Page 111 of Saved By the Alien Hybrid
She sighed, softening beneath his attention. Her knees fell wide again, and she made a sound in her throat when he seated himself back inside her.
“Tell me how to make you come.” He pleaded, holding himself over her. “I want you to feel as I do.”
She worried her bottom lip between her teeth. When he rocked experimentally over her, she hitched her knees higher, wrapping her legs around his waist. He thrust lazily, waiting for her to open up to him.
“Cordelia,” he chided when she went too long without speaking. “Tell me.”
“This position is hard for me to finish in,” she said, her eyes flitting fast like she was searching for a negative reaction. “I… I like it on my knees, with my fingers on my clit.”
He was enjoying this—rocking inside her with their faces so close together—but he felt a feral satisfaction when he imagined the position she described.
Pulling out of her, he said in a low, demanding tone, “Show me.”
CHAPTER 46
Shiveringat the intense look on Rentir’s face, Cordelia obliged. She rolled beneath him, leaves and sticks clinging to her skin and tangling in her hair.
Whose stupid idea had it been to fuck in the dirt, again?
After a futile, awkward attempt to brush herself off, she turned onto her stomach and crawled her knees forward, arching her back in invitation. It was a position that was usually about convenience for her—getting her partner in and out in the least amount of time it would take them both to climax, with the least amount of unwelcome eye-gazing. Now, it felt strangely vulnerable. The chilled night air swept over her damp sex, reminding her that she was stretched and dripping beneath his gaze.
When he didn’t immediately touch her, she grew self-conscious. The sound of his cum dripping loudly against a leaf beneath her was more that she could take and she started to sit up.
“If you’re not into it, it’s?—”
A growl and a heavy palm between her shoulder blades silenced her. He pinned her back down to the ground. “Stay,” he commanded.
He shuffled behind her, nudging her knees wider with his own. The head of his cock pressed against her, and she let her hips go loose as he slid inside her. The fullness was overwhelming from this angle. She groaned deep in her gut, too far gone to care about how animalistic the sound was.
Rentir made a strangled noise from behind her, but he didn’t thrust; he stayed there, buried within her, the weight of his eyes roaming over her bare skin.
“Fuck me,” she begged, rocking her hips back.
A breath whistled through his teeth as her ass collided with him.
His free hand palmed her hard. “You look so beautiful like this.”
She spit a leaf out of her mouth and tipped her head to the side, peering at him through the curtain of her hair. “Doubtful, but thanks.”
“You doubt me?” The hand between her shoulder blades slid down to cup the back of her neck as he curled over her. “I have vowed never to withhold the truth from you again. Did that mean nothing?”
She couldn’t think clearly enough to come up with a clever reply. He rocked his hips experimentally, stirring deep within her, testing the limits of her channel. She couldn’t hold back the moan that followed.
“Cordelia? I asked you a question.”
“Shut up,” she mumbled, burying her face in her arms.
He tutted in her ear, sliding a hand up into her hair. His claws rasped against her scalp to skin-tingling effect as he carefully drew the long mass away from her face and neck. “Let me see your face.”
With a huff of frustration, feeling unbearably raw and vulnerable, she obliged. He hummed his approval, leaning downto pepper soft kisses over her cheek and temple as he rocked minutely within her. His tenderness disarmed her.
It might have been a familiar position, but nothing about this experience was turning out the way she was used to. His chest was pressed against her back, making his contented purr reverberate through her. He buried his nose in her hair and breathed her in like he was taking his first free breath in all his life. His hand slid down her spine and over her hip, delving through her pubic hair.
“Ren,” she breathed.
His blunted claws parted her sex, his middle fingers spreading her labia and nestling in. Pleasure jolted through her as they framed her clitoris.
“This is your clit, isn’t it?”
