Barbarian Alien(46)

It is a good memory, and it’s something I want to do again, immediately. My fingers move to the base of my cock, still seated deep inside her, and I run my fingers along the edges of her opening, where she is gripping me tight deep inside her. Her folds are stretched taut.

She sucks in a breath. “What…”

“I like the feel of you when I’m inside you,” I tell her, and her face colors even brighter red under her warm flush. “You are stretched wide to accommodate me.”

“Braggart,” she says in a teasing tone, and her hand trails down my chest thoughtfully. “We probably did that all wrong, by the way.”

“We did?” I’m shocked that I’ve somehow displeased her. “Is there a human ritual that I have missed?”

She chuckles and her finger trails over one of my pectorals, then flicks my nipple. “Not exactly, unless you call foreplay a ritual.” She shifts, and I feel every muscle in her body against my cock. I inhale sharply, because I’m ready to claim my mate again but she’s talking, so I try to pay attention. “Most of the time,” she continues, “women want to be wooed into sex.”

Wooed into sex? I do not understand. She was screaming for me. I can still taste the wet arousal of her on my tongue. I study her for a moment, considering. Ah – maybe this is the time for the courting word. “Newwwp,” I tell her.

Her hand slams on my chest. “What do you mean, newwp?” She looks affronted. “I can want some fucking foreplay! I don’t think that’s too much to ask.”

“Wait. Is this not a courting word?”

She makes an outraged noise. “I asked you for foreplay and you said no?”

“I said newwp,” I correct. “This is not right? You said it to me and it was clear you liked my touch.”

Liz gives me an incredulous look and pushes at my chest. “I have no idea what you are talking about, weirdo. Let me go—“

“Never,” I state, and fist my hand in her hair, like she did to me. She stills in my grip, and I study her, the pulse racing in her beautiful throat, the hot anger – and lust – flaring in her eyes. “Explain to me this ‘foreplay’.”

“You’re fucking kidding, right?”

I roll the words around in my head, but the translations do not sound right. “My cock does not claim you as a jest, no.”

“Oh Jesus, that’s not what I meant. I…” She blows a breath out, frustrated. “Okay. Foreplay. That’s like, titty squeezes and stuff. You gotta work a girl up for sex. Make sure she’s good and wet and into it.”

I frown down at her. “You were wet.”

“I know! But—“

“I licked your wetness off of the insides of your thighs. Your cunt was so wet it was dripping—“

Her fingers press my lips together and she looks…embarrassed. “Don’t say such dirty things.”

Dirty? It was beautiful to see all that wetness that I caused. I would drink of her sweet nectar for hours, but she seems uncomfortable with the thought. Humans are strange. “Then tell me,” I insist. “What is a titty squeeze? I do not know these words.”

“Oh lord,” she breathes. “What on earth did that translator teach you?” She pats the top of her chest. “You know, boobs. Breasts. They feel good when you touch them.”

I immediately place a hand over one and give it a caress, then look at her face.

Liz giggles. “Not right now. Before sex, to warm me up. So I’m ready to go.”

“I am ready to go,” I point out to her. My cock is hard and still inside her, and I want to start thrusting again, but I am waiting for her very human signal that this is okay to her. That this is foreplay. So I give her breast another tentative squeeze. “Like so?”

Her brows draw together. “You mean…you want to have sex again?”

“Is that what this means?” I squeeze her breast again.

“No, that’s you honking my tit.”

“That is what you said you wanted!”

She rolls her eyes. “I talk in slang, babe.”

“And now you say I’m a child?” Now I’m offended. “I—“

Her fingers go to my mouth and silence me again. “Babe is an affectionate term for a partner. Don’t your people have words like that? What would you call me?”

“Liz?”

She smacks my chest. “Like a pet name. A nickname that one says out of affection.”

I think for a moment. “Woman?”

She makes an exasperated sound. “You know what? Never mind. Just forget—“

But now I understand what she is asking. “My woman?” I murmur, tilting her head toward me and brushing my lips over the fine line of her jaw. “My Liz?”