Page 29 of Her Alien Captain
“Good if you like,” she told him and pressed a kiss to the hollow of his shoulder. “We come back one day if you want. You make me know you want.”
“Deal, baby,” he patted her butt. “Want to take a shower with me then get something to eat?”
She turned to look at him, and he wiggled his eyebrows up and down.
“We fuck in water?”
Drake chuckled, “Do you want to?”
She smiled and licked his chin playfully. “Okay.”
“Oh, you’re asking for it,” he told her and did the same to her then laughed. She laughed too, and then they were kissing again. Finally, Drake’s need to relieve himself made him withdraw. He started the shower while Zya took her turn and they entered the shower together. They took turns soaping each other and Drake helped Zya wash her long hair.
Even before they were finished rinsing it, Drake was hard for her again. He filled his hands with her breasts with his erection probing her opening from behind. Zya leaned back against him and wiggled her butt and moaned as her pinched her nipples and squeezed her breasts.
There was plenty of room for them to maneuver in the large custom build shower that Drake had made himself. He placed Zya’s hands against the tiles of the shower wall and had her bend forward. He probed her pussy to find her ready for him, then she helped guide his shaft into her opening. He loved that she was so ready and willing to fuck him whenever she sensed he wanted her.
She moaned her approval as he filled her and started thrusting. “Drake feel good in me. Make you feel good. Fuck hard---fast how you like.”
He pumped in and out of her harder and faster and asked her, “How’s that, baby?”
“Ah, good, baby,” she replied and moaned in a way that told him she was close to climax.
He thrust harder and faster and reached round rub her clitoris, so that came just before he did. She came so hard, he had to hold her hips, so she didn’t squeeze him out of her. God, she felt so good as she contracted around his cock. As their mutual orgasm waned, he wrapped his arms around her and pressed kisses between her shoulder blades. Then he pressed his cheek against her back. It didn’t seem possible that it would happen this fast, but he was amazed to realize he was falling in love with her. This wasn’t just sex. He didn’t understand how hormones could make him feel the things he was feeling. He didn’t just want sex from her. He wanted to be with her and to know everything about her. He wanted her to know and understand him.
He slowly pulled out of her. She straightened and turned in his arms and kissed him. Their kiss was tender as they embraced with the water still running. Finally, they cleaned off the remnants of their coitus and left the shower sated enough to dry each other off.
“Did you bring other clothes with you?” he asked.
“In car, outside.”
“Well, it’s still raining pretty hard, I’ll give you one of my t-shirts to put on, and we’ll get your things later.” He opened the shower door and pulled a towel off the towel bar and started drying Zya’s back while she squeezed the water from her long hair. He finished drying the rest of her body started towel drying her hair. He pulled another towel from the bar to dry himself. They went back into Drake's bedroom together each wrapped in a towel.
