Page 22 of Her Alien Soldier
She whined, and he teased her more with his hot, hard cock.
“Beg for it, Maggie,” he demanded, and like everything with him, the thought of resisting didn’t even enter her mind.
“Please fuck me, Xarek. I need it… I need your cock in me,” she begged, her face heating like she was an innocent virgin instead of a 42 year old woman who’d enjoyed more than a fair share of alien cock in her years on the station.
“Say my name again,” he growled.
“Xarek… Xarek please,” she begged, nearly in tears, feeling like she was about to explode with need.
He grunted, and then she felt him pushing against her, breaching her entrance, stretching her slowly around his length as he took her, inch by inch, leaving her mewling, gripping the sheets in desperate pleasure.
And then he was gripping her hips, using those powerful legs to thrust into her over and over again, his grip on her body hard enough to bruise, his grunts and curses of pleasure filling her ears as she cried out for him with each thrust.
“So good…oh Xarek it’s so good…” she moaned, and in response he shifted position, pressing his chest against her back, rutting into her so deep it took her breath away. All she could do was take it in a dazed, blissful frenzy as he hit her just right. It was too much, and before long she was screaming into the mattress, shuddering with her release. She’d just finished, unable to think or form words, when she felt him pull out, then felt warm, slick heat against her ass as he spent himself on her, making her moan, trembling as she felt his seed dripping down her body.
When he was spent, he kissed her shoulder. “Stay right there, beautiful,” he murmured softly, and then he was moving awayas she whimpered in protest. She heard water running, and then a moment later he was back with a warm, wet cloth, washing himself off of her boy, kissing her shoulders, her upper arms as he took care of her. Once she was clean, he left and came back again with another cloth, this time pressing it between her legs. She moaned at the soothing heat on her aching slit, and he gently lifted her, placing her on her back, then setting the warm cloth back over her aching body before climbing into bed beside her, holding her close.
“You are amazing, Maggie. I could spend eternity between your legs and it still wouldn’t be enough time,” he murmured, kissing the top of her head as he held her. “But, I also want you on my lap. And sitting next to me. And lying next to me, just like this,” he went on.
She smiled, turning her head to nuzzle his broad chest, in bliss after the orgasms and care he’d given her. “You might break me if you spent eternity between my thighs,” she joked, and he laughed.
“Never that, beautiful,” he murmured, holding her close, a low hum of satisfaction rumbling from him as she snuggled against his big, warm body.
*Can you stay?” Maggie asked.
There was only the barest of hesitations before he replied. “I am not going anywhere.” It was the last thing she heard before she drifted off into the best sleep she could remember having in a very long time.
Chapter Nine
Xarek lay awake for a while, holding Maggie’s sleeping, soft, warm body in his arms, listening to her soft breaths and the contented little noises she made in her rest. Her scent was everywhere here, surrounding him.
He never wanted this moment to end, he realized, and the realization was like being bashed upside the head. He didn’t want to be anywhere else. For the first time in longer than he could remember, he wasn’t longing for home, for the cozy house and tranquil garden, which had been destroyed long ago. He wasn’t wishing for a day at the shore, the waves of the clear, cool sea lapping at the white sand beach. To be surrounded by people speaking his native tongue, hearing their raucous, joyful laughter. Laughter that had long been battled out of them.
Or so he’d thought. His time with Maggie had proven that what he’d thought was long dead was merely lying dormant, waiting for something to be joyful about.
He looked at the curvy, beautiful human sleeping so peacefully in his arms. And he could think only one word: Mine.
He closed his eyes tightly. He had no business here. No business thinking of her that way. It was too easy to lose himself in her, to feel this desperate need to stay by her side. There was still a war to be won. And his work would not end after that was over, if it was soon to be over at all.
She made it easy to forget himself. To forget that he was bound by duty. To forget what a failure he’d been as a lover and partner. To forget that his entire purpose was to charge headlong into battle, with no guarantee that he’d survive the day.
He opened his eyes and looked at Maggie again, sleeping peacefully in his arms.
And for the first time in his life, he wished he was a different kind of person.
He held Maggie tightly, finally closing his eyes again and allowing himself to rest with her. For now, he could have this, and he would be grateful for every moment.
He woke up to the sensation of a soft body curled against his, a warm mouth kissing along his chest… a teasing tongue flicking at one of his dark purple nipples.
And then the scrape of teeth against that same nipple, drawing a desperate, ragged groan of pleasure from him.
“Now I know. I was wondering if they were sensitive or not,” Maggie said, laughter in her voice. He opened his eyes and hardened even more at the sight of her. Dark hair tousled with sex and sleep, green eyes sparkling as she smiled at him, resting her chin softly on his chest as one fingertip toyed with one nipple and her hair tickled the other.
“Very sensitive,” he grunted as she dragged a fingernail across the one she was teasing. “Careful or you’re going to need another warm cloth…”
“Don’t threaten me with a good time, Xarek,” she answered, and that was all it took to flip her onto her back with a cry of surprise from her, spread her legs, and then bury his face between her shapely, creamy thighs.
Her whimpers and sighs and moans were music to his ears, her soft thighs clamped desperately around his head as his tongue plunged into her delectable center, as his nose pressed against that sweet little bud that had given her so much pleasure the night before. He lapped at her noisily, groaning as he devoured her. She fell apart for him once, twice, crying out, trembling, her fingers gripping his hair in a way that only made him want more. Her thighs trembled around his head, and the more he tasted her, the more greedily he licked and sucked and nibbled, until she was crying out through a third orgasm, begging him, telling him she couldn't take any more.
