Page 53 of Invasive Species
“More,” I whisper, and his eyes light.
He thrusts a little and he fills me so much I feel I might burst. I look down between us, his other cock bobbing between our stomachs, and then I’m coming apart, I’m unraveling. The edge was so close and I never saw it. But it rushes toward me now and I’m screaming and laughing and coming, coming so hard I can’t breathe.
He holds me through it, and his cock seems to expand, pushing outward so much my hips ache a little. Is he going to split me? The idea is terrifying and sexy at the same time, because Gara would never hurt me.
I come again and again, wave after wave of orgasms I never tumble down from, just from Gara filling me and bucking his hips every now and again.
I’m jabbering, “Oh fuck,” and “Yes more,” and “Oh god,” in Welsh and in English, and I don’t care.
When I feel like I can’t take anymore, I come to a rest against his chest and he wraps me safe in his arms. My worldshakes and rumbles with aftershocks from the pleasure, brain stretching out in one large silence, like all the shows shut off at once.
Peace.
Eventually, I can speak again. “Wow. That was amazing.”
“Yes,” he says, voice rough.
I look up in time to see him blink away tears, and my heart swells. I nuzzle against his chest, which is covered with sweat. The alien hasn’t noticed yet, or he doesn’t seem to care.
It’s nice to sit here together, him still inside me, instead of us jumping up to rush off and get cleaned. I love messy sexy times but guys never want to cuddle in a puddle of come, strangely. The full feeling hasn’t left, giving me a pleasant glow inside.
I try to move back just to give him a bit of personal space, but something inside tugs. His hips jerk, locked to mine, and he winces.
“Sorry. Can you… deknot or deflate or something?”
His eyes lock to mine. “No. We’re knotted together.”
“Uh… what?”
“We’re knotted together. It has to go down on its own.”
“So, we’re stuck together like this?”
“Yes.” His arms go stiff around me, like he’s afraid I’ll fly away.
Well, I can’t, so he shouldn’t be worried.
I nod in a measured way. I’m oddly completely calm about this. At least he definitely sticks around for post-sex cuddles. “For how long?”
“I don’t know.” He glances away. “You can try to pull free. I’ll help as much as I can.”
I wriggle a little, but I don’t feel him move inside me. We’re locked together pretty firmly. “Would that hurt?”
“No, it won’t hurt you. It might be uncomfortable at first, but I can lubricate the area tominimize that.”
“Will it hurt you?” I stroke his jaw to make him look at me.
His eyes are haunted. “Yes, but I can cope.”
He really is so innocent not knowing his own body, and caring, prioritizing me over his own comfort.
I snuggle into his chest. “I guess we’re just going to have to get cozy with each other.”
He hesitates only for a second before his arms wrap around me, shutting out the world. “I guess we will. Are you feeling well?”
I'm feeling seen, safe and sated. “Great, actually. Kinda wish we had snacks, though.”
I eye the paintbrushes and the canvas we debauched, tantalizingly within reach. “So, I guess your afternoon plans are pretty fixed inside me. Would you mind sitting for another portrait? Or… laying down, I guess.”
