Page 30 of Becoming Brandy

“Can I show you?” Fingers tugged at the cloth, but they didn’t pull it down. The teasing was killing her.

“Show me,” she said throatily.

“If you say so.”

He swept the fabric down her hips. Soon, he was sliding her panties over her ass and pulling them off.

His eyes lingered on her like he couldn’t stop himself from staring. The pure pleasure on his face softened his features, making him appear boyish and so achingly handsome. She wished she could snap a photo of him as he was right now.

But then he was reaching down and caressing her core. Her eyes rolled back in her head as the pleasure flooded her body. She wanted to watch his massive body loom over her and his face tighten as he enjoyed her pleasure, but her own enjoyment was too much. Her hands clawed at the dirt as he slipped his finger into her hot wet center.

“Tork,” she moaned, swiveling her hips, wanting him deeper.

“Is it mine?” he asked, plunging one digit into her before adding another.

The throbbing heat of it was burning her up. She could barely speak. “It’s yours.”

“Good.” His voice was a low satisfied grumble.

He shed his clothes, giving her a quick view of his amazing body before lowering himself again. She felt him angle toward her, and she knew what she’d been longing for was about to come to fruition. How many times had she thought about the sex with him and wanted it again? Over and over, she’d pictured it—his massive arms on either side of her head, his pecs and abs slick with sweat as he readied himself, and his face as he felt the pleasure her body was giving him. Brandy gripped his arms in anticipation as he hovered above her.

Slowly, he lowered himself until the tip of his erection pressed against the outside of her core. Bucking her hips up, she tried to encourage him to enter her, to scratch the itch that had been building, but he hesitated. His intense dark eyes stared into hers.

“I know the others may please you. There’s nothing I can do about that,” he said seriously. “But they won’t make you feel like I do. I want you to remember that.”

She nodded, holding onto his arm. “Make me feel good, Tork.”

He grinned.

He sank down, his cock sliding home. It was like every nerve ending inside her was dialed up to eleven as he thrust into her. She clutched him, holding on for dear life. The heat of him, the size, felt so good she could barely hang on.

But then he began rocking his hips, moving up and down with a friction that doubled the pleasure. She dug her fingernails into his shoulders, throwing her head back as wave after wave of undulations sent her building to climax.

The wave that radiated out to all parts of her body was more than she could’ve expected. Tingles upon tingles made her legs shake and her mind melt. She came screaming his name.

When Tork cried out, stiffening, she rode that wave of ecstasy with him, feeling him convulse inside her.

He let his bulk hover over her without crushing the air from her lungs. She felt perfect and satiated beneath his wall of muscle. Like nothing could ever be as good as this.

She loved the fact they never had to worry about protection. Aliens didn’t carry human diseases, and she’d long since stopped worrying about getting pregnant. It was just not going to happen.

He kissed her neck where it met her shoulder in a very tender way she hadn’t known he was capable of. Then he rolled off her and started to dress.

She watched him, the muscles of his back rippling as the fabric slipped over them. “Don’t get dressed so soon,” she begged.

He scanned her naked body, but his expression was sad. “I’m only allotted an hour, and that time is almost up.”

“An hour? Why?”

“It’s the new agreement we have. How we managed to do this without killing each other. For now.” He stood and grabbed his pants, giving her an excellent view of his toned backside.

“An hour? Really? That’s it?”

“That’s it.”

She gripped her clothes, not ready to dress yet. She’d had visions of her and Tork wrapped in each other arms as they watched the sunset over the valley. That was certainly not going to happen now.

And what was worse was Tork was back to his morose self, stuffing on jeans and not meeting her gaze.

She stood up and reached out to grab his arm. When he turned to her, a scowl flashed on his face before he seemed to think better of it and hid his emotions from her. “When will I see you again?”

“I don’t know,” he said darkly. “It’s not up to me, is it?”

Turning, he strode back down the mountain path.

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