I stroked his hair. The long silvery-blue strands slipped through my grasp without a hint of tangle. Fisting his silky hair, I pulled his head back, and Kal looked up, his arms tightening around me.
“We can do the experience again if you want,” I said.
His chin rested against the swell of my gut. “I would like that.”
“Good because it was fun, though I don’t ever want to visit that planet.”
Kal nuzzled my belly button. I swallowed, and my dick twitched. My libido had been basically dead for the last three years, but it was waking up with a vengeance. Apparently, all my sex drive needed was a big blue alien.
“The experience will change next time, though,” he said.
“Great.”
Laughter spilled out of his lips.
Not thinking, I kissed him. Kal hauled me onto his lap. Straddling him, I wrapped my arms around his neck and deepened the kiss. Kal growled. He sucked on my tongue, and I moaned, rocking on his lap.
Kal jerked back, and I bit back a swear, not ready for this to end. I shifted closer to continue, but he darted away from my probing lips.
Panting, I asked, “What?”
“We need to talk.”
“Now?”
“Yes,” he said, though he gripped my waist.
“About what?”
“Permissions.”
“What?”
He scrubbed his hair, then seized my side again like he was afraid I would bolt, which, to be fair, I might. “I don’t know how courting is in your culture,” he said, “but my people talk about what is allowed, what is acceptable, and what each person wants. This obviously changes as the relationship grows, but I need some parameters.”
“How healthy,” I remarked. I didn’t think, no I knew, I’d never had such a healthy start to a relationship, besides the whole abduction thing.
The closest I’d gotten to a healthy relationship was with my girlfriend, Analise. When she broke up with me, she’d told me it was because she hadn’t known me. I’d never expressed my opinion or talked of my past. She hadn’t wanted to date a ghost. In my other long-term relationships, my partners had never cared about how I felt.
Not that this, with Kal, was a relationship.
“What do you want to know?” I asked.
“Can I kiss you? Can I hug you or hold your hand? Can I keep my tail around your ankle or wrist? What am I allowed to do and when? What do you like? What don’t you like? If you want to fuck, what are your preferences?” Kal asked in rapid fire like he’d been storing the questions for a while.
His questions were reasonable, but my jaw locked. I didn’t want to talk about anything. “Why can’t we see how it goes?”
“Is that what your culture does?”
“I guess.”
He drew me closer. “I don’t want to upset you, but Ineedthis. I’m on edge because I don’t know what I can and can’t do. I know you’ve made no decisions about the future, which is fine, but I need this.
“As for me, you can kiss, hug, or touch me whenever or wherever you want. I want to fuck, but I’m willing to wait for as long as you need. I like being touched a great deal. I’m very physically affectionate. I do not like being lied to, though. Such as, if you choose not to be with me and want to start another relationship with someone else here, please tell me directly. Don’t lie or hide it from me. I need you to be honest with me.”
Where the fuck did he think I would meet this person? I never left our apartment unless I spent time with Urgg, who was mated, or with Kal, who was my mate, sort of husband.
“Makes sense.”
