Page 126 of Tempted by Celestial Bodies

So therewassomething unique about his come after all. Handy, that.

Aivey hooked her arms around his neck and lowered herself until his tip brushed against her core. Warmth spiraled through her at the brief intimate touch, her body seeming to unfurl and reach for his.

With her eyes firmly locked on Baxian’s, she lowered herself onto him.

“Oh,fuck!” she cried when he wasn’t even halfway inside her.

Was taking him easier? Yes. Less exquisite? Not at all. If anything, now she was even more aware of his size and the firm ridges along his length, almost like her body had become attuned to his and awaited each bit with eager anticipation.

The fullness of him sent her thighs tingling as she slid the rest of the way onto him with a breathy whimper. Baxian groaned, his eyes falling shut and head tipping back. Stars above, he was a sight. Light from the projection caught on his skin and highlighted the sharp angles of his face. His pale hair almost seemed to glow where it cascaded over his shoulders. He was a work of art come to life, and right then he was hers, all hers.

He looked back down at her, his pupils wide, lips slightly parted, already panting hard. Aivey pulled in a deep shuddering breath as she adjusted once more to his size, and then finally began to ride him with slow, deliberate motions.

“You take me so well, Aivey.” He ran his palms up her sides then in to tease her breasts. “Like you were made for me.”

You too, felt insufficient. There were no words to describe his perfection. Instead, she leaned in until her breasts pressed against his chest and her breath ghosted across his lips. “Baxian,” she whispered, then sealed her words with a kiss. Their tongues tangled, slow and deep as the strokes of his cock inside her. So close, entangled with one another, Aivey almost couldn’t tell where she ended and he began.

Baxian palmed her ass with both hands, seizing control and dragging her up and down his cock. As the tempo increased, Aivey slipped from their kiss, a half moan, half whine filling the air between them.

“So wet, so fucking perfect,” Baxian growled as he gnashed his teeth. Aivey leaned back just enough to see the desperate hunger in his gaze. Sweated dewed his brow. He surged up into her, his cock striking a new angle and threatening the tether on her sanity.

“I—I’m going to—” she gasped. There was no holding back, not like this, not with him working her body on his cock or the fullness of it.

“Let go,” he commanded. “I’ve got you.”

Aivey reached up and grabbed his horn, an anchor in the storm. He growled in response, bucking his hips.

She unraveled in a dizzying spiral.

Her inner walls clamped down around him in waves. Her whole body shook. All thought vanished, all feeling save for the endless bliss shuddering through her. She ground her hips down against him, trying to chase the sensation, to draw it out.

Baxian roared as he came, head tilting back in ecstasy. Jerking, shallow thrusts wrung out the last of her release as he found his, spilling inside her.

He abandoned his hold on her ass, drawing her body firmly against his chest and tucking her head into the crook of his neck. She came back to her senses there, feeling the rapid pound of his heart, the heavy rise and fall of his chest that mirrored hers, the firm planes of lithe muscle. Long fingers slid along her scalp and then down her sweat-dampened back in long, soothing waves.

They were still joined. And even though he’d softened like an Earthean male did after release, she was still full, so full of him. There was an odd comfort in it, and she had no desire to move. Not that her body would have let her if she tried, boneless as she was from her release.

Baxian continued to stroke her hair. Aivey closed her eyes and let herself go fully lax against him. She could fall asleep like that if he let her.

Not that he’d asked her to stay that long…

Cold reality smacked her in the face, and she tensed.

He’d met his second release, complete release. Their agreement to each other was done.

His fingers stilled at the nape of her neck. “Aivey?”

“I just, um…” But she couldn’t speak her worry, couldn’t damn herself yet and make it real. Instead, she said, “I nearly fell asleep on you there.”

“Oh.” His features smoothed out into a soft smile. “Stay with me tonight?”

She blinked, dumbfounded. “Stay?”

His throat bobbed. “If you want to. The room is ours tonight.”

“I…” It’d be better for her to leave. The thought of it struck like a laser beam through her stomach, but it’d be less painful than some awkward goodbye in the morning. The longer she spent with him, the harder it was going to be to let him go. It wouldn’t be the first time she’d had that problem, wanting more, expecting it, when the guy she was with didn’t want more than a quick fuck which hadn’t even brought her to release. She bit her lip as she stared at him. He’d gone tense beneath her, and she wasn’t entire sure if he breathed. “Okay,” she said finally, her voice quiet.

Damn, she really was a glutton for punishment, but she couldn’t let him go when he stared at her like that, like it might hurt him to let her go, too.

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