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hadn’t
had that particular conversation since she’d been his age. “All right, then. I
suppose we can move forward.”
    They undressed
each other slowly. Layla had never felt sexier than
she did when his gaze roved hungrily over every inch of her newly bared flesh.
He seemed to admire every part of her equally. She enjoyed the sight of him
just as much, pausing to appreciate his graceful limbs, narrow chest and hips,
and silky, ivory-pale skin. Like all Zaraxians , he
was hairless everywhere below the shoulders, though she was delighted to see a
delicate fringe of dark curls framing the base of his cock. As for that feature
of his anatomy, which she had spent more time visualizing than she cared to
admit, she found it every bit as appealing as the rest of him. Long and smooth,
it reared up against a set of rocky abs honed to perfection in the gravity gym. Jaret did little more than stare, unsure what to do
next. Layla stretched out on top of the covers,
extending a hand.
    “Come
to me,” she whispered.
    Hesitant,
he rested one knee on the edge of the bed and began to crawl toward her. His
cock, so hard she imagined she could see its dark veins throbbing under the
tight skin, slapped against his thighs as he moved. Layla assisted him by sliding both hands around his waist and guiding him into
position between her open legs. His eyes were wide with anxiety, and his breath
came in shallow rasps. He looked down at their bodies pressed together and tilted
his hips so that the tip of his cock brushed the wet folds of her pussy.
    “Go
ahead,” she coaxed him, opening her legs wider. “It’s what we both want—need.
And don’t worry. You won’t hurt me.”
    He squinted, his
expression becoming one of intense concentration. Bracing his arms on either
side of the bed, he drove his body forward and pushed himself inside her. Layla clutched his shoulders, squeezing his flesh as he
pumped his hips in quick, staccato thrusts. Bursts of heat filled her while the
rigid swell of his thick base stimulated her swelling clit. The excitement
generated by her earlier fantasies about him faded to insignificance compared
to the real sensations flooding her body. Every lunge forced her closer to the
edge.
    Just
before she got there, Jaret’s body went rigid above
her, and he moaned as sudden climax gripped him. Worried that he would pull
away and leave her stranded, Layla slid her hands to
his buttocks and forced him deeper inside.
    “Don’t—stop—”
she managed to gasp, arching her hips and grinding her clit against him. At
last, their friction triggered her own implosion. The sweet pull of orgasm
clutched at her and turned their entwined bodies into a single flash of
white-hot light. Her head spun a little as she floated down, her fingers still
pressed into his sweat-slicked skin and her thighs still clasping his narrow
hips. Gradually, he slowed his thrusts and soon eased himself out of her.
    His
face flushed with a mixture of triumph and self-consciousness she found
endearing. “Did you find that pleasurable?” he asked as he stretched out beside
her.
    “I
did.” She traced path down the center of his chest. “And you?”
    “I
found it one of the most exhilarating experiences of my life,” he said, a touch
of wonder in his voice. “I understand now what you meant about seeing immediate
results.”
    Layla nodded. “Giving the other person pleasure should be
every bit as rewarding as experiencing it for oneself.”
    “I
shall remember that.” To her surprise, Jaret shifted
away from her and sat up. “And now I am afraid I must take my leave. The study
group has been gracious enough to reschedule the review session I embarrassed
myself at earlier today. I trust I will be able to concentrate more effectively
this time.   I will not, of course,
elaborate on the reasons for my recovery.”
    “Of
course not.” Layla watched with some amusement as he
got up and gathered his clothing. Did he think a brief sexual