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“Arccoo.” Carmen whimpered his name as his fingers continued their teasing. She wanted to experience the sensation of being filled by him, his erect cock drawing her eyes down between them.

Arccoo’s hands moved to the hem of her dress, slowly pulling it upward with strong yet gentle tugs as if unwrapping a precious gift. The fabric slid over Carmen’s curves, revealing more of her tan skin and the lace of her black lingerie underneath.

He took in a sharp breath at the sight of her. A groan rumbled through his chest as he palmed her breasts through the lace. She gasped as he rolled her nipple in between his fingers.

Carmen reached down between them, feeling ready in the moment, and began unbuttoning his pants to free his straining erection.

It was a sight to behold, solid and smooth. The tip glistened with a moist drop that had her dropping to her knees to take him in her mouth. He made her feel empowered in a way that no one ever had.

She pulled him into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the tip to taste the moisture that had begun to bead. He groaned, pulling her to him with short thrusts into her mouth before he tugged her up and threw her on the bed, the silk sheets rustling beneath her.

She landed in a heap at the edge, making sure to keep her eyes locked onto his as he moved to strip her remaining clothes off.The cool air hit her bare skin, making goosebumps rise across her arms and chest. The touch of his fingers made her shiver with need.

His hands were rough but gentle as he tugged at each piece of fabric delicately until she was completely stripped, leaving them both bare. He took a deep breath, and she knew he could smell the faint sweet fragrance of her sex mixed with something earthy and unique to only her. She gasped as he enveloped her in his warmth once more, his lips finding hers in a deep, passionate kiss that left them both panting for more.

He lined his throbbing cock with her entrance and pressed into her with a growl. Carmen gasped as she was stretched by his entire girth.

Their mouths remained locked as Arccoo filled her with his thick length. He slowly rocked his hips, groaning as her walls squeezed him tightly. Her pussy was like a velvet glove around his cock, stroking him gently but firmly as he thrust deeper and deeper inside her, making her cry out in panted whimpers.

Their tongues entwined like they had been practicing this moment for years. As their bodies became one, Arccoo pressed his lips to Carmen’s neck, leaving soft kisses that sent shivers down her spine to her core.

His hands moved to her waist, holding on to her tightly. He began to move with more urgency, pulling out almost all the way before plunging back into her depths with each stroke, fillingevery inch of her. Her moans echoed through the room, muffled by their kisses and the mattress beneath them.

Their skin glistened with sweat under the dim light cast from the streetlamp outside their window, shining like diamonds as they moved together in perfect harmony. The potent scent of their combined perspiration mixed with the musk of their arousal created a heady aphrodisiac that heightened their senses even more.

Arccoo’s hips pumped faster now, taking control of the rhythm as he ground his pelvis against hers in long strokes that made them both gasp with breathless pleasure as they chased the building friction of their climaxes.

Carmen’s breath hitched as Arccoo’s cock continued thrusting into her, filling her completely. She met his pace, her hips rising to match his, their bodies in perfect synchronization. Their lips never parted. Their tongues entwined in a dance that spoke volumes about their passion.

Her hands found their way to his strong back, tracing delicate patterns that sent electric shocks through them both. Every thrust of his hips brought waves of pleasure coursing through her core. With every movement he brushed against her G-spot, sending her spiraling closer to ecstasy. The friction was exquisite, the sensation of his skin against hers burning hotter than any fire.

As they moved together, Arccoo’s free hand slid down between them, finding her clit and rubbing softly at first beforeincreasing the pressure as he felt her need grow. She cried out into their kiss, arching her back and pushing her breasts into his chest as he continued to drive into her.

Her breasts swayed enticingly as she moved beneath him, nipples hard and begging for attention. Their hearts raced together, bodies entwined in a passionate embrace that felt like it would never end.

His thrusts became quicker then, harder, as desperation etched on his face and he neared his release. She met him stroke for stroke until finally, with a hoarse cry that echoed throughout the room, Arccoo gave in to the overwhelming need coursing through him, filling every inch of her with his hot seed. She shook with intensity as the orgasm tore through her, mouth stretched open in a silent scream.

He collapsed over her, panting into her neck as his cock throbbed, being milked of every last drop by her pulsing pussy.

In the aftermath as they lay entwined, the depth of their connection was undeniable. It had blossomed into something profound, a true love forged in the crucible of their shared pleasure. Yet amid the lingering tremors of their climax, Carmen tasted the tang of impending loss. She clung tighter to Arccoo, her cosmic lover, memorizing the feel of him, the scent, his very essence, knowing that soon he would leave this world, and her, behind.

Chapter 8

Arccoo

Returning to the party, Arccoo moved with more relaxed ease than he had since arriving on Earth. Although he had a queen at his side, there was no ceremony to his strides. He was just a man walking with the woman who had claimed his heart. It was as soothing as a cool tonic after hours spent in blazing heat.

Over the music, he caught slivers of conversation. It seemed his theatrics while invisible had left an impact. No one could quite figure out how it happened, but all of them were excited to come back next year. Carmen must have heard it, too. More than once, she beamed up at him with unblemished joy. He had exceeded her expectations. The pride he felt was almost enough to bandage over the hurt beginning to unfurl across his chest.

I won’t be here next year, he thought.

Carmen handed him a drink. “To you, my prince.”

He bowed before replying. “Accepted with gratitude.” He emptied the glass in one go. The gentle sting was a welcome distraction from the truth of his situation. “Let’s have another,” he suggested.

With a giggle, Carmen pulled a second drink from the table and held it out for him. Again, he consumed the entirety of its contents. It would take the rest of the night to drown the sorrow he was starting to grapple with. Instead, he vowed to enjoy himself as much as possible.

The couple met up with an exhausted Sofia. “My legs feel like gelatin,” she said. “I haven’t danced this much since middle school. Where have you two been?”

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