Chapter 18
“Fuck,” I gasped, as I was fully impaled. It wasn’t a good ‘fuck’ either. I couldn't breathe, my vision blacked out, for a moment I swore I was stretched so tight around him I could feel his heartbeat against my pubic bone.
He’d killed me. Death by alien sex. Decimated by an unnaturally large dick. I regretted everything and nothing all at once.
My thighs trembled as if my body was trying to decide if I should try and escape the overwhelming tightness or just submit to my undignified demise.
“Naomi?” Carn’s worried expression swam into focus above me and I blinked up at him as the shock of his thrust slowly faded to an uncomfortable, burning ache.
Sucking in a breath, I realized my nails were digging into his pecs, jagged scratches marking the path my hands had taken from his shoulders to his chest.
“Sorry,” I managed to force out. “I didn’t mean to claw you.”
“I’m hurting you,” he said, brows lowering until he looked like my own personal storm cloud. “I’m doing it wrong and you’re hurt.” His hips lifted and I quickly wrapped my legs around him to stop his retreat.
As much as I instinctively wanted to stop and get as far from his cock as possible, the feeling of him pulling out was almost as bad as the entry.
“Just-just wait a minute,” I panted, wiggling my hips, hoping he’d suddenly fit and this awkward sexual pause would end. I knew I’d waited longer than normal to have sex, but it shouldn’t be this hard, right? My lady parts hadn’t atrophied to uselessness while I was living my life.
Carn’s ears pinned to his skull and he glowered down at me.
“Tell me how to fix this,” he demanded. I could feel the agitated flick of his tail between my knees and the urge to have a ceiling mirror reared its head again. His ass probably looked spectacular right now and I was missing it.
When exactly had I gotten this kinky?
Another jostle brought me firmly back to reality and I swallowed hard as I stared up at his face. He’d never been even a little upset with me before, I realized, and even knowing his irritation was because I was hurt, I could feel myself shrinking away from his intimidating visage.
“I don’t know,” I muttered. “I’ve never done this, either.”
He reared up above me, once again trying to pull out and I grabbed his arms to stop him.
“Let me stop hurting you!” he barked, looking simultaneously like a kicked puppy and like he wanted to cuff me upside the head for being difficult.
“Sorry!” I clung to him for dear life until I was confident he wouldn’t move and do any more damage. “Maybe we just wait until you get soft and then separate? We can try again later, slower, like you wanted.”
He was breathing hard, nostrils flaring as he stared at me and I felt myself wilting deeper into the cushions below me.
“Naomi, I am never soft. We’ll die locked together if we wait for that.”
A creaky laugh escaped me at the frustration in his voice.
I covered my face with my hands and groaned in a sticky combination of embarrassment and unfulfilled arousal.
My body had been invaded, forced to accommodate far more than any human was meant to casually take and yet I could feel the niggling pleasure at the edges of my senses, teasing me with the promise of a truly mind blowing experience.
This could be good, it would be good. I just had to figure out how to make it happen.
As if triggered by my wandering thoughts, my inner muscles fluttered around Carn’s girth and his angry expression twisted into something closer to agony. His jaw ticked and I saw his pupils dilate so much his eyes lost all their yellow.
“It doesn’t hurt as much anymore,” I said slowly, my hands crept back up his chest without my permission.
My body seemed determined to see this through whether or not it was a good idea.
I was pretty sure I couldn’t come right now, all my momentum had been blasted to smithereens with his first thrust, but that didn’t mean I didn’t want to experience this.
Besides, the thought of watching Carn take his pleasure was too appealing to miss out on. If I shattered my pelvis and never walked again, I could just force my giant boyfriend to pull me around in a shopping cart or something. We’d fit right in with Earth’s apocalypse.
“Naomi,” he moaned, chin dropping to his chest as his hips jerked forward burying himself so deep I swore I’d never suck in a full breath again. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
He was trying so hard, but his body was betraying him, abs and ass flexing as his shallow thrusts continued the longer I didn’t protest.
“It’s not painful anymore,” I reassured him.
It didn’t hurt, but it still didn’t feel amazing.
Pushing the too-full sensation to the back of my mind, I focused on all the other firsts I was experiencing right now.
The way I could feel him shuddering over me, his strained pants, the brush of his hair tickling my collarbone.
His pelvis was grinding against my clit now, it wasn’t enough, but it still felt good.
It was feeling better with every passing second.
Maybe this hadn’t gone the way I’d hoped, but I didn’t regret it.
We’d figure out how to do it right later, for now I just wanted to watch Carn enjoy the pleasure I could give him.
My palms skated over every inch of skin I could reach and I relished the mass of male power working over me. “I just feel really, really full.”
A rictus of pleasure crossed his face as if my words had turned him on and he didn’t want them to.
I wasn’t lying. There was an ache, and I could feel the strain of my muscles struggling to accommodate him, but his slow thrusts were building up a heavenly friction that pushed me toward something worth the momentary discomfort.
He hunched over me, big hands capturing my hips, repositioning me like I was a rag doll, until the head of his cock scraped against some magical button and every stroke dragged his slick length against my clit.
A keening moan escaped me and I dug my fingers into his hair, dragging his head down to my breasts and shuddering when he happily sucked a nipple into his mouth.
The ache in my core transformed into something tense and desperate.
His tongue scraped over my nipple, wet heat teasing my nerves and I arched into him, chasing the new sensations.
This was what I’d wanted. Not enough, but still so tooth-achingly good.
“It’s good,” I breathed, needing him to know in case he suddenly backed out. He shuddered at my words and I felt him flex inside me. My eyes closed as I clenched around him and my breath caught at the feeling. “Don’t stop.”
His pace picked up, hips thudding against me with every heavy thrust and I felt tears leaking down my temples as I twisted against him, wrestling with a wave of pleasure I’d never experienced before.
My gasps turned throaty and raw, my legs sore from clenching on his hips, even as I met his movements with my own.
“Carn,” I was moaning too loud, his name the only word I could manage anymore.
His face pressed against my throat, body hunching over mine as he drove himself even faster.
The rhythm stoked the fire in my core until I was so close I was sobbing.
With a low grunt he surged forward and crushed me under him as liquid heat filled me.
My fingers dug into his biceps, my pussy clenching with every pulse of his cock even as the pleasure waned just shy of orgasm.
Carn shuddered over me and I wrapped my shaky arms around his neck as I slowly came back to reality. My fingertips were buzzing, my heart pounding like I’d gone skydiving and my mouth was dry from panting.
Even without reaching my own climax, I felt amazing. Like I’d drunk just enough booze to make me tingly and giggly but not enough to really make me drunk. I’d never felt this mix of physical and emotional high and I knew for sure I’d be wanting more.
Even my best memories didn’t include whole body weariness tinged with fuzzy affection. This was more than two bodies coming together, this was both of our firsts and I loved that we’d reached this milestone with each other.
Carn’s weight was crushing me, I could barely breathe with his head on my chest but I didn’t want him to put space between us yet.
I was warm, content and a little weepy but in a good way.
The need to soak in every detail of this moment filled me and I wondered if it would always be this heavy between us.
Like I’d bared more than my skin to him.
Feeling lazy, sweaty and strangely hungry, I combed my fingers through his coarse hair and sighed happily.
“That was really nice,” I murmured. Nice was too tame a word, but I still wasn’t thinking straight. Our surroundings were slowly coming into focus and the cold, unflattering light and stark room seemed unreal as I surfaced from a haze of sex and intimacy.
Carn groaned and pushed himself up on his arms, looming over me as he gently withdrew from my sore body. I couldn’t help my flinch at the sudden emptiness and Carn’s expression darkened.