Page 46 of Her Alien Neighbor

“Do you wish to try?” he asks, reaching one hand up to cup my cheek when he sees my gaze widen at his size. Then his thumb moves along my bottom lip, tracing it.

“Yes,” I reply in more of a whimper than coherent words. I part my lips and wrap them around the tip of his thumb, sucking on it.

“Would you like to pick a safe word?” he asks. Why have I not considered this before? Because it felt like I didn’t need one, simply because there was nothing too kinky about my encounters? Only now do I realize how dumb that was. A safe word helps two people keep boundaries in place. It doesn’t matter what activities are involved.

I nod, “Let’s go with,” my eyes drop down between our bodies, and “banana” flies out of my mouth. Ugh, banana? Really?

He laughs when he sees how red my cheeks are.

“Very well,” he says, still smiling. “You say ‘banana’ and we stop. It is that simple. Say the word at any moment you feel uncomfortable, okay?”

Words evade me because I’m so nervous I’m going to fuck this up, so I just nod again. I don’t want to have to saybananaat all. I just want this to work, and for this frustrating, embarrassing sexual hang-up to be a thing of the past.

Leaning down to kiss him, I jerk back as a thought pops into my head. “Do you want a safe word too?” He probably doesn’t need one, but it can’t hurt to ask.

He tilts his head to the side as he thinks. “I will use ‘banana’ as well.”

A grateful smile tugs at my lips. He’s humoring me, I know he is, but I don’t care. It puts me at ease.

“Mmm,” he groans, his eyes locked on my mouth. He wraps his arm around me, splaying his fingers at the small of my back, and pulls me closer until my nipples graze the top of his chest. “Good girl,” he says as I slowly lower myself until his cock brushes against my pussy.

My eyes instinctively pinch shut as I push the images of Trevor from my mind. I can feel my heartbeat start to race.

No.

No, I need to fight this.

“Hey,” Axil says, crooking a finger beneath my chin. “Do you wish to stop?” he asks.

“No,” I automatically reply, opening my eyes to look at him. “I don’t, but what if I can’t do this?” The memories continue to flood my mind, of Trevor’s rancid breath on my chest that night as he held me down, the hateful look in his eyes as I cried.

“Keep your eyes on me,” Axil says, his tone soft but firm. “There is no one here but us.”

I feel my breaths start to even out the longer I keep my gaze locked on him. The sight of him is comforting. The feel of his arms around me makes me feel safe. I adjust my body slightly, so my pussy is directly above his cock, and I reach between our bodies to guide him in.

The moment our bodies are connected, he presses the tip of his nose against mine and whispers, “You can do this. Just me and you, Vanessa. No one else.”

Axil doesn’t move. He keeps himself perfectly still as I continue a slow, agonizing descent down his length. His expression becomes strained as he struggles to keep his eyes open. The man deserves an Olympic medal in restraint.

With Trevor absent from my mind, I decide to take that next step in ridding myself of this pain by slamming my hips down until I’m speared on him, and our bodies meet hip to hip.

He groans as his fingers dig into my back. “Hurts?” he asks, brushing the hair off my forehead.

“No,” I reply, panting. In truth, it hurts a little. I would be amazed if it didn’t after twenty years of zero dicks inhabiting the space, but it’s nowhere near as much pain as I expected to feel. There’s a slight burn, but as I continue breathing, my muscles relax around him, and I start to get comfortable. “More.”

He thrusts upward slowly. A muscle in his jaw ticks as sweat forms on his brow. “You feel so good, Vanessa. Fuck!” he grunts, his voice shaking.

He’s trying so hard for me.

I take his face in my hands and lean down, planting a gentle kiss on his lips. “Harder, please. I want more of you.”

Just as the words leave my mouth, Axil’s fingers bite into the skin of my hips as he slams me down on his cock. Warmth pools in my belly, slowly curling and spreading throughout my body as my muscles grow taut. I put my hands on his shoulders and hold on as he continues his thrusts, taking me along for the ride.

My eyes fall closed, briefly, and the terror comes rushing back. Axil notices immediately.

“Eyes on me,” he commands, his fingers getting tangled in my hair as he presses his forehead against mine. “Don’t let the memories take you away, my love. Stay here.”

I do as he says, and relief washes over me as I continue to gaze down at him, and the images fail to return.

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