropped the bottle. “How old are you?”

He shrugged. “I don’t know for sure. The doctors guess as best as they are able from our bones and teeth. We lost track of time inside the testing facilities. The doctors think I am in my mid-thirties. Don’t your human males do this?”

“Yes, but not as much. The younger the men are, the more they do it. They slow down when they get older. At least that’s what I understand but I’m no expert.”

Wrath nodded. “I thought human males were the same about this.”

“Now women are opposite or at least I am.”

His eyes narrowed. “What do you mean?”

“My sex drive wasn’t so good when I was younger. I’m reaching thirty now and my sex drive is really moving these days.”

“So you have slept with Bill.” His eyes narrowed and his mouth tensed.

“No.” She frowned at him. “I take care of myself.”

Surprise widened his stare. “You touch yourself?”

“Often. It’s why I don’t need to worry about sleeping with men.”

“I did not know normal females did this. Ours don’t. If they need sex, they just find a male to care for them.”

“Normal females?”

He paused. “That isn’t the right word. You aren’t one of the humans who work making videos for sexual stimulation. I thought only they touched themselves to coax males into being interested in sex because they are paid to do so.”

Lauren set the lotion on the floor and tried to hide her surprise at his answer. She wasn’t sure how to respond to that and decided to let it pass. Teenage boys probably didn’t go through as much lotion as Wrath did. She was impressed. Maybe New Species didn’t slow down as they got older. She rubbed her hands together and reached for his hard shaft again.

His smile died and a growl rumbled from his throat. His gaze locked with hers. “Your touch feels so much better than anything I have ever felt.”

She smiled, hoping he meant it. She caressed him from the crown of his cock to the base, her hands exploring every inch, and watched his expression trying to see what he liked best. More soft growls.

“Faster,” he urged. “Please.”

Lauren tightened her hold on his cock, massaging him faster. She felt his body tense and the flesh in her hands grew thicker. She couldn’t help but stare as the girth of his shaft expanded in her hands. He didn’t get longer but he got noticeably thicker near the base. He growled louder and his body jerked. Lauren managed to put her hand over the crown and warm heat spread across her palm. The guy had strength even with that. She felt pressure as his semen shot out.

It fascinated her, watching his facial expressions as desire cooled and his body relaxed. He breathed hard, his nipples were pebbled and once again she deemed him the sexiest guy alive. A tiny bit of pride swelled inside her at getting him off and having him seem to enjoy her touch so much. He smiled when his eyes opened and the look he gave her melted her heart. Tenderness was there and such warmth that she wanted to kiss him.

He suddenly came closer and she held her breath, thinking he might just do that, but his face stopped inches from her own as he reached down to the floor. He grabbed the shirt she’d worn and lifted it. Disappointed, she lowered her gaze to hide it as he gently cleaned her hands of all traces of the lotion and his release.

“I will want you to do that again if you keep touching me.” His voice came out husky, soft, and sensual.

He discarded the shirt, gripped her hips, and she gasped from the shock of his strength as he lifted her. Her hands grabbed his biceps to keep from pitching face first against his chest and he turned her in his arms. Her back hit the mattress and Wrath suddenly released her to grip her thighs. He growled, his gaze dropped to her pussy and he slid off the bed to bend over it.