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that trait as a way he showed his arousal.
    “Yeah, and if we don’t want to slide around all day in them, we wear a barrier.”
    “And your men?”
    “They don’t like their shit to bounce, I guess. At least, that’s what the ex said.”
    “The male who was previously in your bed?”
    “Like a year ago, but yeah.”
    “His shit bounced?” He had a vaguely disgusted, disbelieving look on his face.
    “No, I mean his penis and testes.” She rolled her eyes. “Didn’t you pick up any slang when you were studying us? Geez.”
    “I picked up some, but your usage of slang words that do not fit with the acceptable definition is puzzling and strange.”
    “Well,” she allowed, “that is true.” But then she quickly changed the subject again. “Does this mean you’re going to let me go now?”
    “No, but I will release you from your bindings.”
    “Good.”
    “Right after I wash you. You do secrete copious fluids, and as pleasant as they feel against your sensitive and soft flesh, it seems that it would be uncomfortable for you if they dried like that.” He was leering at the meeting of her still wide-spread legs and licking his lips.
    Her eyes goggled wide as she stared at him. He was seriously going to wash her?
    Really? It proved to be true as he made his way into her en suite bathroom. She heard water running. Valan returned shortly with a steaming washcloth and climbed between her sprawled legs.
    “This is interesting,” he pointed out as he pressed the warm cloth against her still sensitive skin. “Your flesh seems to react to heat.”
    He leaned in to get a closer look, and Kilana was caught between closing her legs in embarrassment and spreading them further. The heat trailing up her spine at his merest touch was delicious. She felt debauched and exposed and was really not minding it all that much. With gentle fingers, he spread apart her labia and peered in closely to examine her clitoris.
    “So tiny, yet capable of making you create the most amazing sounds and making your body dance at my finger tips. Observe,” he added, looking up at her as if she was going to watch this new pleasure assault.
    Well, of course she was going to watch, she reasoned as he gently stroked one finger over the cowl of her clitoris. She just needed to ensure that he didn’t do anything harmful. And then she ignored the mental snort that her inner woman gave. The alien
    looked hot, and her body was still hungry. She knew at this point any excuses that she made about giving in to this were just that — excuses. The alien had obviously studied up on human anatomy and deep inside, her inner kink-ball voyeur wanted to watch.
    So she stared at the pale, lithe male between her legs, watched his eyes glowing again as he pawed at her most intimate parts.
    “You become so wet for me,” he mused, his fingers tracing the swollen lips of her labia. “Fascinating.”
    The cloth was tossed aside as she felt herself moisten and swell. “I assume an acceptable recovery period has elapsed?” he arched one eyebrow and waited for her answer.
    “I — I guess…”
    “Good.” His grin threatened to split his face as he began to pet her in earnest. “I don’t want you uncomfortable. That affects your flavor.”
    Then, before she could comment, he was stroking her, gripping the cowl of her clit between two fingers and pumping it like he was jacking her dick.
    “It is almost like a small penis,” he pointed out, moving faster as her hips came up off the bed and her loud gasps filled the room. “Does this not feel pleasurable?”
    Kilana could only stare wide-eyed as the sensations running through her caused her to throw her hips up, to get more of the fire that was beginning to burn brightly once more.
    “I like this reaction,” he mused, his voice almost a whimper as he leaned over her, as his hair wrapped around her thighs and lifted. “It is very stimulating to my senses.”
    Kilana was gasping and moaning now, her eyes