Page 53 of Crash Landing
“Of course. They’ll want to send you back to Earth. No more spaceships or alien creatures.” I heard him huff like he was about to laugh.
“Yeah. No more spaceships,” I said flatly, staring up at the ceiling and the oddly beautiful webbing of roots and vines.
“Sleep, Sam.”
Despite there being no mattress and no AC, I was more comfortable than ever. Night after night, I slept well because I had someone beside me.
I’d never had that. Every morning, I woke rested and unafraid because I knew Saleuk was there. Every sign was there. The idea of him made my worries fade away. The thought of being on Earth again got less and less appealing the more I filled my thoughts with him.
I was ruined and it happened so fast, I couldn’t even process it.
I was curled on my side with Saleuk’s big body pressed up against my back, my head on his bicep. The tempo of his hearts on my shoulders was like the softest massage just pulling me deeper and deeper into a weightless slumber.
But deep inside my body, there was yearning and restlessness. It had been there for days, but with Saleuk curled around me, that want—that need—was spreading like a brush fire. My pulse started to race as soon as I woke up. Saleuk was still asleep behind me, his breath slow and steady.
Swallowing, I pressed my hips back into his groin. He wasn’t hard like before, but his size was no question. How did women do it? How did Innifer do it with Vahko? My pulse thrummed just thinking about it. Sex outside a simulation seemed so intimidating and yet it was what my body craved.
I rocked my hips back again in slow motion and heard Saleuk hum beside my ear. Immediately, I stopped.
“Mmm, if you keep doing that, I’ll need to take a moment to myself before morning,” he murmured.
I slowly turned my head so I could see his brilliant lavender skin in my peripheral.
“Why leave?”
His eyes fluttered open and he looked at me, contemplative.
What better place to be bold than on an alien moon with no one else around?
“You said you could sate my needs,” I said. “What about yours?”
“What about mine?”
“I want to hear you sate them.”
Another pause. Saleuk didn’t do anything without at least a little thought and it was reassuring. Then his hand slid down my waist, over the flare of my hip, and disappeared. I could hear the rustle of fabric as he exposed his cock and it sent my heart into a rapid frenzy. When the heat of his thickness touched my thigh, I gasped, letting my breath out on a shiver.
“Have you ever touched yourself?” he whispered, kissing behind my ear.
“Yes.”
“Then touch yourself.”
I slid my hand down slowly, parting the material of my shift until I felt the thin tuft of curls between my legs. I had touched myself before, but never with someone beside me. It was a level of intimacy that I didn’t even know existed. Sliding my fingers through my folds, I found pools of wet heat there and bit back a moan as I stroked it. I felt Saleuk moving behind me and could only imagine his fist sliding up and down his shaft. I couldn’t see him, but knowing and feeling what he was doing made my whole body start to hum with awareness.
“Stars above, what I would give to hear you come,” he rasped against my neck, the sound of his hand pumping his cock filling the room.
I circled my clit with my fingers and jolted at the sensitivity of it. But it wasn’t enough. I whimpered in protest to my own ministrations and then reached back, feeling for Saleuk. When Ifound him, I wrapped my fingers around his girth and he froze, a strained groan escaping his throat.
“Sam,” he said breathlessly.
He was huge. Thick. Long. I’d seen human dicks a million times and he felt nothing like what I knew. Fear settled inside me again, but that time it was met with excitement.
“I want you closer,” I whispered.
He pressed a kiss to my jaw and then nipped at the lobe of my ear before moving my hand aside and pushing forward. When I felt his cock slip between my thighs, I felt the slickness of my arousal again. He slid forward with ease and his whole body shuttered from it. Pulling back, I felt the length of his shaft brush between my folds and moaned.
Again and again, he thrust forward and back, pistoning his cock between my slick thighs. The friction was wonderful and yet not enough, but to hear his pleasured sounds was heaven. I replaced my fingers against my clit and stroked myself to the sounds of his pleasure. Over and over again he pressed forward, pinning my thighs tightly together with his own. Hot, heavy breathing flooded the silence of the room. I was nearly undone when his hand slid over my breast, pinching lightly at my hard nipple. I arched back, whimpering at the sensations. At our nearness. At the heat burning between us.
