We’re just staring at each other, each lost in our thoughts, and Strol recovers first. He rushes down the mountain toward me.
“You’re amazing. That was amazing. You walked across a plane like it was nothing! You’re a complete badass!”
I burst out laughing. “Did you like the show?”
“I did. Will there be an encore?”
“Hmm. I don’t think so.”
“Damn. I would’ve loved to have done it too. You should’ve told me! I would’ve done it.”
“I’m sorry. Harrison wouldn’t have been ready for two thuds on her wings, and you might weigh too much.”
“Are you calling me fat?” he demands, hands on his hips.
“You have no fat on you whatsoever, and you know it,” I tell him. “It’s just that gravity has a stronger hold on you than me, for instance. That’s all.”
“I do have a strong gravitational pull,” he says. “A real magnetic personality. Don’t you agree?”
“I think it’s more that your cock is a magnet for pussies,” I say dryly.
“What about your pussy?” he asks hopefully. “Because I think I feel like my cock is being drawn that way.”
As if to illustrate his point, Strol walks toward me rather awkwardly, with his pelvis front and center as if his cock is pulling him toward me.
“You’re absurd,” I tell him, but I can’t help smiling.
He bumps into me. “Bad cock,” he says.
“Bad cocks get slapped,” I murmur.
“But maybe they get kissed and rubbed afterward,” he says hopefully.
“Are you sure you want to find out? Because that might not be the case.”
“You know it’s the case.”
His tone, that look… I shiver. A heat-seeking missile, that’s what he is, and he’s spreading his delicious warmth right through me.
A part of me wants to grab him, to kiss him, to allow him to have his way with me. I won’t deny it. Whenever I do something that makes my adrenaline kick in, I do become incredibly horny, and after the plane-walking stunt, I am horny.
But there’s more to life than sex, and maybe I want to see what all of that relationship nonsense is all about.
Not that I want to date Strol. I don’t even know the guy.
But I do know that I enjoy riding him, that his cock has thick veins that I want to lick and kiss. I know what it takes to make him come, and I want to fill him explode inside me again.
No, we didn’t use protection, and I have no excuse. I always make sure I have condoms on me—both kinds, for guys and for girls. I don’t want to become pregnant.
But I don’t have anything to worry about. Everyone knows that Novans can’t get an Earthling woman pregnant unless he makes her orgasm and unless they love each other. Yes, Strol is a Kurian and not a Novan, so this might not hold up, and yes, he made me come multiple times, so that’s not an issue if we did want to become pregnant.
But I don’t love him, and he doesn’t love me.
Then again, Stroll is a Kurian, like I said, so he has an Earthling mother. That means that love might not play a role after all.
We really should be careful just in case.
The thought of not feeling his ridges as he enters and pushes and thrusts inside me makes me not want to have sex all the more. Still, it’s fun to tease him, so I pretend to reach down toward his cock and then reach around and grab his ass instead.
I pat it a few times. “You have a cute ass, you know that?”
“I’ve never been told that before?”
“No? Well, it’s true. Don’t let that go to your head, though.”
“Don’t worry. I have a small ego. Large cock but small ego.”
I burst out laughing. “That is impossible.”
“What is?”
“For a guy to have a small ego while having a large cock.”
He grins, the glint in his eyes reckless and spellbinding. "So, you do admit that I have a large cock."
“I didn’t say differently.”
“And I know how to use it, don’t I?”
Damn him.
“Possibly.”
“Oh, come now. I made you curl your toes.”
“Lots of women curl their toes when they orgasm,” I point out.
“Yes, but right here…” He touches between my eyebrows. “It goes completely smooth when you come. When it’s building, it’s all scrunched up, and then it just relaxes, and you look so free.”
I turn away from him. That’s way too intimate, and I’m more than a little uncomfortable that he knows that about me. How can I be so unnerved by that? I mean, yes, it’s a detail hardly anyone has probably ever observed before, and it shouldn’t matter. I imagine Strol’s here on Earth for a reason, and he’ll have to go off soon. And me, I’ll go on doing whatever I feel like.
I feel like doing him.
Damn my hormones.
“You know,” Strol starts conversationally.
I turn back to eye him curiously. If he noticed that he unsettled me, he’s ignoring it, which I appreciate. I have to think that if he can notice that kind of specific detail during our sex romp, that he’s not going to miss much of anything.
“I’m a bit of a daredevil myself,” Strol finishes.
“Are you now?” I eye him up and down, not doubting his claim for a second. “Well, why don’t you prove it then?”
He laughs. “You’re begging for an excuse to keep me around long enough until you’re ready for a second round, aren’t you?”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” I retort. “Besides, a woman is always ready.”
"That's the thing. Novans and Kurians alike can go far longer and far closer together than Earthling males. At least that's what I heard. You can tell me if I'm wrong."
“I don’t know. I haven’t slept with a large enough sampling of Novans and Kurians to be able to
