Mari's Mistake (Icehome, #10)

by Ruby Dixon

I'm also not prepared for him to pause and stare at the dark triangle of curls between my thighs. He stops his work completely and I can feel my face heating in a blush. I steal another glance at his enormous equipment, and yeah, he's hairless, his private area as bare as any porn star, and his rather large sac a fascinatingly deep shade of blue. His cock's also swelling, his khui humming urgently, and there's that odd spur thing on top that someone mentioned. "That's an awful lot to take in," I tell him as our eyes meet. "And that's not me making a pun on your size. Though I probably should, because you are an awful lot." He rumbles something, his long hair sliding over one shoulder, and then reaches between my legs and gently pets my mound, his fingers stroking lightly. I suck in a breath, shocked at his bold touch…but I don't pull away. "Um…so you just did that. And I should really tell you no." But my cootie is going a mile a minute. "I know we're media naranjas as my mother would say—two halves of a whole—but can we get to know each other first?" I tap my chest. "My name is Marisol. Me llamo Marisol." I tap again, because that might be too many words for him. "Marisol." He reaches down and strokes my pussy again. "M'rsl?" "No, that's not Marisol. I am." A horrified little giggle escapes my throat. "Please, please don't call my pussy Marisol." I tap my chest. "Marisol." I point downstairs. "Pussy. Or concha if you're feeling so inclined, but let's stick to one language...