Page 24 of Alien in the Attic

With careful precision, he tugged them down her thighs, revealing her bare pussy that called to him in a siren’s song for his soul. The sight of her, so open and wanting, pulled a low sound from his throat, a vibration that resonated within the intimate space they shared.

Carmen’s breath hitched, her chest rising and falling quickly. She lifted her hips, an instinctual offering, searching for the friction only his mouth could provide.

Arccoo’s lips parted hungrily, barely grazing her warmth and savoring the moment. His tongue flicked out to taste her arousal. The sweetness he found tethered him to the earth. To her.

Carmen’s gasp filled the room in a symphony of pleasure that echoed in his ears. Her hands reached for him, seeking anchorage in the building sensation that he conjured with each caress.

Arccoo let out a groan and grasped her thighs with a reverence reserved for the most sacred rituals. He explored her folds, his tongue delving into her core to devour her sweet taste.

“Arccoo,” she gasped in a breathless whisper that swelled into existence. Her fingers entwined within the dark silk of his hair, drawing him closer into the nebulous cloud of her desire. The universe seemed to contract around them, every star and planet aligning to the rhythm of their connection.

As he worshiped her pussy, she rode the wave of his touch, chasing the burgeoning supernova of her climax. With each swirl and stroke of his tongue, she responded. He could feel the pleasure rising within her as he continued.

Arccoo’s breath hitched as his cock strained against his pants, still confined as he devoured every bit of Carmen’s pussy. He was twitching with an insistent yearning to bury himself completely within her until the final star blinked out of the night sky. He was bound by this desire, a primal need that only she could satisfy.

He came up, hovering his body over hers, as her skin still shivered from the aftershocks of pleasure. His mouth found hers once more, and he groaned into the kiss. The taste of her essence lingered on his lips, a sweet testament to their fervent union. She responded with equal fervor, her tongue meeting his.

Carmen’s fingers danced with purpose, tracing the line of Arccoo’s taut abdomen before they met the resistance of fabric and a metal clasp. With deliberate movements that belied her urgency, she freed the button and drew down his zipper. The sound sliced through the thick air of desire that enveloped them. Her breath caught as she peeled back the layers to reveal him. His cock sprang free from its confines, a tangible manifestation of his raw need for her.

He gasped, a strangled sound of both relief and heightened anticipation as her hand wrapped around him. The warmth of her touch was a stark contrast to the cool night air that whispered through the room, an invisible spectator to their carnal ballet. She gave him slow, teasing strokes, her grip firm yet gentle, charting a path along his length that promised sweet torture. His hips bucked instinctively, seeking more of her exquisite torment.

With each stroke, Arccoo felt the world narrowing to this singular point of contact. The ethereal bond between them grew taut with the pull of her hand, an invisible thread weaving their destinies tighter. A low moan rumbled in his chest as she guided him to her entrance. The slick heat of her summoned him.

He lingered for a moment, the head of his cock notched at the entrance to her pussy, another realm that tethered his entire being here on Earth. He gave a teasing thrust, her folds welcoming the tip of him with little resistance, beckoning him to fill her warmth with every inch of his hardened cock.

As he slid into her, the room seemed to pulse with the echoes of the gasp they shared, mouth to mouth as his cock punched straight into her core. Carmen’s back arched, a silent plea for him to fill her deeper. He obliged, each thrust a vow etched into the fabric of his soul.

They moved in unison. Arccoo’s groans mingled with Carmen’s soft cries. He watched her beneath him, her eyes closed, lips parted, a portrait of rapture that fueled his own ascent toward ecstasy.

Their panting filled the room. Each breath was a shared secret, every gasp a whispered confession of the passion that consumed them. In this space where time held no dominion, they found solace in their desires, surrendering to the pull that led them closer to the edge.

Carmen’s movements became fevered as she matched Arccoo’s rhythm with her own. Their bodies, slick with the sheen of shared heat, slipped and slid with an urgency that highlighted the deep connection they shared. With each thrust he offered, she countered, grinding her hips to meet him. She clenched around him with every downward stroke of his rigid cock.

The intensity built, a crescendo of passion that seemed to echo in the very air around them. Carmen groaned as her inner muscles fluttered around him. When she clenched tightly around him, it was as if she had commanded the stars themselves to align.

Arccoo’s release came as a force of nature, a rush of warmth that filled her and marked the union of their essences. It was an ending and a beginning, a moment suspended in the eternity they had created together. Both gasped for breath as waves of pleasure rendered them senseless. They drifted, momentarily lost in the oblivion of their shared climax.

As the tremors subsided and the room came back into focus, Arccoo’s gaze locked onto Carmen’s. A weight in his look held a silent communication of things unsaid and farewells unspoken. He brushed a tender kiss against her lips, a soft touch that carried the gravity of goodbye.

“Remember this,” he whispered, his voice barely audible over the cadence of their slowing hearts. “Remember us.”

With those final words, he pulled away, the lost warmth of her body leaving a chill in its absence. He gazed at her as he stepped back from the bed and into the shadows. She reached out, her hand grasping at the empty space he left behind.

She didn’t expect it to hurt so much when she found nothing there.

But then again, she didn’t expect everything that Arccoo had made her feel.

Chapter 11

Carmen

Even days after Arccoo left for his home planet, the ghost of their final kiss still lingered on Carmen’s lips. The way his violet eyes gazed back at her as he boarded the ship as though memorizing every inch of her haunted her waking thoughts. She’d only known him for a few weeks, but saying goodbye felt like cutting off a limb.

She met the love of her life, and now she might never see him again. It wasn’t the worst pain she’d ever felt—that would be learning about the car accident that killed her parents—but it came close. At least this time, she had the comfort of knowing he was out there somewhere in the stars. He was alive and relatively safe, taking care of his people.

Still, she found it difficult to get out of bed in the first few days after his departure. She had so much to sort out in the house, but she didn’t have the energy to do it.

About a week after Arccoo left, she heard a perfunctory knock at her bedroom door before Sofia and Elena barged in. “Time to stop moping,” Sofia announced.

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