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.Self-restraint wins out, and we get through the niceties of Zeph thanking Carl, Carl giving an “aw shucks, t’warnt nothin’” response, and several assurances from both Carl and me that I’m fine, just tired and sore.I finally get Carl out the door and swing around to grab Zeph, pulling him into another deep kiss, complete with tongue-dueling and muffled moans.I press my body to his and feel just how much he’d missed me, but I feel something else, too.The muscles under the skin of his rounded abdomen contract sharply, then release.I pull back in shock, and Zeph gives the small, crooked smile that’s the biggest he ever shows.“I have begun the labor process,” he states unnecessarily.Adrenalin rushes through me again, leaving me shaking for an entirely different reason than just moments earlier.“We need to… What do we do?” Control slips away in a matter of seconds, until Zeph takes my hands in both of his.“We do as we want.” His voice stays calm.“The contractions began only just before you arrived.They are likely to continue for some time.” He smiles that crooked smile again.“My research has led me to a number of things that will help relieve the minor pains and perhaps speed up the process.Orgasm is highly recommended.”I can’t help but laugh, and I press my mouth to his.“Well, then,” I say, pulling him toward our bedroom.“Guess we should follow the doctors’ orders.”§ § §I know that once the baby comes, it’s likely to be some time before we can have sex again.Labor and birth will put a great deal of stress on Zeph’s body, and the baby will require most of our attention and energy.So I’m determined to make this time memorable.I undress us both, not rushing but not dragging things out, and lead Zeph to the bed, encouraging him to stretch out across the mattress.His body moves fluidly, graceful despite the changed shape of his abdomen.Muscles shift and bunch under his smooth skin until he settles, head on the pillows, long arms and legs relaxed against the crisp white sheets.His face is serene; beautiful, clear green eyes watching as I move over him.I start with his mouth, teasing his lush lips with the tip of my tongue, nipping the full pout lightly before kissing him, slow and deep.His hand comes up to tangle in my hair, and while I don’t want him to exert himself tonight, I don’t stop him, either.I know how much he loves to feel the strands running through his fingers.He isn’t talkative during sex, though he’s grown more so over the months, but his reactions make it plain when he enjoys something.Once I’m satisfied with our kiss—for the time being, anyway—I move on, running my lips down his throat, across his chest, spending a little time on his nipples.As with his lips, these are not as sensitive as most humans’, but he does get some degree of pleasure, so I’m careful not to neglect them.I’m surprised, though I shouldn’t be, when a spurt of liquid hits my mouth.I jerk back and look up at him, and the shock must show on my face, because his hand slides from my hair to cup my cheek.“Yes, we excrete a milky substance with which to nurture our young, just as humans do,” he says, and I smile and shake my head at myself.“I just never thought about it,” I admit.“You didn’t… I mean—” I nod toward his chest.“You don’t have, y’know, breasts.”Zeph nods.“The development process is somewhat different from that of humans, as with others.The stores will be small, but sufficient.”His dry recitation of the facts of Lalandian life shouldn’t be a turn-on, but then, everything about him is a turn-on to me.I give his nipples another few licks before I move on, kissing my way over the curve of his abdomen in my quest for the true prize.That would be his cock, nestled into the cut of his hip, heavy and hard.He has almost no pubic hair, Lalandian bodies being much less hairy in general than human, and the skin around his cock is just as pale and smooth as it is everywhere else.His dick is an angry red, though, filled with blood and all but begging for touch.I can’t deny it.I suck him down all the way in one long glide, my eyelids fluttering shut as the taste of him explodes across my tongue.His flavors have changed as the pregnancy has progressed, a result of the fluctuating hormones, but with the exception of one week when he tasted like a milder version of one of those nasty cheese-food things he was eating, none of it has been anything but delicious to me.Zeph has a tendency to lie very still during foreplay, but I’ve gotten used to listening to the small sounds he makes and smelling the changes in his pheromones to gauge how he’s doing.And considering the sounds aren’t all that small and his scent is sending my body right to the edge, he’s doing pretty damn well right now [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]