Page 19 of My Alien Sunshine

Nala chuckles at my obvious desire. “You need me too, it seems.”

“I do.” She has no idea how much. “Oh, fuck, Nala…” Gyrating her hips, Nala rubs my erect cock and I nearly spill into my pants. Her very touch is electrifying, every kiss a desperate plea for more.

I moan as she unbuttons my pants to free my cock. This woman is both my savior and my downfall, rubbing her hand along the length of my weeping erection, pressing me firmly against the crotch of her own pants. Every fiber of my being hates the piece of fabric blocking me right now. Without that miserable strip of material, I’d be balls deep inside of her already, basking in her tight heat.

My hands find Nala’s breasts, kneading the perfect mounds. As I flick the nipple with my thumb, Nala throws back her head, whimpering. I slip one hand into her pants, testing her delectable wetness. Her pussy is soaked, wet and ready for me.

“Take these off,” I demand, tugging at the waistband. “Please. I need you, Nala.”

She obliges, sliding off my lap to pull the offending piece of clothing off. My chest rumbles up like a tidal wave until a formidable, desperate growl escapes. Nala backs up a few steps. Rationally, I know she’s just making sure she has space to undress, but my primitive instincts scream at me to never let her run away from me again. For once, I succumb to those urges.

I yank Nala back to me. Squealing at the sudden unexpected jolt, she falls back into my lap, one pant leg still hanging from her ankle. I don’t care, because I can’t wait any longer. I grab her by her hips, lifting her up to sit astride my lap.

“You’re eager,” she purrs, grinning, but I can hear the need in her voice. She wants this just as much as I do.

“Always,” I manage to grunt out before guiding her down, sinking into her wet heat in one motion.

Throwing my head back, I hiss. The pleasure is overwhelming and with terrific shame, I realize I won’t last. What is wrong with me? Normally, I can happily pound into a female for hours, bringing her one orgasm after another before finally coming myself. With Nala, all it takes is a single thrust and I’m ready to mark her with my cum. That won’t do. I must bring her pleasure first. I must…

“Oh, god,” she moans, grinding up and down my shaft. “You have such a great cock, Faelin.”

Fuck, how am I supposed to last when she says things like this? When she moans my name out loud? When she’s riding my cock like a sex crazed beast?

No. This can’t be happening to me. I forbid myself from coming and focus on Nala’s pleasure instead.

Placing one hand on her hip to prevent Nala from moving, I use the other to tease these perfect nipples of hers. As soon as she’s whimpering and begging to move, I stand from the couch, carrying her with me. Nala’s legs automatically wrap around my waist, forcing my cock to pump deeper as we stumble over to the bed. It’s a challenge not to just drop to the floor and rut Nala like an animal in heat

I set her down, somehow managing to stay wedged inside, then rearrange our bodies until I can access that beautiful little clit of hers. “Yes, yes, right there!” she screams, writhing in ecstacy. Her pussy squeezes and pulsates rhythmically as she comes, and that is my undoing.

I explode with a roar, my body vibrating as pleasure more intense than anything I’ve ever experienced before overcomes me. When the madness ebbs, I capture Nala’s mouth with mine. “You’re mine,” I tell her, my breath heavy from exertion. “I’m not letting you leave me again. I will protect you. I will do anything you want, except let you go. You. Are. Mine.”

She returns my kisses fervently before burying her face in the crook of my neck. “You don’t know anything about me,” she whispers.

“I know enough. I know you, Nala. Please, let me in.”

Shoulders twitching, Nala starts sobbing again, tears running down and soaking the sheets beneath us. I patiently wait for the tears to ebb. When she finally manages to gain back some of her stoic persona, she doesn’t look up but manages to say, “It’s complicated.”

“Everything in life is complicated,” I retort. “That’s not a bad thing. Please, tell me what’s going on so that I can help you.”

She’s avoiding my eyes, biting down so hard on her lower lip it’s turning white from the pressure. I’m practically holding my breath in anticipation. Is she finally going to tell me her secret?

Still silent, Nala shoves at my shoulder, wriggling in an attempt to slide out from beneath me. I’m reluctant to let her go but I understand the need for space, especially as this looks like we’re about to get serious, and no one wants to have a serious conversation while trapped in a vulnerable position.

“Give me a minute,” she whispers, collecting her clothes from where they lay heaped on the floor before disappearing into the bathroom.

I force myself not to follow. Since we’re about to have a serious conversation, I wipe my cock off the best I can with a wad of tissues and pull my pants back on. Just as I’m beginning to worry that Nala’s taking too long and wondering whether there’s a window in the bathroom she might have used to escape, she returns. She’s fully clothed with that hefty cloak pulled around her like metaphorical armor.

I gesture to the empty space beside me on the bed but Nala just shakes her head, refusing to sit. She looks so crestfallen I want to pull her into my lap so I can offer my emotional support, but as I make the slightest motion forward, she steps back. “Don’t, please,” she whispers, freezing me in place.

“I’m sorry. I promise I’ll never touch you against your will, Nala, but please, I need you to talk to me.”

She just shakes her head again. “You think you want me, but you don’t. Not really. You don’t know anything about me.”

“That’s not true. I know you’re strong. You’re a survivor. I know you’ve been betrayed and disappointed too many times for trust to come easily to you but I promise, you can trust me. What can I do to prove it to you?”

I half expect to hear her demand I leave, but she just sighs. “Faelin…”

“Nala?” I’m losing her, I can feel it. I have to figure out how to get through to her. “I’m here for you. I can protect you. You are the most important person in my life.” Is it too soon for such declarations? Possibly, but I don’t know what else to say, how else to convince her to confide in me.

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