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human’s. She had not done much experimentation back on Earth, but what experience she had told her that the friction was going to be delightful.
    The mask was strange but it suited him.
    She licked her lips. “What is your name?”
    “Arbor-Dren.”
    She took a step toward him. “Hello, Arbor-Dren. I am Myra.”
    He reached up and pulled the mask from his face.
    Tattoos marked his skin beneath where the mask had been, giving him a fierce appearance and turned his roughly hewn features into an intimidating snarl. Myra stepped forward with a smile and lifted a hand to his cheek, rubbing the markings with her thumb. “Definitely intimidating.”
    He looked down at her, but his eyes were so dark, it was hard to tell if they were crossed or not. “You are not repulsed?”
    She threaded her fingers through his dark hair and pulled his head to hers. She didn’t know what he expected from her, but she knew what she wanted from him.
    Her skin still glowed with light, and this would dim her down to a tolerable level. A whisper from her lips said, “You are not turned off by my alien pedigree?”
    Arbor-Dren pulled her to him, his erection pinned between them. “It is not even in my thoughts.”
    He kissed her again, and the images that flooded her mind were definitely not concerned with her point of origin.
    He moved his hands over her back, cupping her butt and pulling her up against him. She locked her legs around him and gripped the hard curves of his shoulders with her fingers. He walked to the bed with her plastered to him, and he lowered her to the yielding surface.
    He moved until she was up at the head of the bed before he pried her hands from his shoulders and unwrapped her legs from his hips.
    With the light streaming in through the window, she should have been nervous, should have been. Instead, the exposure to light made her more wanton. When he ran his hands down her body from neck to groin, she arched into his touch. His fingers were slightly rough, and the feeling was delightful.
    Kneeling between her thighs, he stroked both hands over her from shoulder to hip and everything in between. Her nipples ached as he abraded them gently, and his thumbs stroked a sensitive spot just above her pubic bone.
    Myra bit her lip as he familiarised himself with her skin. Every point that he touched glowed hot white. The brightness seemed to fascinate Arbor-Dren, because he had no urgency as he continued to stroke her skin.
    She giggled when he ran his fingers up the backs of her knees, and he smiled, slowly pulling his fingers across the sensitive skin again. She kicked reflexively and he chuckled.
    When Arbor-Dren moved one hand between her thighs, she held her breath until she was about to pass out. His fingers moved slowly over her folds and sought out her clit. There was a bit of fumbling, but he moved so deliberately that it didn’t matter. When his fingertips grazed his clit, she jumped, her thighs shivered.
    He stroked her, watching every flinch and quiver.
    She blushed as her body started to move her hips against his hand. When a human realised that their bodies had an entire repertoire of moves to share with a partner that had nothing to do with deliberate thought, it was always a humbling moment.
    She closed her eyes and let the pleasure take over. Her breath came faster as he stroked two fingers into her, and his other hand stroked her clit. When she got close to orgasm, she tried to move away from him, but there was no escape. He continued the slow strokes until the invisible coil snapped, and she bucked rhythmically against his hands. Light burst from her in waves, and she fought for control of anything around her.
    Arbor-Dren kept his hands moving until she slumped on the bed, sweating and breathing heavily.
    He withdrew his fingers and licked them. She watched from between her narrowed eyes; her blush could have lit a fire.
    Arbor-Dren moved over her with slow focus. His chest rubbed against her skin as he