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Torus’s ship was really huge when it was expanded. Molly had been riding around in it their whole honeymoon but she’d never seen the full ship until now.
Once they reached low orbit around the Earth, the big Kindred gave her a tour. There was a living area with a couch and a screen for watching vids, a food prep area with a table and two chairs, a bathroom or “fresher” as the Kindred called it that had a large shower and a sleeping chamber with a bed big enough for four humans…or one Giant Kindred and his companion.
It wasn’t quite as large as the bungalow they’d been staying in, but it was close. And of course, everything was built to an even larger scale, so Molly felt like a little kid in a house designed for adults.
Not that Torus made her feel little or immature. He wasn’t guilty of picking her up and carrying her around without asking first. And when he wanted to talk to her, he almost always went down to his knees or simply sat on the floor beside her. It put the two of them more on the same level and made communication much easier.
After finally getting something to eat, they settled on the couch and Torus put on a vid of warm red and gold and orange flames. It came with soothing music, though Molly couldn’t name the instruments that were being played. Some kind of flute and drum combination, she speculated, as she snuggled up against the big Kindred’s side.
“Mmm, sweetheart, would you like to get closer?” His mental voice was a deep rumble in her mind.
“Closer how?” Feeling daring, Molly straddled his lap, facing him. “Like this?” she asked.
“That’s perfect.” He stroked her cheek, his eyes sleepy with desire. “You’re so beautiful—I love just looking at you.”
Molly could feel her cheeks getting hot with a blush. She had never considered herself particularly beautiful—thinking of your own beauty was the sin of vanity and she’d heard plenty of lectures about it growing up. Plus, she had too many freckles to really be considered pretty.
“Why do you think such things about yourself?” Torus sent. “You ARE beautiful and each one of your freekles—I mean freckles—is perfect. Didn’t I tell you I wanted to kiss every single one of them?”
“You did say something like that,” Molly admitted. “But I thought you were just being, you know, sweet.”
“I was being serious,” he rumbled in her head. “Would you like me to show you?”
Molly felt a shiver of desire rush through her. Her nipples were suddenly tight little peaks under the sundress she wore (she had showered and changed into a different one before they left the bungalow) and her pussy felt warm and wet.
She became aware that Torus was hard too. She was sitting astride him and she could feel the thick ridge of his cock pressing against her clit—he was rubbing her just the right way through his flight leathers and her panties.
“Mmm, you like how that feels, sweetheart?” He rolled his hips up, pressing against her and making Molly moan with a sudden burst of pleasure.
“God, yes!” she panted out loud.
“Then why don’t you let me kiss you—kiss your freckles, baby?” he murmured. “Every last one of them?”
“If…if you really want to,” Molly murmured.
In answer, he wrapped his arms around her and stood up, holding her against him.
“Oh—where are we going?” Molly asked.
“To the sleeping chamber…so we can get more comfortable.”
And he carried her down the short hallway and into the bedroom where he laid her carefully on the bed.
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MOLLY
Molly was filled with a mixture of excitement and apprehension. Did he really want to kiss her all over? Like—all over her entire body?
She got her answer soon enough when Torus took off his shirt and boots and lay down on the vast mattress beside her. The bed was covered in a warm, fuzzy dark blue spread that felt ultra soft against her skin. Just laying on it was a sensuous experience…and then he kissed her.
Molly moaned softly as the big Kindred took her mouth with his. They’d had a dessert that had a faint cinnamon-spice flavor to it and that was what his tongue tasted like when he invited her in.
She liked it that he was always careful with her and never forced his tongue down her throat like Zach always had. She knew a lot of women liked rough sex but that wasn’t for Molly—she’d had enough roughness during her marriage to last her a lifetime. She much preferred the way Torus was so gentle with her. He treated her like she was precious to him.
“You are precious to me, sweetheart,” he rumbled through their link. “Why don’t you let me show you? Are you ready to let me kiss your freckles now?”
All the long, slow, hot kissing had warmed Molly up. She enjoyed tasting his lips so much it made her want to feel them elsewhere on her body.
