Chapter 5
FIVE
NOELLE
"Kiss me then," I said, tilting my face up toward his, relishing the soft caress of his fingertips on my jaw.
I wasn't expecting this.
From what he had said, it sounded like the moment I invited him into my room, he was going to barge in, dance about a bit, and then fall on top of me in a fit of feral, uncontrollable lust that would make him my mate in a rather permanent way; at least that is what he claimed.
I had held my own interest in him back because of how much he glorified the space pirate character who slept around.
I didn't want to get involved with a male who was going to wander off the second he found someone else more interesting.
The idea of someone committing to me with such an intensity was downright appealing, especially when that someone had shown himself to be a friendly, happy person who enjoyed spending time in the kitchen with me.
This slow connection, this gentle touch, this unfolding of old scars and opening up to the idea of the future together… this was what I craved.
His thin lips pressed against mine and I lifted up on my toes, leaning into the kiss as my palms pressed against his bare chest. Electricity tingled on the nerve endings in my lips, and I parted them, wanting more, as heat coiled deep in me, teased by the gentleness of the moment.
I traced the edge of his lips with my tongue.
His lips parted, and his tongue chased mine back into my mouth, and then I realized that it was only the tip. Thick meat filled my mouth as his hands snaked around my waist, pressing my body against his hard lines, and then his tongue just kept on coming, and I gagged as it was too much.
I pressed my palms against his chest, and he let me go as I pushed away, his huge tongue sliding free.
For a moment it dangled outside his lips, the seam of his mouth suddenly seeming quite a bit wider as the long log of muscle glistened in artificial light, thick, wide, and dark black like a flattened blood sausage before he pulled it back up into his mouth.
He made that strange motion with his shoulders again, his body attempting to present his nonexistent wings to me.
I stared at him, my mind whirling as I mulled over the possibilities. He stomped one of his feet suddenly, his body rolling as his eyes fixated on me, and I realized that he was on the edge of snapping into that rut state he described.
If I wanted something from him, I needed to voice it now.
"Kiss me down here," I said, gesturing down between my legs.
I didn't wait for him to agree; I just grabbed the edge of my shirt and stripped it off as fast as I could, eager and excited as I backed over to the bed, hopping on one foot then the other as I tripped my way out of the rest of my clothes.
He danced after me, his body shifting, his abs twitching, his shoulders making those same strange motions.
I climbed up on the bed, intending to flip onto my back, but the moment I was on my hands and knees with my ass in the air, his hands wrapped around my hips, thumbs pressing into my glutes, and then he licked me.
His thick, long tongue slapped against my belly button, the base of it hitting right between my lower lips, and he dragged it backward into his mouth, sliding slippery down over my clit, stroking me in one long glorious rub of pleasure.
"Oh fuuuuuuu…." I said, my legs spreading and then he reversed the motion, tonguing his way through my lower lips, parting them as he rubbed back and forth, sliding that flat, hot piece of lubricated meat against me, curving and rolling against me as he tasted me in one long lick.
Then he pulled it back again, the curve of it sliding over my drenched opening, and he pressed his tongue against it.
"Yes!" I said, pushing my hips back and he pushed that fat tongue inside of me.
He groaned, and his heat filled me, and I rocked back against his face, my ass bumping against his forehead as he thrust his tongue inside me, and I shuddered with the increasing waves of pleasure.
I was so close already, revved up from his description of a rut, teased with the sight of his body, and lifted upwards by the fervent worship of his mouth against me, his tongue inside me.
But as that peak started to curl my toes, he slid out of me, and I let out a moan of protest. The bed let out a soft creak as his chest pressed against my back, and suddenly his weight was on me.
My arms buckled, and I fell down, my arm underneath me, his body pinning me down as his knees pushed mine apart, his hands on my hips angling them up as I felt the press of something else against my opening, something I needed so desperately.
I felt his entire body flex.
He pushed his cock into me, and it felt at first like a slender finger being inserted, sliding in easily, but it wasn't the slow glide of a patient lover, it was the sudden forced of a frantic rut, his hips pounding against me, his abdomen bouncing against my ass as he went from zero to sixty in a manner of seconds, his sudden penetration turning into a rough, relentless jackhammering in the manner of seconds.
That slender penetration changing within the first few strokes into a size that fit against every nook and cranny inside of me.
I was completely overwhelmed by sensation.
He was fucking me like a wild beast.
Except even in that, his hand slid down in between my belly and the bed, finding my mound as his fingers slid between my folds, caressing me in time as the intense force of his thrusts rocked me against the bed.
Even though he was big enough to fill me, and his motions were intense, there was no pain or discomfort, just the utter and complete pleasure of having my mind utterly consumed by aggression, by the sensation of being taken so forcefully and suddenly.
It felt like he was thickening inside of me; the pressure grew.
The speed with which he moved inside of me didn't allow me to think of anything but the intense rise of my pleasure, and my peak hit me in a cascade of fireworks, my eyes closing as the stars exploded around me and I clenched down hard on his length.
He let out a trilling cry, and I felt a new sense of heat fill me as he came with me, together in our endless bliss.
He stayed like that, on top of me, breathing hard, his entire body shuddering against me.
"Sherlock?" I asked, trying to turn underneath him.
He pulled out of me, the soft pop of him coming free a sensation that tore a soft cry of protest from me.
I wasn't ready for him to be out. I didn't have to worry; he rolled me over, and he rested his still hard length against my belly before he angled himself, grabbing my legs as he rubbed the base of himself through my folds.
I stared down at the lurid sight. The tip of him was rounded, but it had cross-shaped grooves in it, with darker skin on the raised edges and lighter skin in the soft divots in between, as if it was originally pressed into a smaller, tighter, more pointed shape before splitting apart into the perfectly sized log that it was now.
It glistened with our shared excitement as I looked up to see the expression on his face.
Unending hunger.
In a sharp motion, he slid his length all the way down, seating it against me and without any hesitation, thrust back into me, all the way to the hilt.
"Foooouck!" I grunted.
Then he was off to the races again, and I was clinging to him, holding on to his shoulders for dear life as he grunted and mounted me with the desperate speed of a wild animal.
"Sherlock!" I screamed as I came again, hard and fast, and all he did was snarl, my talkative alien male reduced to inarticulate noises.
The room filled with the sound of my pleasure and the wet slaps of our bodies against one another, and there was nothing that existed but this moment of being taken, completely and utterly.