Page 57 of My Alien Bughead
As soon as the door opens, we stumble inside the room, D’Aakh’s lips attacking mine. He tugs on my top, and we break the kiss just long enough to pull it over my head. His clothes quickly follow at my insistent tugging and yanking. I wish I was strong enough to just tear them from his body. My tool belt clatters on the floor, soon buried under my coveralls.
We keep kissing, hungrily devouring each other. The desire thrumming through my body is driving me beyond insanity yet it keeps growing, tightening like a coil, ready to spring free at the lightest touch.
Gasping and giggling as we stumble and fall, we land safely on the bed with D’Aakh’s firm body underneath mine. It’s just like I’ve been dreaming about every night and every day for the past two weeks. D’Aakh’s groan betrays a combination of pain and desire but he doesn’t stop trying to unclasp my bra. Finally succeeding, he throws it away and kneads my breasts, his fingers teasing my already tight nipples.
Whimpering at his ministrations, I move my hips, rubbing my pussy against his cock and cursing the layers of underwear still separating us.
“Fuck,” D’Aakh groans as I lift myself up to hastily remove my panties. His all too greedy eyes travel down my body to my slick pussy lips, the tips of his ahni glowing bright red.
Lifting his hips, D’Aakh removes his boxers, his cock finally springing free. It moves from side to side eagerly, searching for somewhere to bury itself deep inside. Searching for my pussy. I lower myself back down so that his greedy cock nestles between my pussy lips and rubs against my clit.
“Fuck,” D’Aakh repeats. “I planned to…oh, galaxies… I planned to take it slow. Bring you pleasure first, make you comeuntil you beg me to stop. Only then would I give you my cock. But…fuck! I’m not sure I can wait.”
“Fuck waiting. I want you now. We have the rest of our lives to take things slow. I need your cock now. Please, D’Aakh.”
Placing his hands on my hips, D’Aakh helps me lift up a little. I reach between us to guide his cock to my opening but it’s a wasted effort. Before I even touch it, it shifts, finds the right hole and surges forward, filling me in one delicious stroke.
D’Aakh’s grip tightens. “Fuck! You’re so fucking perfect. So warm and tight.”
Teetering on the brink of orgasm already, I try to move, wanting to gain a little extra friction that would push me over that edge but he holds me still. “Please, D’Aakh,” I beg. “I need more.”
“You’ll get more. You’ll get everything.” He waits until I’m looking at him. “Do you still want it?”
My mind is a little preoccupied, so it takes a moment to understand his question. He’s talking about the barbs. The hours-long joining and continual orgasms. The brilliant cherry atop this already amazing dessert. “Of course I still want it, you stupid bughead,” I all but growl. “Give it to me. Give me everything.”
Finally, he lets me move. The soft ridges along his shaft dragging over the most sensitive spots inside my pussy, while his fingers find the most sensitive spots outside of my pussy.
Finally, I fall off that ledge, weightless in the haze of pleasure. My pussy clamps down on D’Aakh’s cock and he grunts, pumping his hips into me two more times before stilling. He pulls me down onto his chest, hugging so tightly I can scarcely breathe and then…
The world around us shatters.
I expected there to be pain. I mean, the idea of barbs impaling the inside of my pussy? Yikes.
But there’s no pain. There’s not even pleasure, at least not the kind I’ve felt before. There’s only euphoric bliss coursing through my veins.
I’m not sure if I’m coming again, or if I haven’t stopped coming yet. My entire being is flooded with pleasure so intense it doesn’t leave room for conscious thought. The only thing I’m aware of is D’Aakh’s body against mine. Inside mine.
He’s here with me, sharing this heavenly sensation and it’s like I can feel him. Not just physically, because boy, do I feel him physically but also, he’s inside my soul. It’s like I’ve gained a sixth sense that is completely attuned to D’Aakh. To this grumpy bughead, who is beautiful both inside and out. The one male who is all mine and whom I’m never letting go of.
His ahni softly touch my forehead and it’s like handling a live wire. Another wave of orgasmic bliss rushes through me with the force of a tsunami, so I hold on to D’Aakh with all I have, worried I’ll lose myself in the pleasure and never find my way back.
I’m not sure if it takes minutes, hours or eons. Every time one of us moves, it reinvigorates the pleasure. Sometimes, all it takes is the throbbing of my pussy as it clenches around D’Aakh’s cock, or his involuntary twitch, and we’re right back to being blissed out of our minds.
“Oh my god…” I repeat for what feels like a hundredth time when the pleasure finally ebbs enough for me to form coherent thoughts.
D’Aakh can do nothing but moan in response, shifting his weight so as not to crush me underneath him. We’ve changed positions several times, each motion causing us to cry out in pleasure. “I love you, Lucía,” he confesses. “I think I’ve loved you ever since I first saw you. Thank you for being…you.”
I know men say a lot of crap when they’re balls deep inside a pussy but I know D’Aakh means it. “I love you too. I’ll always be there for you. Especially tomorrow.”
D’Aakh furrows his brows. “Tomorrow?”
“Yeah.” I grin. “Because tomorrow, Nikolai is going to tear you a new one for ignoring his orders. Because whatever the fuck we just did, I doubt it could be classified as ‘light physical activity’.”
He laughs, only wincing a little as he straightens his back. “Well, since I’m getting reamed for it anyway…” A moan escapes me as D’Aakh starts moving his hips again. “We should make sure it’s well deserved. Again?”
Chapter 33
Lyriana
