...Marlin chuckled. “Anatomically, I’m human. I came into this body at birth, as I explained. Even though I’ve had total awareness since that moment in time, I’m essentially human. That means I’m as sensually tuned in to my body’s needs as anybody else on the planet. Perhaps more so.”

“Ah, yes. This body here.” She ran the back of her hand along his stomach and watched his face ooze pleasure. “You say you might feel things more intensely?”

“It may be true. What about you?”

Supporting her with one arm behind her waist, he brought his free hand toward her heart and spread his fingers wide. Lydia nearly swooned from the sensational resonance she felt between her breasts. Blissful heat seemed to radiate from his palm and out of each finger, through her shirt, warming her skin. Her nipples perked up with excitement when he finally placed one hand over a firm, round breast. She felt a slow electrical pulse from his hand, a current rippling along her skin, some kind of charge that seemed to tingle even on the inside. She gasped as this charge sent a fizzle down around her clitoris. It seemed to tickle her vagina from the inside out.

“Whoa,” she gasped. “Holy…”

The erotic pleasure took hold of her body so completely, words became entirely superfluous. Her eyes slipped into half-moons of total relaxation as Marlin moved his hand from her breast down to her belly and, at the same time, kissed her. For a brief moment, she imagined an addict inhaling opium through a hookah, and wondered if Marlin was breathing some kind of drug into her mouth. Her brain felt anaesthetized, in some kind of delightful drugged state, her endorphins induced by Marlin’s uplifting energy.

As their kissing intensified, currents of energy flowed with greater frequency through every cell in her body. It felt as though their two bodies were shedding their boundaries and melting into light, bringing their spirits closer together.

Lydia quivered from the erotic charge permeating her being.

Her tongue tasted every inch of Marlin’s. She kissed him with the frenzied feeling that she could crawl inside him if she tried hard enough. She heard herself begging him not to stop. He adhered to her wishes, using his ardent tongue strokes.

In spite of the almost overwhelming lightness she felt, she realized she was firmly in her body when she ripped at his sweater, practically clawing to get it off.

“Yes, love, yes,” she heard Marlin saying. He stepped back and pulled it up over his head.

She ran her hands over his naked torso. “Oh, my God,” she blurted, “you feel amazing!”

Marlin looked into her eyes, eager to do whatever she wanted, open to whatever she wished. His blue irises had melted into gold.

“Oh,” she whispered, “that’s so beautiful.”

A physical rush followed.

Marlin pressed her up against the wall and brought his hand beneath her silky top. He slid it behind to unlatch her bra. As the fabric gave way and released her heaving breasts, Marlin ran his hand along her back, between her smooth shoulder blades and down her spine. Lydia nibbled his neck as his fingers reached down inside her slacks, lingering along the top part of her crack. They slowed their frenzied pace and took a moment to feel each other.

Lydia looked into Marlin’s eyes as she ran her hand down the front of his slacks. She felt the impressive bulge that even Taraneusian-hybrids exhibited as a sign of arousal.

He swathed his open palm across her breast and circled it, stopping to tweak her nipple between his fingers. She trembled and shuddered.

“Tell me you want me inside you,” he said.

“I do want you inside me.”

“Tell me what you want to feel.”

Lydia gave him a blank look.

“Say the words. Damn politeness! Say the words, the dirty words. I love that talk.”

“Taraneusians like dirty talk?”

“In human form. I’m all man right now. And I want you to turn me on.”