Page 89 of Her Alien Neighbor

Before I’m able to come down, I feel him pull out and his hand cups my pussy. I whimper at the empty feeling, but then I feel wetness followed by his cockhead moving between my cheeks as he presses against them, trapping his cock in the crack of my ass.

Through his ragged breaths, he says, “This ass is about to my mine.” He nudges inside, slowly, and I tense. “Relax,” he whispers.

I’m trying, but it feels like he’s trying to push an entire tree through an olive. And then I’m annoyed by the terrible analogy and clench my jaw at the mental image.

“Breathe for me, Vanessa,” he says, kneading my ass, encouragingly. “Just breathe.”

I focus on the path of my breath, in and out, and once that steals my attention, my muscles loosen as he goes deeper. The deeper he goes, the harder it is to breathe, and just when I think there’s nowhere else for him to go, he pushes farther inside me.

“You’re too big,” I moan, my nails digging into the thin rug beneath.

“You can take me, Vanessa. I know you can.”

I cry out, my body unable to do anything else while so filled with Axil’s cock.

“Yes,” he hisses proudly. Then he pulls out and thrusts back in. “Good girl. So good for me.”

This is unreal. To feel such intense stimulation in that particular area, I never knew it could be like this. Blinding, unrelenting pleasure shoots through me, bursting through every muscle, every nerve, every cell as I hold on for dear life.

Two thrusts later, and Axil comes too. He pulls out, hot jets of come streaming across my back. I hear him grunt appreciatively at the sight, then he bends down and presses a kiss between my shoulder blades. “I love you, Vanessa Bradford.”

Using the last embers of my strength, I push myself up from where my face was pressed against the rug and turn to face him. “I love you, Axil Monroe.”

“Axilssanai,” he says. “It is my given name.”

“Mmm,” I say, pulling him down for a kiss. “Axilssanai. You healed me, you know.”

The dimple in his cheek deepens as a wide smile spreads across his cheeks. “Yeah?”

I nod, thinking about how my body used to shut down when I even considered having sex with someone. He changed me. “Yeah.”

Then, right before my eyes, he unmasks, letting me see him in his natural state. He’s so stunning like this.

“Promise me something,” I tell him.

“Anything.”

“Whenever we’re home, you stay like this,” I say. “As you’re meant to be. I want to see more of the real you.”

His eyes fall closed as he presses his forehead against mine. “You honor me.”

He pulls me to my feet, and we rinse off together in the shower. After I make him a peanut butter, jelly, and chip sandwich for dinner, we bundle up and head outside, but not before grabbing a shovel.

“You think we should do this now?” he asks, leading me to the top of the hill on the other side of his shed where the view is completely unobstructed, and the river and cornfields glow by the light of the full moon.

“Technically, I was supposed to do it the day after the reunion, at two in the afternoon,” I tell him. “I feel like it’s rude to wait any longer.”

He tilts his head to the side. “That was your scheduled time too?”

“What?”

“That’s when Lady Norton wanted me to say good-bye to her as well.”

I chuckle, shaking my head. The woman set us up for an extremely morbid first date. That’s so like her. “Do we dig first, or spread her ashes first?”

“I think we say good-bye and spread her ashes first,” Axil suggests.

That does sound like the right order of events.

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