Page 70 of Her Alien Neighbor

“Mylo,” I say in a chilly tone. “So good of you to announce your presence.”

“If I had not, what might I be watching right now, brother?” he asks as he continues down the stairs, leaning on the banister with a book in his hand.

“That’s a good point,” Vanessa says in agreement. Then turns to face my brother. “Hey, Mylo. Great to see you as always.”

She takes my hand and tugs me along toward my room. The moment the door is shut behind us, Vanessa is clawing at my suit––well, Kyan’s suit––trying to remove all the layers at once. We break apart long enough to undress ourselves, and just as Vanessa’s zipper is all the way down, I pause, knowing what I am about to say cannot wait.

“Vanessa, there is something I must tell you,” I begin, my throat getting dry already, and I have only just begun. She should know this before we proceed, though.

She turns to face me and flicks the straps of her dress off her shoulders, sending the whole thing down her body and landing in a pile around her ankles. Beneath the dress, there is nothing, just her glorious, tanned skin completely bare for me.

My breathing becomes ragged in an instant, just looking at her. She is incredible.

But no. I must share this with her first. “Um, Vanessa. What I wish to tell you is––”

“No,” she says, stepping in front of me and pressing her fingers to my lips. “Please. I can’t take any more negativity tonight. Can we just have this?” she asks, wrapping my arms around her, and placing them on her ass the way they were before. “And save the serious talk for tomorrow?”

We could, and god, do I want to. I have a hunch, however, that this is something she would prefer to know now. “It is just tha––”

“Axil,” she says with a sigh. “Please. I’m begging you.” She cups my face in her hands and stares deeply into my eyes. “Tonight, I just want you.” She pushes up on her toes and kisses me, a needy, desperate kiss. “Please,” she whispers against my lips.

I am powerless to deny her. If this is what she wants, then I shall give it to her, and I will be sure to discuss this important matter with her as soon as she wakes.

“I am yours, my love,” I say before flicking my tongue against her thick bottom lip.

That is all the encouragement she needs, apparently, because as the words leave my mouth, her lips are there. I feel her hands moving deftly as she loosens my tie while I focus on removing my pants. Kicking them off my legs, I lift her into my arms and carry her to the bed. Her legs remain wrapped around my middle, even as I lay her on her back.

“I need you,” she says, her tone raw and full of emotion as her chest heaves. A shudder rips through my body the moment her hardened nipples brush against my bare skin. My cock pulses against her belly, desperate for her wet heat. She wraps her fingers around the head, stroking me all the way to the base. With her other hand, she pulls me down for a kiss.

I groan into her mouth, the sight of her needy and writhing beneath me fills me with male pride. “I have missed you,” I growl. “I do not think I can go slow.”

She smiles at me wickedly as her hand drifts farther between us until she’s cupping and massaging my sac. “I don’t want slow,” she whispers. Then her fingers circle my cock as she guides me toward her entrance. “Need you now.”

“Wait,” I say, sitting back on my heels. I reach over and pull out a condom from the drawer on my nightstand and tear into it.

“Good thinking,” she says, spreading her legs wider for me.

These condoms are incredibly tight, uncomfortably tight. But Vanessa prefers to use them, so we shall.

I cover her with my body as I settle myself at the apex of her thighs, then I slowly push inside. I am not moving fast enough, however, because Vanessa presses the heels of her feet into my backside, causing me to thrust until I am fully seated inside her. She sucks in a breath when we are hip to hip, her light blue eyes never leaving mine.

“Okay?” I ask, checking in on the feel of her body as well as her mind. I still do not know what occurred tonight, but I want her under me without regretting a second of it tomorrow.

“Mmm,” she nods, her blunt teeth sinking into her bottom lip.

Then I start to move. She moves with me. She is soaked, the sounds of our sex echoing through the room. We never quite settle on a rhythm, and it is neither smooth nor particularly athletic, but that does not take away from her intoxicating scent as it fills my lungs, or the way her cunt flexes and flutters around my cock.

She whimpers as I pick up the pace, her back arching as her eyes roll back.

“You take my cock so well,” I whisper into her ear, my tongue tracing the shell of it. “Perfect, Vanessa. You are so fucking perfect.”

Her fingernails scrape along my back as her legs tremble. “Oh god. Oh my god,” she moans.

“You are mine,” I growl against her neck, letting my teeth graze the smooth skin of her throat. “Say it.”

She moans, her thighs locked around my body.

My tongue runs along her jaw. “Say it.”

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