Free Alien Romance: Alien Heart (Scifi Paranormal Alien Abduction Invasion Cyborg Romance) (New Adult Mystery Adventure Shifter Warrior Short Stories) by Emma Taylor Page B

we wouldn’t have rubbed against each other. I had to get rid of my nightgown and panties and he had to get his boxers off. That’s boxers, not briefs. Boxers are more manly. Twelve year old boys wear briefs. Men wear boxers.
    We found a perfect way to get my panties down my legs and off. Andrei kept his hands inside the panties and I wiggled my way up his body. I started out with my nose, happily nestled in his chest hair. I’m pleased to report that he wasn’t hairy. He had enough hair on his chest to be a man but nothing more.
    I moved, as sinuously as I could, up his body until I could kiss him. Mother Nature gave woman breasts to feed our babies and keep our men. That’s the prevailing wisdom. There’s another reason. She gave them to us as a reward for being women. My boobs have millions of nerve endings, most of them centered in my nipples. The intensity of the feelings generated by those nerve endings made me dizzy. I rubbed them against his chest hair and paused again so he could kiss and take them in his mouth. I whispered to him, “You do such a wonderful job with your lips, would you mind if I stayed right here for a few more minutes so you could do it some more.” Surprise, he agreed.
    My body has an unbreakable bond with my emotions. Everything my body experiences is reproduced in my feelings.
    I fell in love, completely and all the way, as I held myself over Andrei. I cradled his head in my arms and rocked back and forth. He created warmth inside me that was undeniable, and the warmth stimulated warmth inside my heart and was also undeniable. I felt the things women feel when they love a man. All of them were born in my heart as Andrei touched and nuzzled me.
    I won’t make you uncomfortable with the next part. We did the things you expect we’d do when we made love with one notable occurrence. I saw and felt my first and, hopefully, only male erection; and it was attached to the man I love.
    I’ve read that companies make products with that same male shape because ladies like it. I do. Instinctively, we know that it’s important to our happiness in our marriages and to the creation of our children. How could we not love it.
    One more important moment. We were nearing the end of our lovemaking. We were both covered in sweat, (Yes, I know. Women don’t sweat. They become warm and glowy. I sweat.) and he had entered me with patience and understanding. We worked together in the oldest dance until skyrockets went off inside me and I groaned and grunted (I know ladies don’t grunt. Nonsense. I grunted and I’m proud of it.) until I was finished. That was the happiest moment of my life. I could look up into the face of the man I loved and feel the beautiful glow that comes after a man who knows how to do it, takes care of the woman he loves.
    Men aren’t blessed with sensitivity. Most men in that situation would think of their own needs and let us fend for ourselves. Andrei put off his completion to let me find mine then he did the sweetest thing. He stopped. It took a lot of concentration. His face was screwed up in an expression of pain and need. He looked me in the eye and said, “Are you sure about this? I can finish outside of you. You don’t need to face a pregnancy along with life with a vampire. Both at the same time. What would you like?”
    I’d like to have twelve sons who are just like him. I caressed his cheek and told him, “My feelings haven’t changed. If all I get out of this is a child, I’m happy. Go ahead.” I wrapped my arms around his neck and brought him down for a good hard kiss. “Thank you for asking, my love. It meant more to me than you’ll ever know.”
    He nodded, which was more than I expected and began to penetrate and withdraw with a purpose. I helped by moving my hips in time with his and by clenching my internal muscles.
    Then it happened. I thought falling in love was heavenly. Changing from a single woman into a mother made it pale in comparison. I felt him