Page 21 of My Alien Angel
“I’m glad you like it. Good to know aliens drink booze, too. Jesus. Is this what you really look like? Or are you using some sort of disguise? Do you have tentacles?” The last question makes her blush, and she drinks deeply. “Forget that question.”
Unlikely, I think with a grin. “Yes, I look this.” If I could disguise myself, I’d have hidden my wings and walked among the humans without looking like an escaped menagerie attraction. “No tentacles, but my fingers is useful for very many things,” I tease, remembering the pictures I found. Later, I realized Fin was actually the one drawing them, not merely reading them, and my respect for her grew because they were amazing. So did my desire to have sex with her. I might not have tentacles, but I could certainly fulfill at least some of those fantasies.
Finishing her drink in one gulp, Fin scowls. “I thought we agreed to forget about those drawings.”
“I did not agree, and you asked about tentacles.” Huh, did I just make a fully correct sentence? No time to dwell on mybrilliant language proficiency, there are more important topics to discuss. “I can kiss you now?”
“Kiss me? You want to kiss me?” Fin stares at me. “You were the one who stopped me earlier. We shouldn’t be kissing now. We need to talk about this. You’re an alien!”
I notice she didn’t say that we can’t be kissing right now, just that we shouldn’t be. “I did not want to kiss when you not know I am an alien. You know now. Kiss now, talk more later?”
“I…” Fin seems tempted. “You will leave, right? Eventually? Go back to outer space?”
Even the thought of leaving her hurts, but that’s how it has to be. “Yes. But I am here now. I understand if you not want to. I just say I want to. You choose.” I shouldn’t be doing this. Not just because of a bunch of made up UGC rules, but because leaving her will be difficult. I’m already attached to Fin and sex will only make the attachment a million times stronger, but if this is my only chance to have her, I’d hate myself for not taking it. At least now she knows I’m interested. So damned interested it’s taking everything I have not to grab her and kiss every doubt from her mind.
“So…a no-strings-attached make-out session with an actual alien? What about sex? Can we have sex?” Her eyes trail down my bare chest to the telltale bulge in my pants. “Do you have, um, a cock? God, I can’t believe I’m actually asking you this. Caleb has been bugging me to ask since day one and I kept telling him to fuck off because I thought… I thought you were neurodivergent or had PTSD or… Damn. I feel like an idiot.”
I risk stepping closer, setting Fin’s glass on the table before gently taking her hands in mine. She’s shivering but I don’t think it’s from fear. “You are not an idiot, Infinity. You are smart, you are kind. You are perfect.” I wish I knew smoother words to convey how amazing she is, but this will have to do for now.
Lowering my head slowly, I make my intention to kiss her clear, giving Fin time to pull away if she wants to, but she doesn’t. Just as before, she closes the final distance between us and kisses me even more ferociously than before. This time, I let her take the lead, smiling against her lips as she grabs my hair to pull me lower. Even on her tiptoes, the height difference is making this position a little uncomfortable, so I grab Fin’s ass, lifting her up until she wraps her legs around my waist. Now her pussy is rubbing against my cock, delicious friction making me moan as I carry her to the bed.
“Wait,” she protests. “My bed. Bigger. Better mattress.”
I’m not about to complain. A second later, I have Fin on her back on her own bed, laid out like a dessert for me to feast on. Grabbing the bottom of her shirt, Fin helps by lifting her upper body off the bed so I can pull it over her head. Mercifully, she also undoes her bra, so I don’t have to struggle with alien clasps. Once her soft, round tits are free, I home in on them, kneading one with my hand while taking the nipple of the other one into my mouth.
Moaning, Fin arches into me, her legs wrapping around the backs of mine as she tries to pull me in closer. Obliging,I rub my cock against her covered pussy, angry at the layers of fabric still between us. Alternating between each nipple, I lavish her tits with attention until Fin moans and mindlessly grinds her hips against mine in desperate need for more friction. “More?” I ask, pretty sure she won’t say no but still wanting to make sure we’re on the same page.
“Yes! More. Fuck, Omni. More, please. I’ve imagined this so many fucking times and… Fuck.”
So, she did fantasize about me. Kissing my way down Fin’s stomach, she can’t see my triumphant smile through my curtain of hair. Her pants and underwear are halfway down her legs before I even reach her abdomen. Chuckling, I tease, “What aneager little human you are,” too horny to even realize I’ve slipped into my native tongue.
“Fuck.” Fin groans when one leg of her pants gets stuck around her ankle. “I don’t know what you’re saying, but it sounds so hot.”
Rescuing her from the last vestiges of tangled clothing, I pause a moment to feast on the sight in front of me. As if self-conscious, Fin tries to close her legs, but I hold her knees open. “Beautiful,” I say in her human language, then continue in my own. “You are the most beautiful female I have ever seen and I want to commit this sight to memory so that I remember you long after I leave. I wish things were different and I could stay but I can’t, and I’m not selfish enough to steal you from your life, so if this is all I can have, I want to savor it.”
Chapter 18
Fin
Omnisayssomethinginhis sharp language and I’d give everything I own to understand him, because the emotions swirling behind his eyes are so intense my chest constricts in response. This is a terrible idea. I’ve never been good at no-strings-attached sex. My strings are always quick to attach themselves and I already like Omni too much to simply let him go. Having sex will only make the attachment worse, unless he’s really bad at it but, judging by the way he lavished my tits with attention, I doubt it. I think we both know this is a bad idea, but neither of us is willing to stop. If tonight is all we have, thenwe’re making the most of it. Fuck, why didn’t I try to kiss him days ago?
Right. Because back then he didn’t have the words to explain things to me and didn’t want to take things further until I knew what he was. A freaking alien. I’m naked in front of a freaking alien!
Fuck. I probably should have asked him about alien sexual practices because I’m not really into anal probes. I mean, they could be fun in theory, but that TV guy didn’t seem too happy about his alien experience. God! I still can’t believe aliens are real and that I— “Oh! Fuck, yes!” Omni lowers his head and now I have an alien tongue licking my pussy. Fuck!
His tongue immediately finds my clit, a feat nearly impossible for most human men, flicking it a few times before gently sucking it into his mouth. Moaning, my hips arch and my legs spread wide to give him better access. Chuckling, he hoists my knees over his shoulders, the feathers tickling my feet as his wings flutter back and forth, as if he has little control over them at the moment.
Probing my pussy with his fingers, Omni enters me first with one, then adds another, curling them upwards just the way I like. How does he know what I like? Is he telepathic? I should have asked so many more questions before jumping into bed with him, but I’ve been lusting after him for so long nothing else seemed important.
“Relax, Infinity,” he rumbles against my clit before resuming teasing me with his tongue. His fingers reach my pleasure zone and begin rubbing against my G-spot, sliding in and out of me like I pray his cock soon will. Each glorious motion pushes me closer and closer to ecstasy but it’s not until Omni whispers something that I swear is alien for “come for me” that I finally shatter, my legs closing around his head, squeezing his face so close to my pussy I doubt he can breathe. He keeps uphis ministrations, prolonging my orgasm with every flick of his tongue and thrust of his fingers, setting off fresh waves of ecstasy that crest and retreat, drowning me in bliss.
“Fuck…” is all I manage to say, not quite back on planet Earth. Wait, we are still on planet Earth, right? Forcing my eyes to focus, I confirm that we’re still in my bedroom before promptly closing them again. “Fuck.”
“Yes,” Omni chuckles, blowing air onto my overstimulated clit. “Now?”
“Abso-freakin-lutely.” I pat the bed next to me. “Come here and show me that alien cock.” Alien cock. I suppress a squeal. I’m gonna get fucked by an actual alien cock. It’s like a nerd’s wet dream.
Instead of lying next to me, Omni stands beside the bed. At first, I don’t understand why but one look at his wings, and I realize the explanation. “Oh. Right. You probably can’t lie comfortably on your back.” What a shame. I would have loved to ride him. To ride an alien with angel wings. Jesus Christ. Am I dreaming?
