When She’s Merry Read Online Ruby Dixon

Categories Genre: Alien, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal, Romance, Virgin Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 34527 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 173(@200wpm)___ 138(@250wpm)___ 115(@300wpm)
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“How…how’s this?” I manage between kisses. “Still good?”

“Less talk, more kissing.”

His mouth captures mine again and then neither of us speaks for a long time. Heat races through my veins, pulsing between my legs, and I rub up against one of his thighs. Oh god, I suddenly want to come so bad. The kissing is incredible, but I want more. I’m greedy and I don’t care that we’re on the floor in Liesje’s small, crowded house. If he doesn’t touch me somewhere below the neck in the next moment, I might lose my mind.

But Sinath seems to be determined to be respectful. His mouth is hungry on mine, his hands in my hair, and we’re cradled against one another, that tail tight on my leg. I slide a hand to his chest and then touch one of his tight, hard nipples. “Can I touch you?”

He nods against my mouth, his eyes hooded with arousal. “Kef yes.”

I slide my hand even lower, between his thighs, and I’m not surprised in the slightest to find him fully erect and hard under his clothes. To my intense relief, he’s not packing an absolute monster like so many of his race are. He’s nice and plenty big for a human woman like myself, but not so big that he’ll rearrange my organs. I feel like Goldilocks in that I’ve found my “just right” after a past of “too big,” and I sigh with pleasure. “This is nice.”

Sinath’s breath hisses between his teeth and he clenches me tight against him. “Devin.”

“Tell me if it’s too much. If I should slow down.”

His laughter huffs over my face. “Kef no.” He gives me another desperate, hard kiss. “Your hands. Your mouth. I want all of it.” Then he pauses, lifting his lips from mine to study my face. “But only if you want it. If we’re both having fun, that is.”

It’s so strange to see him uncertain…but it’s sweet, too. I like that he’s checking in with me. That he’s making sure I’m not getting in too deep or that I’ll have regrets.

I won’t. Even if Sinath wants nothing more than a convenient hand-job, it’s nice to fool around like a teenager again. I love feeling sexual again, owning my sexuality. Kissing and touching as pleasure and not currency. This is the best gift he could have given me.

So I stroke his cock with my hand under the blankets, and I let my mouth play against his. “Merry Christmas, Sin.”

The choked sound he makes is everything. It’s like he forgets how to kiss the moment my hand goes below the belt. His mouth moves against mine, but it’s not the sweet kissing from before. It’s interrupted with gasps and him sucking in a breath as I rub the heel of my palm against his shaft. Even through his clothes, I can feel the ridges on his cock, and something that feels like a piercing on the head. I take control of the kiss, letting my tongue tease over his lips and whispering lewd suggestions to him as I work his shaft with my hand, and I’m not surprised when it doesn’t take very long before he’s grinding against my grip, his breath hitching.

When he comes, I muffle his groan with another kiss, hoping we don’t wake Liesje, because I’m not sure how I’m going to explain this one.

Sinath’s tail squeezes my leg tightly, and he clutches me against his chest, shuddering, as his release works through him. I remain still, stroking his arms as he comes down, and when the tension finally ebbs from him, he opens dazed eyes to gaze at me with wonder. “You are incredible.”

“I am pretty great,” I whisper back, amused. His stunned demeanor is kind of adorable. I kiss him again, a quick peck this time. “Thank you for the lovely holiday. Even if you don’t believe me, I really am feeling pretty merry right now.”

For all that this has been a weird holiday, it’s made Liesje happy. It’s made me happy, too. It’s given me something to look forward to and made me feel like a person again. Sometimes I get so caught up in farming and the day-to-day of what needs to be done that I forget to relax and enjoy myself. Jerry reminds me to slow down and take care of myself (and him by proxy), but being with Sinath is different. It’s like he reminds me that it’s okay to laugh, even at this end of the universe.

I didn’t realize how much I missed laughing. Or being sexy.

With a sigh, I press my forehead to his ridged one, content.

“Well,” Sinath breathes. “I’m not sure how I’m going to explain the stain on the front of my trou in the morning.”

I bite back a giggle. “If you want to take them off to wash them, I promise I won’t say anything. We can lay them out by the heater and they’ll be dry by morning.”



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