Page 21 of Alien Barbarian's Little Human

“I’ve wanted to touch you, for so long,” I groan. The delectable sensations shooting through my skin are nothing short of miraculous. This is everything I’ve dreamed it would be.

Gog’s hands slip around to my back. He undoes the hasp on my halter and tugs it free, baring my breasts. He rears up, gaze dropping to my chest. I cup them and offer myself to him.

“Do you like what you see?”

“Perfection,” he growls, before planting an intense kiss on my mouth. I moan into his kiss as his hands explore my breasts. I can feel the power in his hands, but I know he would never hurt me. He only wants to make me feel good.

Gog kisses and licks his way down to my breasts. Hi mouth envelops my nipple, sucking in a very sensual way, not like a hoover. Gog is on his knees now, but that just puts his head a short distance beneath my own. He’s freaking huge.

Gog’s arms encircle me, cupping my lower back as he gives each of my breasts his full attention. I continue to stroke and explore his horns with my fingers. I find a spot near his ear that seems to make him suck even more intensely on my pliant flesh.

I love him enjoying my body like this. Why did we wait so long for this moment? Time is fleeting in this galaxy. I give myself over to the exultant thrill of his touch, his caress, his supple and skilled tongue.

Gog raises his eyes to meet my own for a moment. He gets what I can only describe as a decidedly dirty look in his lavendergaze. His fingers busy themselves with the leather thongs holding my loincloth in place.

It comes free, and slides down to my thighs. I shimmy and shake until they fall on the floor. He gently pushes me against the wall, then crouches down to stare pointedly between my legs.

Gog’s nostrils flare, and his eyes close as a low, rumbling growl escapes his giant maw.

“You smell so delicious. I must taste you.”

My pulse goes into overdrive. Every nerve in my body is screaming yes at the top of their lungs as he pushes my thighs apart and shoves his face in my pussy. I cry out, hands grasping his horns, as he nuzzles me with nose and mouth. Every molten exhalation against my skin revs my system up another notch.

Using hisd big fingers, Gog pushes my outer lips apart, seeing me at my most vulnerable. I’m dripping wet. I’ve never been dripping wet in my life with any man. His breath falls over my clitorial mound and I shiver like I”m in a blizzard.

His tongue glides through the groove of my wetness, gathering up my juices on the way. The tip just teases my clit before he drops down for another long, slow lick. I’ve never experienced anything like this. It’s like everything he does is pure magic.

Gog rises to his feet, lifting me on his shoulders. A deep moan forces its way out of my mouth. He plants my back against one of the hides on his wall. His lips envelope my outer labia, sucking up my juices like it’s the most delicious thing he’s ever tasted.

The pulses of fire throbbing from between my legs shoot up to my brain with ever increasing speed. When he latches onto my clitoris and suckles, I fly right over the edge of climax. I know our neighbors hear my scream. I hope they don’t think I’m being murdered. Somehow I doubt that, though. Everyone seemed to know about me and Gog except for, well, me and Gog.

He easily sets me down on his bed, lifting his glistening face from between my thighs. Gog watches as I shiver through all of the aftershocks, scarcely able to even think.

“Micah,” he rumbles. “I love you.”

My eyes snap open. I look up into his violet gaze, and I know that I can’t lie.

“I love you, Gog.”

He crawls up, covering my body with his massive form and hugging me tight. I wrap my arms and legs around him, burying my face in his shoulder. God help me, I’m glad I didn’t find a way home yet. I don’t know if I’d go home if there were a legit chance.

He lifts his head, and we stare into each other’s eyes. I feel the glow of his love, and the heat of his desire. I reach down between us and grasp his hard shaft.

“Make love to me, Gog,” I beg. “Please.”

Gog mashes his mouth on top of my own with a fierce kiss. He gets up on his knees, using them to push my thighs apart. Gog grips his shaft and guides it between my wide open lips. My eyes squeeze shut as he glides inside, filling me with his considerable but perfect girth. When he slides in all the way, I let out a sharp gasp, and my eyes snap open.

Gog thrusts into me for the first time. I gasp, arching my back to let him in even deeper. My pussy convulses, trying to draw him in more. It’s perfect, just perfect. I never want this night to end.

His hands grip my hips as he rocks into me again and again. I work with him, synching up with his movements until we become a well oiled machine whose only labor is pleasure. The fire builds and builds, scalding and searing my nerves with the ecstasy of perfection.

Gog’s grunts come faster, just like his thrusts. He moves with my reactions, finding the best way to please me. His powerful body tenses taut as a bowstring. I know he wants to let go. I grindinto him, a cacophony of moans and cries shooting out of me and echoing off the stone walls of the hut.

Gog roars as he releases his seed inside of me. His cock throbs like mad, driving me over the edge of an even bigger orgasm than before. I think my soul comes out of my body for a moment. When it slams back into corporeal reality, I scream my throat raw with ecstasy. Again and again, I reach a crescendo only to rise to even greater heights.

At last, he collapses on top of me, spent, as I continue to writhe in delight. I wrap my legs around him, my arms, gasping out follow up climaxes into his ear until I, too, am spent.

“Gog,” I gasp. “That was wonderful.”

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