Page 14 of Risking Her Heart

“Thank you,” I whisper.

I’m drifting in some half-awake, half-here, half-horny state. He kisses my forehead. Gentle touches of his lips peppering across the part of me he can reach. The half-horny feeling moves to the forefront of my awareness.

I open my eyes then and lean my head back moving so that his lips can reach mine. Dimly, I feel a tingling in my stomach that is new and different. It’s like a flickering flame that exudes warmth which is slowly spreading across my body.

That is secondary to his mouth. His kiss is tentative, at first, but grows insistent as he feels me responding. The weariness and everything else fades away before the burning need to have him. He is mine and I’m going to take my satisfaction.

I wrap my arms around, pulling myself into him. He smells of something exotic that I can’t put a name to. It has hints of citruswhile remaining musky and masculine. Our lips move together. My heart speeds up as I’m consumed by need.

His cock is digging into my back as we groan into our kiss. I break away, gasping for air as I awkwardly shift around. None of the steamy romances I used to read ever sounded the way sex really is, at least not in my experience. In those it was such a smooth transition as they would come together. Life is never that clean and easy.

We fumble around until I’m on my knees in front of him. He keeps reaching for me, but I have my mind set on what I want to do. I untie his pants while he tries to get my shirt off. It hangs up as he tries to pull it over my head.

That leads to another struggle, but we work together to get me free. When it’s done, I am slightly embarrassed. When I look up, he also seems awkward and embarrassed then we both grin rather sheepishly.

I shake my head, tossing my hair. He moves in but I put my hand on his chest stopping him. He looks at my hand then up. I hold up one finger, smiling.

I hook under his arms and pull him up onto his knees then go to work on his pants. They have a simple tie that I undo. They partially drop then his tail curls around, touching my leg and startling me. I jump in surprise. His hands on my shoulders steadies me.

Returning my attention to what I was doing I grab onto the hem of his pants. His cock protrudes beneath the fabric, pointing straight at me in an almost accusatory manner. As if it’s demanding to know ‘why haven’t you pleased me yet?’

Pulling on his pants, a sense of anticipation rises. I’ve heard the rumors. The stories that the girls whisper to one another about the alien cocks. How strange they are. How they fit and more, how they please.

I thought I was ready. I was wrong. So, fucking wrong.

“Oh,” I exhale sharply, eyes widening.

They said it had ridges and I guess I didn’t really know what that meant. My pussy aches with a weird combination of need and what I can only think of as fear. How the hell am I supposed to get that inside of me? Will it fit?

Yet, no matter the swells of concern and even fear, my mouth waters and I’m more than well aware of how wet I am. How horny. I’ve had some big guys before and he’s not that much bigger. It’s not the size that worries me as much as those ridges along the top.

Well, there’s only one way to find out isn’t there?

I free his cock from his pants then lean over and lick the side along the length. He groans, shuddering, and thrusting his hips forward while his tail slaps the ground.

Perfect. I love that reaction. It’s everything I could have asked for and more.

I work around his cock, and he responds in all the ways I could ask. As I explore, the ridges become a focus. They’re not as scary as I thought they would be. They’re cartilage and have some give to them. They’re not hard like I was afraid they would be.

Making my way back to the head of his cock I open wide and slide it into my mouth. The first ridge clicks against my teeth. Istrain my jaw to open it wide enough so that the shaft slides in. He groans and grunts.

When he slaps my ass with his tail. It both drives his cock deeper into my mouth and excites me. As his cock shoves forward, he gasps, and I gag. It’s so hot. I reach between my legs and rub my cunt while he fucks my mouth.

The pleasure builds fast and before I know it, we’re both falling over the edge. He fills my throat and mouth, spunk falling out my unaware mouth as the pleasure wracks my body. As awareness returns, I slide his dick out of my mouth.

Looking up to his face he has his eyes closed, his mouth forming an ‘o’, and he weaves as he groans.

I smile. I’m an absolute mess. His load was massive, overflowing my mouth and dripping onto my chin, chest, and some falling onto my discarded shirt.

“Oh,” he grunts when he looks. He turns and moves on his knees to the packs at the side of the tent.

Only now do I realize we’re in a tent. He must have set it up while I was out. He rummages through the pack then spins on one knee and moves back. In his hand is a piece of cloth. As soon as he gets close, he dabs at the mess, shaking his head.

“Sorry, I am,” he says.

“No,” I say, putting my hand on his, stopping him. “Fine. It’s fine.”

“No, no,” he says, shaking his head and moving his hand free to resume cleaning me up.

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