Page 24 of Obsessed

As we make our way back to the station, Davrik's hand finds mine, and our fingers intertwine. The heat between us is palpable, and I can feel my heart racing in my chest. We stumble through the door, and before it even has a chance to close behind us, his lips are on mine.

His kiss is demanding, and I can feel the weight of his desire pressing against me. I moan into his mouth as his hands roam over my body, pulling at my clothes. I reciprocate, tugging at his shirt and fumbling with the fastenings of his pants.

Davrik lifts me up effortlessly, and I wrap my legs around his waist. He carries me over to the wall, and I feel the cool metal against my back as he presses me against it. He hooks my knees over his shoulders, and I gasp as he enters me in one swift motion.

His movements are slow and deliberate at first, teasing me with every stroke. I can feel the tension building inside of me, and I claw at his back, urging him to go faster. He chuckles, a low rumble in his chest, and denies me the release I so desperately crave.

We continue like this for what feels like an eternity, our bodies moving in perfect sync. I can feel the sweat drippingdown my forehead, and my breath comes in ragged gasps. Davrik's eyes are locked on mine, and I can see the raw desire in them.

Finally, he relents, and I feel the wave of pleasure crash over me. My body convulses, and I cry out his name as I come. He follows shortly after, his own release shuddering through him.

We stay like that for a moment, our breathing heavy and labored. Davrik lowers me gently to the ground, and I lean against him, my legs still shaking. He kisses me softly on the forehead, and I can feel the love in his touch.

I gaze up at Davrik, his chest heaving with exertion, and I can't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. But as I look down at his still semi-hard cock, I realize that I'm not done with him yet.

With a mischievous grin, I drop to my knees in front of him, my heart pounding in my chest. I've never done this before, and the sheer size of him is intimidating, but I'm determined to make him feel as good as he made me feel.

I start by kissing the tip of his cock, tentatively at first, but then with more confidence as I feel him respond to my touch. I run my tongue along the length of him, teasing and tasting, until he's fully hard again.

Davrik's hands grip my hair, pulling me in closer, and I can feel his breath hitch as I take him deeper into my mouth. I'm not sure what I'm doing, but I'm egged on by his moans of pleasure and the way his hips buck against me.

I feel a sense of power and control that I've never experienced before, and it's intoxicating. I'm not just a scientist out here on this remote planet, I'm a woman, and I'm making this incredible alien man feel things he's never felt before.

But just as I'm getting into a rhythm, Davrik pulls me away, his breathing ragged. "Stop," he says, his voice hoarse. "I don't want to come again yet."

I look up at him, my lips swollen and wet, and I can see the desire in his eyes. He pulls me to my feet and kisses me deeply, his hands roaming over my body. I can feel his cock pressed against me, still hard and ready, and I know that this is far from over.

"I'm not done with you yet, either," he murmurs against my lips, and I can feel a shiver of anticipation run down my spine. I'm not sure what's going to happen next, but I'm ready for whatever it is.

Davrik's eyes gleam with a wicked promise as he leads me to the couch. "Turn around," he murmurs, his voice a low rumble that sends shivers down my spine.

I raise an eyebrow. "You're quite demanding, aren't you?"

He chuckles, a sound that vibrates through me. "You have no idea."

I turn around, feeling a thrill of anticipation. His hands grip my hips, guiding me gently but firmly onto my knees. I lean over the back of the couch, the soft fabric cool against my flushed skin.

"You're so fucking beautiful, Alice," he growls, his breath hot on my neck. His hands roam over my body, teasing and tantalizing, before settling on my breasts. He rolls my nipples between his fingers, sending jolts of pleasure straight to my core.

I gasp, arching my back. "Davrik..."

"Shh," he whispers, his mouth on my neck, kissing and nipping. "Just feel."

He enters me from behind, slow and deliberate. I moan, my fingers digging into the couch cushions. He fills me completely, stretching me in a way that's almost too much, but not quite enough.

"Move," I demand, pushing back against him. "Please, Davrik."

He chuckles again, but he does as I ask. He moves, his hips thrusting against my ass, his cock sliding in and out of me in a rhythm that's both torturous and exhilarating. His hands never leave my breasts, his fingers never stop their delicious torment.

I can feel the sweat dripping down my forehead, my breath coming in ragged gasps. Davrik's mouth is on my neck, kissing and sucking, his teeth grazing my skin. It's primal, it's raw, and it's the most exhilarating thing I've ever felt in my life.

"Don't stop," I pant, my body trembling with the intensity of it all. "Please, don't stop."

He doesn't. He keeps moving, his body pressed against mine, his hands and mouth driving me wild. I can feel the tension building inside of me, the pressure becoming almost unbearable.

"Davrik," I moan, my voice a desperate plea. "I'm so close..."

He growls, his grip on my hips tightening. "Come for me, Alice. Let me feel you come."

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