Page 23 of Chosen By the Alien
I take my time slicking myself up, rubbing the lube over my entrance, then guiding his cock to where I want it. Need it.
“Do not tease,” he groans, hands twitching like he wants to grab my hips but won’t unless I ask.
“I’m not,” I say, breath shaky. “I’m just enjoying the view.”
I lower myself slowly, inch by inch, stretching open. It burns, in the best fucking way. Full. So full.
He watches with reverence and restraint, glowing brighter, trembling underneath me.
Once I’m all the way down, I just breathe. Let it pulse through me. Let him feel how tight I am around him. Letmefeel how deep he is.
“Fuck,” I whisper.
“You are divine,” he says, almost like prayer.
I move.
Slow at first, rocking back and forth. Then faster. Rising up, slamming down. My thighs burn, but I don’t care. I want to ride him until I break.
He moans my name, voice cracking. His hands grip the sheets, not me, letting me stay in control, but it’s killing him.
“You can touch,” I gasp.
The second I say it, his hands are on me. One on my cock, stroking in time with my rhythm. The other grips my hip, grounding me, holding me open for every thrust down.
I cry out when he hits that spot inside me just right. My whole body clenches.
“Right there,” I pant. “There.Fuck… don’t stop.”
He doesn’t.
I ride him hard, desperate, my body trembling. The slap of skin fills the room, hot and wet and raw.
“Close,” I choke out.
“Yes,” he growls. “Come for me. Show me.”
I do.
With a cry, I come all over his chest, his stomach, my own, shaking as he throbs inside me and finally lets go. His release is hot and deep, flooding me, endless.
He glows when he comes. Not figuratively, literally. Light pulses from his skin, rolling over me like heat lightning.
I collapse onto him, sweaty, panting, sticky with everything.
He holds me. Doesn’t say anything. Just runs his fingers down my spine.
Minutes pass.
Eventually, I murmur, “I’m not ready for the word love.”
He tenses for a second. Then kisses the top of my head.
“But I’m not letting you go,” I add.
He exhales. “I would never leave. Unless you asked me to.” He’s quiet for a long moment. Then: “This planet is louder than I expected. Colder, in some ways. But when I’m with you, I understand why your kind stays. Why you fight to love in chaos.”
That stirs something in my chest. Something warm. Familiar. Dangerous.
