Page 31 of Surrendering Her Heart

“And I never want you to do less,” I say, cupping his face in my hands. “I don’t know anything about all this metaphysical stuff. It’s beyond me, but I do know I have fallen for you. The way you are, the way you treat me, the way you let me be me, I like it. A lot. I like you.”

“And I, you… my treasure.”

Then his lips are on mine and there are no more words. Lips moving together we part and whisper and kiss some more until desire is no longer to be held at bay.

He breaks the kiss, without a word, taking my hand we rush back into the outpost. We fight our way through the pressing crowds. He seems to know where we’re going and I follow, willing and excited.

When he pulls me into a dark room our hands are all over each other before the lights come on. The door locks and then the lights come up and out of the corner of my eye I see a waiting bed. My heart speeds up and I giggle.

“Had this planned did you?”

“It is good to be prepared,” he says with a chuckle of his own.

“Well done,” I say, wrapping my arms around his neck.

We wrap into each other as we move towards the bed, shedding clothing along the way. It doesn’t take long at all before I’m on the bed, he’s pulling my legs apart and then kissing his way up my thigh.

His lips are a faint sensation brushing against my skin. Light, fleeting, like the whisper of a spider’s silk drifting on a breeze. The feeling dances along my leg, barely there, yet impossible to ignore.

My nerves spark at the delicate touch, anticipation prickling beneath the surface. It isn’t solid, not firm like a hand, but softer, teasing. Like the edge of a feather tracing slow, aimless patterns, leaving behind a trail of awareness that lingers even after it’s gone as he makes his way up from my knee to my pussy.

His breath is warm, exhaling over my wetness. His tongue is rough, but gentle as he grazes across my lips. I shudder, need and anxiousness warring. Expecting him to dive in, tensing in anticipation, but he moves on. Kissing his way down the inside of my other leg.

His hands roam over my body while I twine mine in his hair. He continues working his way up one leg and down the other. Each time coming closer, doing more, but not going in until I am absolutely relaxed.

He comes back to my center, but this time he stays, focusing. His tongue teases the outside, moistening, lapping at my folds while barely parting them. I moan and groan under his gentle ministrations. I’ve never felt anything better.

Slowly his tongue pierces, pushing in, tasting and testing my reaction. When I stiffen, he pauses, waiting, only moving forward when he senses me relaxing.

His tongue pushes deep, coming up, slow, excruciatingly slowly until it brushes my clit and the world explodes.

Stars dance in my head. I’m floating in nothing yet grounded in his arms. Pleasure, more intense than I’ve ever experienced crashes like waves, coming again and again without end. As one passes through, another is right behind it.

I buck and thrash, but he doesn’t stop. He keeps going and so does the volcanic release of an orgasm the likes of which I don’t know that any human was ever meant to experience.

When the last wave has left me a shuddering mess, with muscles so loose I can barely lift my head to look down at him, I’m breathless.

“Good?” he asks, a half-smile on his face.

I widen my eyes, shake my head, and grab his horns, tugging him up and closer. I don’t care that he’s a mess, I kiss him with all that I am, but I’m very, very aware of his hard, throbbing cock pushing against my wet, ready, and waiting entrance.

As we kiss his dick slides in easily, despite the ridges that I thought might be harder to take. I gasp, not in surprise, but in satisfaction and relief as his cock stretches my walls.

We entwine together. His hands, his lips, and his tail explore. I run my hands over his shoulders, digging in my nails as he thrusts deep. We gasp, moan, and groan together. Building until at last we explode and this time it’s messier than ever.

He arches back, his wings snapping open and he calls out my name in a long, low moan as he holds the position and then I’m falling into my own orgasm too. His come fills me and overflows, making a mess.

At last we finish together and lie in the bed, holding one another. We shift around until my head is on his chest and I have one leg hooked over his.

We nuzzle and cuddle, basking in the joy of the afterglow. All our problems and worries are left behind. They don’t belong here with us.

“You’re an amazing lover,” I murmur.

“I am yours,” he says.

“Hmm,” I murmur, as we kiss.

Shifting to be closer, my leg comes up against his rock hard, alien cock. I look down in surprise.

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