Page 17 of Alien on the Moon

“Oh, god,” Elena whimpered.

Rylan continued his ministrations with a fervor heightened by her response. His fingers danced lightly over the sensitive flesh, each touch eliciting gasps and soft moans from Elena that stoked the fire burning within him.

Emboldened by her sounds, he leaned in close, his breath hot on her damp skin. His lips met the softness of her inner thigh, lightly tasting her there. Elena’s breath hitched at the contact, and her fingers dug deeper into Rylan’s hair, pulling him closer.

Rylan was drowning in a sea of desire, his every thought consumed with Elena. He wanted to memorize every inch ofher body, every sound she made. His hands explored the soft expanse of her skin, tracing the contours of her hips and thighs with a reverence that sent shivers down Elena’s spine.

Moving further up, he pressed gentle kisses along the path his fingers had traced moments ago. Elena’s body arched beneath him, a silent plea for more.

“Mmm… Rylan,” she whimpered. He could feel her body trembling beneath him, forcing his excitement to grow.

Relishing in the sounds he was drawing from Elena, Rylan’s touches became more insistent. Her moans filled the room, acting like fuel to his burning desire. With each stroke of his tongue against her sensitive flesh, she bucked against him, seeking more of that electrifying sensation.

He complied willingly to her silent pleas, increasing the pressure of his tongue and tracing patterns that had her gasping and writhing beneath him. The taste of her was intoxicating, driving him to explore further and deeper. His hands slid up her body, stroking the soft skin of her stomach before encircling her breasts, his thumbs brushing over her pebbled nipples that ached for his touch.

Her breath came in short sharp gasps as his fingers danced over her soft skin. Rylan could feel her body tightening around him, her moans growing ever more frantic and high-pitched as she neared the brink.

“Rylan... I... oh, god...” Elena’s words dissolved into incoherent whispers, drowned out by the rhythmic pounding of their desperate heartbeats.

He lifted his gaze to meet hers and found a world of desire reflected in her eyes that mirrored his own. He intensified his efforts as he felt her body begin to shake beneath him.

Her back arched off the bed, a silent scream caught in her throat as she reached the peak of pleasure. He stroked her through each wave until she relaxed, panting, flushed, and utterly sated.

With sweat pooling on his forehead, Rylan paused to admire Elena once more with eyes that sparkled like galaxies being born and a chest heaving as if trying to catch every star within it. He couldn’t help but smile seeing the satisfaction painted across her face.

Before long, Elena’s hand found its way back to Rylan’s smooth head, pulling him up toward her in a clear indication that she was far from done with him. His body pressed against hers, the hard plane of his chest against the soft curves of hers.

His lips found hers in a kiss filled with hunger and need, their bodies aligning in a way that seemed as natural as breathing.

“Elena,” Rylan murmured against her mouth huskily.

His touch explored her with a renewed fervor. He entered her slowly, his eyes never leaving hers as he pushed inside inch by slow inch until he was fully sheathed within her.

A gasp escaped Elena’s lips as she adjusted to his size, her body stretching deliciously around him. He remained still for a moment, allowing her time to relax before he began to move. He was slow and gentle at first but quickly gained intensity.

Her fingers dug into his back as she met each of his thrusts with one of her own, the intensity building like an unending wave and threatening to crash over them both. “Rylan,” she whimpered, her voice shaky. His thrusts became more insistent, his hips grinding against hers with each forward movement.

“Let go for me, Elena,” Rylan whispered into her ear, his voice rough.

She cried out, her body convulsing as she climaxed.

Feeling Elena tighten around him was all it took for Rylan to lose control as well. His movements became uneven as he succumbed to the pleasure coursing through him. His moans mingled with Elena’s in the air between them as he rode out his own orgasm.

They lay there panting afterward, bodies tangled together in a mess of limbs and sweat-soaked sheets. Rylan placed a kiss on Elena’s forehead before pulling her closer to him, wrapping an arm around her waist protectively.

“Are you okay?” he asked breathlessly.

Elena looked up at him from where she had nestled herself against his chest. Her lips curved into a satisfied smile. “I’m more than okay.”

Rylan smiled, feeling sated and more relaxed than he had in years.

Chapter 7

Elena

If overthinking were an Olympic sport, Elena would be the reigning champion. Her mind was a constant loop of Murphy’s law as she tried to anticipate everything that could and would go wrong at any given moment in her life. Spontaneity was Sofia’s expertise, not hers.

So when she woke up beside Rylan after a night of sex performed entirely on impulse, she naturally panicked a bit. She had slept with her coworker, one she would have to see every day if this didn’t work out.

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