Page 41 of My Christmas Alien Mate

I straddled his body and stared into his deep red eyes before I kissed him again. He was still growing his beard out, and it was becoming a bit scratchy. He promised he would shave it after the holidays. I figured he was planning something, but I didn't know what, so I let it be and put up with the slight stubble burn I received every time we were kissing. It wasn't that hard either, because quite frankly, to some extent, his stubble was quite the turn-on. Not only did it make him look more dangerous, but he knew how to apply the scratchiness to just the right places.

His hand moved under my shirt and cupped my breast through my bra. I loved when he did that, and I loved it even more when, like now, he pushed the bra up to have his palm caress my breast and slightly tweak my nipple.

Through the cloth of my pants, I felt his hardening erection press against my core and began to move my hips provocatively up and down and side to side. My efforts were rewarded by a deep moan, and his hand cupped my tit just a bit harder.

His other hand worked on my shirt, pulled it up and over my head, while I contorted to accommodate him.

Once it was over my head, he opened the clasp to my bra and off it went as well.

Despite the roaring fire in the fireplace, the air was a little bit chilly, but having it caress my overheated, naked skin was just the right contrast to arouse me even further.

Next, I pulled Galexor's shirt over his head to expose his mouthwatering pecs and abs. My palms couldn't seem to get enough of touching him. They moved over the grooves and valleys and made my blood sing with his hardness.

"Enough!" With a deep growl, Galexor lifted me easily off him and onto the couch. His hands moved to my pants, opened the button and zipper, and pulled them off me. My panties found a similar fate.

Kneeling between my legs, he lifted them up and lowered his head to feast on my core. My hands tried in vain to find purchase as he subjected me to the sweetest torture imaginable.

Unable to move much, my senses were overloaded with his hot tongue stroking and licking my most intimate folds and spots.

His hands grabbing my ass dug into my flesh deliciously, and I felt myself coming quickly. The moment his lips sealed around my clit, and I felt the pressure of his teeth against my most vulnerable flesh, knowing he would never hurt me, my insides exploded with a violent climax that left me panting.

But he wasn't done, far from it. He rearranged me so I lay face down, while his hands grabbed my hips and lifted my ass up into the air. His shaft entered me slowly, because he was so large and we were a tight fit, but each inch he gained made me see stars. My juices flowed freely and lubricated him enough so he could soon easily pump in and out of me; languidly at first, he slowly began to move faster and harder. I moved my hips to meet his thrusts, while my heart rate increased and sweat poured down me.

I felt him stiffen right before he pumped his seed deep into me and when he roared, "MINE!" I lost it.

Swirling heat spread through me like an explosion, enveloped and carried me with it into the land of utter bliss. Where nothing existed but him and me and our pulsing bodies as I panted through my pleasure.

He collapsed on top of me, mindful of his weight. He nibbled on my earlobe. "I love you. You are incredible, Amber."

"You're not too bad yourself, Galexor," I replied, still breathing hard.

His breath was hot on my still sensitive skin, arousing and comforting at the same time.

"How about you lie here for a moment while I fix us a hot bath," he offered.

"You know what? That sounds heavenly," I replied.

Next to the shower, which he liked to take about three times a day because he simply couldn't get enough of it, the bath was his second favorite past time, and I couldn't wait to go swimming in the lake with him in the summer. And hiking. And in the fall, we could go in search of wild blackberries and raspberries for our cookies and pies. There was not one moment in our future I didn't look forward to.

Thoughts of losing this place entered my mind, but I pushed them successfully aside like I always did. This was not the time to think about it.

He handed the thick blanket he bought the other day at one of the stores over to me, and soon I heard the rushing of water in the bathtub.

The blanket was cozy and soft, softer than any of the old ones I had in the cottage, and as much as I felt I should dampen his shopping sprees, I realized if he and I were to live here together, we would need to make some changes, make this place ours.

If we managed to keep the bank at bay, I vowed we would clean the master bedroom out. It would be hard removing Grampa's things, but there was no sense in wasting the space on an unused, museum-like room. Grampa would have wanted that for me as well. There would be plenty of pictures and knickknacks everywhere that would remind me of him.

Galexor arrived, interrupting my musings and carried me to the bathtub. This was another thing I could easily get used to, the way he just seemed to love carrying me around.

Iwasmorenervousthan ever when the morning of Christmas Eve rolled around. Kzod and Adred would be here in a few hours, expecting a traditional Christmas dinner.

First, Galexor and I tidied up the house and my room, since his father would be spending the night in it and Adred on the couch. Every time I thought about the big, hulking, scary alien High Commander bedding down in my lavender room, I had to suppress a giggle, and promised one more time that, should I be lucky enough to keep my house, Galexor and I would give it a complete makeover. Turning my room into a more fitting guest bedroom and changing the master bedroom for Galexor and me.

Galexor had even surprised me with making plans on how to add on to the small cabin. Adding multiple rooms to the sides, one to be our office and the other, he said with a wink, for our offspring.

I swallowed at the mention of babies, our babies. I knew things were progressing at hyperspeed. Galexor might have been used to this kind of speed as a pilot, but I wasn't quite there yet, even though the notion of starting a family with him pleased me.

My life had been planned out so differently. Sure, kids and a family had been part of it, but first I had always assumed I would build a career for myself. Now everything was up in the air and for grabs. The weird thing was that it didn't scare me, it was the opposite; more and more I allowed myself to daydream of things to come.

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