Page 49 of Invasive Species
“Oh, Gara,” she murmurs, and my skin is electrically sensitive, my cocks begging to be freed and sheathed inside her, her skin pressing against mine as if we will merge into one. It's like I'm falling, and then I realize: we are.
I put one arm out to arrest our fall, tucking her close to my chest as canvases clatter around us. Pain flares up my forearm as we land, Arra-bellah giving a little “oof,” breaking the seal of our lips.
“Oh, shit.” She wriggles a little. “Why’s my back wet?”
“Uh…” Over her shoulder is an explosion of greens all up the previously white rectangles. “We landed on some paint.”
Instead of being angry, her lips sweep up. “Awesome. This will make for a really interesting project.”
She scoops a handful from over her shoulder, rubbing her fingertips together. “What do you think of using me like a paint sponge?”
Whatever she wants, I’ll give it to her, but my needs are clamoring. “I think it's been long enough. I want to taste you.”
“Oh, man.” She arches against me. “Yes please.”
I move her up, laying her over a blank canvas, and her smile widens. “It'll be an amazing record of our?—”
She cuts off as I latch my lips over her nipple.
SEVENTEEN
ARABELLA
Holy fuck,this is the hottest make out sesh I've ever had. Adding art to it? Even better.
I wrap my legs around his hard midsection, fully flexed as he balances his weight above me. Each lap at my left nipple sends sparks shooting through me to my hungry pussy, which definitely wants part of the action.
Needing something to hold on to, I grab his bicep beside my head. With his free hand, he eases his fingers down my side while not breaking contact with my boob, electric jade gaze studying mine like he’s gauging every single one of my reactions. Well, I'm about to give him extensive feedback: I am so not quiet during sex, and I’ve certainly never held back with Gara.
I guide his free hand down across my stomach to the top of my sweatpants. He takes the invitation, thick fingers running along my skin leaving a trail of fire in their wake, before delving underneath. He finds my panties and picks his way under those as well, and I open my legs to him. I'm sopping wet already, and as his questing fingers stroke over mymound toward my slit, I'm grinning from ear to ear at the mere idea of him touching me there.
“Am I doing well?” he asks, gaze never wavering.
“You’re doing fabulously. Are you sure I'm your first human?” I say, easing my hips up to meet his hand. One of his fingers slides exactly where I want him, and his eyes dilate as he strokes me in the perfect place, as if he can feel the zing too.
“You are my first everything,” he says in a low, gravelly voice.
I gasp. “I'm your first?”
He blinks slowly. “Was that the wrong thing to say?”
“No, I mean, it's fine, but…” Shit, he's a virgin. Wait, he's a virgin, and he can kiss likethat?
His touch sets me ablaze in the best way, and he's only using textual sexual references, if his reading history was any clue. If he's this good from being booksmart, what will he be like when he has a few practical experiences under his belt?
But his first experience should be special and magical.
“I'll take care of you,” I say, sitting up.
He puts a hand over my heart, halting me midrise. “I want to make this art with you.”
Hm, it would be a unique way to record one's first time, and I don't really need telling twice. “Okay, if you're sure.”
He frowns slightly. “I'm always sure.”
I giggle. “Alright then, I'll take you at your word.”
“You should.” The huge alien tugs at my sweatpants with one hand while the other slides between my folds.
