Page 32 of The Alien Noble's Little Human

Her eyes tell me she needs something more powerful than mere blankets to shield her, and with my eyes, I offer. She positions herself to make an open space, far more room than even I require. She moves her arms to indicate I should lower myself, and she grabs me, almost greedily.

The pile of blankets falls from her body beneath her breasts, and I realize that she somehow managed, while underneath the burrow of covers, to remove her freezing clothes.

She’s wearing nothing underneath. She opens up her wrapping of blankets for me to slide in next to her. I press my body against hers, and in the dim light, I see her smile. Her breath is calm and her body is relaxed.

For a while, the two of us lay in near-silence, our bodies fitting together to preserve heat. The only sounds are our breathing, the roaring wind of the blizzard, and the sounds of the chordata. Even her soft breathing drives me wild. It fills my ears.

The vibrations of her shivering body feel electric on my skin, and I caress her naked hip and pull her closer to me. Her skin is smooth, like fresh milk, and I want my fingers to draw a map of every contour.

Zaya grabs my arms and wraps them around her. She slides against my body so her back is against my chest. We once again lay in silence.

The plan is working. I already feel warmer. But that’s not all that’s happening.

Before, my mind couldn’t move past the feel of her kiss. Now, I can’t focus on anything beyond the softness of her skin against mine. My spines are only feeling hotter and hotter.

Zaya’s body has stopped shivering but now starts moving in a new way. She pushes her body harder against mine. Her ass rubs against my cock. It doesn’t take long for my erection to ache from how badly I need her.

My hand slides down her body, stopping just outside her pussy.

Two fingers slip into Zaya’s pussy, already soaking wet. She moans softly, continuing to rub her ass against my growing cock.

My thumb lightly massages her clit while my two fingers curl and unfurl slowly inside her. Her pussy gets wetter and wetter with every movement of my fingers.

Meanwhile, my free hand finds a home on Zaya’s chest. While I can’t see them, firmly hidden under the layers of blankets, her tits feel perfect. Her tiny nipples are already hard to the touch. I pinch them between my fingers, Zaya’s moans growing louder.

Then I start to thrust gently, sliding my cock up and down the groove of her ass cheeks. I begin teasing her with the full length of my shaft.

I slip a third finger into Zaya’s pussy. She starts to pulsate against my fingers. Her moans grow louder, echoing beautifully around the cave.

“Oh, Taurek. Oh, please keep doing that.”

My thumb massages her clit harder, and I squeeze her nipple between my two fingers. I press my cock harder against her ass.

Zaya’s full body quivers against mine and shakes uncontrollably. Her body is overcome with the pleasure I have given her.

Her hand reaches back and grabs my cock. She slowly starts stroking it, running her tiny soft hand from base to tip, rolling it up and down over and over. It would be meditative if it didn’t make me mad with desire.

“I need you in me,” she whispers. “Fuck me.”

In all my time with my first wife, I never felt passion like this. Our lovemaking was almost clinical, like we were just completing a task. But this…

I take my cock from her hand. I press the tip along the outside of her pussy. Her wetness is already coating my cock.

I jam myself into her. Her pussy opens ever so slightly to accept my shaft. Her tight wet pussy wraps around me.

“Oh, my god,” I moan. “Zaya, your body is fucking perfect.”

“So is yours,” she moans back.

I move my hands to his hips and start to thrust. I go slowly at first, sliding my cock in and out of her wetness. I can’t believe I ever tolerated sex that felt like anything less than this.

Zaya’s pussy holds every inch of my cock. Pleasurable electricity is sent across my body. I can feel each thrust everywhere from my cock to my spines.

I keep moving slowly in and out of Zaya’s body. Her hands reach up to grab my head. She pulls me down for a kiss. Our lips meet, and I know I can’t let this moment ever end.

“Taurek.” Zaya pulls just a hair’s length from our kiss.

My fingers grip her hips tighter. I fuck her harder, and she delights in feeling my cock dive inside her, thick and full and dripping with precum, lubricating my thrusts inside her as I go faster and harder.

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