Mail Order Mom

“Susanna.” He took my hands in his, staring at me intently. “I’d love to keep it that way. Everything I told you right now was said in confidence.”

“You don’t have to worry about me,” I assured him. “But have you considered eventually telling the truth about all of that? Maybe to Gelnall’s parents, at least?”

He scoffed. “Her parents would never believe me. They would accuse me of lying, only fueling more rumors. I don’t want my children to hear whatever nasty things may be said about their mother after that.”

I didn’t argue with that. After all, he knew those people much better than I did. Things might change with time, and he might reconsider his decision in the future.

“I’ll just have to warn you,” I said. “I’ll have a hard time not snapping at your ex-mother-in-law if she tells me I fell for a dangerous man.”

“So, you fell for me?” His voice lifted.

I shook my head with a smile. “Is that all you got from what I’ve just said?”

He shifted closer. “No, but that part struck me as the most exciting.” He circled me with his arms, pulling me into his lap. “You are my heart, Susanna.”

I cupped his face, leaning my forehead against his. “I really, really care about you, Xavran.”

He roamed his hands up and down my back. “You’ve taken over my thoughts completely. At night, I dream about you. During the day, I think about you constantly. I haven’t felt such a fierce desire for anyone before. But it’s so much more than that. I feel at peace, knowing you’re in my home with my children. I trust you. In my mind, I talk to you about everything that has happened to me during the day. You are in every aspect of my life now, even when you aren’t physically there.”

I placed a kiss on the corner of his mouth.

“You’ve given me more than any man has before. You’ve given me purpose.” That was true. In his home, I felt needed. He made me feel appreciated more than I had ever been in my entire life.

As for the desire...

“I’ve never wanted a man in my life more than I want you,” I whispered into his ear.

I wished to do now everything we’d done through the hologram of the communication device before. When I rocked my hips, however, the sand covering his pants grated against my inner thighs.

“The sand is everywhere.” I bit my lip in frustration. “It won’t work.”

I thought about his self-lubricating bumps. If sand stuck to them, sex would really hurt both him and me.

He exhaled a humorless laugh. “Of all the things that may keep you from me, I’ve never thought of the sand.” He kissed my neck, kneading my backside. “We have to keep our clothes on, then.”

I couldn’t take my hands off him. I caressed the back of his neck as he kissed the side of mine. “It’s best not to touch then, either.”

He slid his hands up my sides to cup my breasts.

“Who said anything about not touching?” he growled. “I’ve been dreaming about caressing, stroking, and fondling every part of your body. Everything you’ve shown me on the screen, I need to touch for myself now.” Finding my nipples through my bra and dress, he rubbed and pinched them, turning them hard in an instant. “These are just as sensitive through all these layers,” he murmured approvingly.

Desire sparked in my body. Pressure throbbed between my legs. Straddling his thighs, I pressed my core against his hardening length through his pants and my panties.

He groaned, bucking his hips.

“No,” he rasped. Sliding his hand between us, he replaced his dick with his hand.

Somewhere in my mind clouded by lust, I understood that if we were to spend two weeks in the desert with no water to wash up, he would prefer not to come into his pants.

Then, all thoughts left me as he curled his finger, rubbing at my most sensitive spot through my panties.

“Oh, yesss...” I gripped the horns on his shoulders, riding his hand.

With his other hand, he massaged my breast, pinching the tip between his thumb and his finger, just like I had done on camera before. The sensation was even more intense now, when it was his large hand caressing my body instead of my own.

Everything fell away, even the howls of the storm above us. Climax teased me, flickering on the tips of his fingers.

I arched my back, pressing my chest into his touch and rubbing my core against his hand, harder and faster.

“Oh, God, yes... Xavran, I’m...”

Orgasm crested, blinding me with pleasure. Gripping his shoulder horns, I pressed my forehead to the side of his neck, riding the waves. He stroked me gently, sending ripples of aftershock through my body, then held me in his arms.

“You’re even better in person than on screen,” I finally managed, catching my breath.

He chuckled.

“Wait until I finally have the chance to get you out of these clothes.”