Page 23 of Etched in Stone
“No. Olivia was more like a daughter, or a sister. I never felt an attraction other than affection for her. And Midge was a rebellious little brat.” It was always nice to know that the alien you were about to fuck didn’t have the hots for your grandmother.
“So before Jessenia?” she asked.
“My species do not feel compelled to mate with every female with an attractive rack that walks by. We are more selective. It is not just in our society, it’s in our nature. When we meet a compatible
female, a gland in our mouth prepares. We can feel it swell and-”
“Is that the only thing that swells?” Her hand returned to his bulge, as if she hadn’t inspected it before.
“No. I believe that our species are similar in that matter.”
“Well, I will say that it’s been a long time for me too. Just not a thousand years long.”
Since college when everything was one big experiment. She’d hooked up with several guys, but finding one amongst the art crowd just hadn’t worked out. And moving to New York hadn’t lent itself to the dating scene either. Online computers were cold and calculating, but this was something different. He was right in front of her, hard in her hand, and she was not going to pass it up, even if he was leaving the planet soon.
Jesse was glad that she had put on something more formal than a pair of paint splattered jeans and an old t-shirt for their trip to Evensong.
She unbuttoned a few buttons and then pulled the rest of the top off over her head. She could swear that Ray had stopped breathing.
“Do you want to touch me?” she asked.
“More than anything.”
She reached back and unfastened her bra. “Then touch me.” That was the last bit of encouragement Ray needed to step forward and cup her breasts. He dipped his head to put her nipple in his mouth, playing over the tip of it with his tongue.
Jesse unbuttoned her skirt and slid it down with her panties. Ray’s hands and mouth were all over her body, exploring, tasting and pleasuring until she nearly fell over.
“My turn.”
Ray stopped and stood up straight, giving her permission to touch and stroke his fine muscled abs, feel the leathery skin of his wings, and finally back to his cock. With a tug at the strange material he wore, she set it free to marvel at it. She knelt in front of him.
In general shape and size, it was close to a human cock, except the largest she had ever seen. It had a pronounced head with three ridges on the staff just below. Further down, there were little raised bumps, like those built into fancy dildos.
“Your cock looks made to please a girl.”
“Is that not the objective?” Ray smiled down at her as she ran a finger along the bumps and ridges. He stopped smiling when she reached out with her tongue to give his head a little taste. That was all the encouragement she needed to take his entire head into her mouth.
Ray groaned and his hand tangled in her hair. Part of her wanted him to take control, to fuck her mouth and fill it with alien spunk. The other half knew that if he did that, she’d probably have to wait to get fucked, and she was not in a waiting mood. She was already hot and wet and waiting.
She let go of his cock and stood up. She grabbed his hand and guided it to her pussy. His fingers wasted no time exploring her wet folds and finding that pleasure center that buckled her knees.
“Yes, that’s it, take your pleasure. I want to feel it.” Ray whispered and he pushed a finger up inside her. His other hand pulled her to him, supported her as she crested the wave of orgasm. He waited for a moment, but both of them knew that one was not going to be enough for her. She would not be truly satisfied until he was inside her.
He guided her over to the stone bench on one edge of the garden. He sat down, straddling the bench and guided her onto his lap, straddling him. His cock stood tall and proud between her legs, so close to its goal.
She nodded and Ray lifted her, pausing a moment at her entrance, before slowly lowering her onto
his towering member.
“Yes.” It was complete heaven. She’d never dreamed of being this full of someone, alien or not.
He was fully inside her, waiting, so patiently for her to adjust. It didn’t take long.
“Fuck me now.” It was a moot point of who was fucking whom, since she was on top, but his hands were essential in giving her enough lift to come nearly off of him and then down again, deliciously full and slick, even against the friction of his perfectly sculpted ridges.
She rode him, and when she couldn’t continue the thrusts because of the pleasure, he assisted and pushed her even further.
“I’m going to-” he finally spat out.
