appreciate about him. He could discuss. He could have a conversation.
He never needed to argue or to be right, but he loved talking things through until he accepted they would never agree, or one side was convinced of the others logic. This time, however, she knew she was going to win.
Stepping forward, she picked up his hand and placed it on her breast. The sensation sent a shock of excitement through her and she couldn’t stop herself from shivering under his touch, despite the fact she was the one that had put his hand there.
“How does this make you feel?”
“Confused,” he said slowly.
“And?”
“Excited.”
“You feel both. And if you think about it, what are these two emotions tied to?”
He opened his mouth, but then stopped. His eyes fell to her breast and he slowly began fondling her.
“My initial reaction was to say love, but I realize now it comes from hope.”
“Hope?” she asked, trying to not close her eyes and lose herself to the pleasure of his touch.
“Hope of what this means. You’re allowing me to touch you. I hope… I hope that you’ve come… that you…”
“You’re afraid to say it?”
“Yes,” he whispered.
“You’re afraid?”
He stepped closer and placed his other hand on her other breast.
“Becoming less so by the moment.”
Gloria moaned softly and placed her hands on top of his.
“And all of these emotions, they’re tied to one single one, spreading out, mmm, from it like a web.”
“Yes,” he said.
“Yes, I see. Love. All of my feelings come from love. Excitement you may love me as well, for I love you. Afraid I’m wrong, because I love you and cannot stand the thought of you not feeling the same.”
“Yes,” she moaned and grabbed at his shirt.
“And your love, does it not make you feel something else for me. Touching me, does it…”
The heat between her legs was growing like a wildfire, spreading throughout her in a rush.
“Arousal,” he said.
“I’ve never been so.”
“Rock,” she breathed. “I know you swore to never touch me until I was willing.”
“I did,” he said, his voice a deep gravel.
“I’m willing. Take me.”
Chapter 6
His hands moved to her shirt in an instant and tore it open. The passion in his movement drew a moan from her. Grabbing his head in both hands, she pulled him close for a kiss.
She couldn’t stand it anymore. Alien or not, she had to feel how his lips felt against her own. The warm roughness of his mouth grazed against her own, and she slipped her tongue into his mouth.
He groaned against her, the deepness of his voice vibrating softly down her throat. His strong hands removed her bra and unfastened her pants. This time, instead of fighting, she helped him push them down to her ankles, and then she kicked them free of her.
Making sure to keep his mouth to her own, she undid the binding of his own pants and pushed them down to the floor. Pressing his body to hers, he moved her until her back touched the wall.
Then licking his fingers, he reached down and touched her already wet lips between her legs. Gloria moaned loudly and clutched to his body.
In his studies it was clear he had learned a few tricks of the female anatomy, because without any effort at all, he found her clit and began working it in gentle circles.
Oh yes,” she breathed against his ear, “just like that. Just like that.”
A tight squeal of delight escaped her throat as he worked his fingers in increasingly fast spins.
“I must have you,” he said.
“Tell me you want me,” she said just before moaning.
When he hesitated, she reached down to his erect penis and squeezed. When she slowly worked her hand up and down him, his entire body shuddered.
“I want you,” he said finally, as though understanding the entirety of what she was asking him.
“Oooh,” she moaned, “I want you too.”
Licking her hand, she reached down and wet the head of him. Rock stepped closer and pulled her leg up