Page 81 of The Alien in the Archive

He doesn’t try to stop me this time.

“Have you ever come this way?” he murmurs. “Just from this…because I would like to explore that possibility.”

“Fuck, you are…so much better at this than I expected,” I gasp.

He smirks. “Was that a challenge?”

I bite my lip. “Maybe.”

He pushes me gently down to my back, climbing over me, boxing me in. He rolls his hips as he settles between my legs, and I feel that hard cock once again…and fuck, I know it’ll be inside me soon. My pussy clenches at the thought of that moment, eager for it.

“I don’t want to rush this,” he growls as he senses my anticipation, still teasing my breasts, tasting, sucking. “Patience, beloved…”

“We’ve taken this so slow,” I groan, twisting my fingers in his long hair. “Thorne, I want you…and we have plenty of time…plenty of time to explore.”

He kisses down my belly, over my hipbone, finds the button of my slacks. His dexterity is impressive; I’m shaking so much with need that I don’t think I could hold a glass of water, let alone undress him. “If we have plenty of time, why are you in such a rush?” he teases.

“Do you want me to beg?”

The words are out before I even realize I’m saying them, and his eyes meet mine. His long fingers are hooked in my waistband, but he stops in his tracks, his lips curving in a smirk.

“Yes,” he says. “I would.”

Oh,Jesusfucking Christ, he’s a freak.

I lift myself to my elbows and lean against the arm of the couch, looking him in the eye.

“Please, Thorne,” I plead, swallowing hard. “Ineed youto fuck me. Please, please fuck me.”

He starts that inexorable drag of my pants and underwear down my thighs, over my knees. His eyes never leave mine as he lets the garments drop to the floor, then stands. My breath somehow gets even more ragged as I watch him undo his pants, my eyes darting to his waist.

He pauses.

“I need to see you,” I go on. “I need to see all of you or I’m going to lose my mind, Thorne, please?—”

He finally pulls his pants over his hips, down his thighs…and my mouth waters at the sight of him, my inner walls clenching. I don’t know what I expected, but he’s…more alien than I thought he would be, I suppose. The head is a faint pink, turning to white, then a dusk grey at the base. Mostly like a human, but then there are ridges—one, two, three, and I can imagine each one sliding inside me, pulling back, again. And at the base…a slight swelling, bigger than I’ve ever had.

“I…uh, wow,” I breathe. “I don’t…”

He sets his knees on the couch, then he crawls toward me. I spread my legs for him, welcoming him into the cradle of my thighs. Just the tip of him presses inside me and we both gasp, his hair falling in a curtain around me as he braces one hand against the arm of the couch, the other on my hip.

“You’ll take me,” he promises, voice low and rough. “Don’t be afraid.”

“I’m not,” I rush out. I look from where his cock presses against my pussy, up to his eyes. “I know you would never hurt me.”

He takes a shuddering breath, then kisses me gently…

…and slides the head inside.

I cry out into his mouth, reaching up to grasp his shoulders. He moans with me, pulls away from my lips, sucks in a breath.

“Are you okay?” he asks.

I nod vigorously, gasping. “Keep going, please.”

Then I feel the alien texture of him—slightly harder and rougher on top, stimulating my g-spot and clit as he slides inside. I let out another breathy moan as one ridge pops in…then the next begins, pleasure flaring. He’s already so deep when he pushes the third ridge past my entrance that I have to shift to accommodate him, and it somehow enhances the pleasure, nearly making me come just from having him inside me. I clench around him over and over, unable to stop myself?—

“Page,” he groans. “This…is why I wanted to go slow.”

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