Chapter 24
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
Lora’s already naked on my bed when I arrive with a clap of displaced air. His sharp, toothy smile gives me a shiver of not-unwelcome fear and arousal. Someday I’m going to stop seeing the sharp teeth as a threat, but I might develop a fear kink before that happens.
I’m not going to analyze how I feel about that until after I wake up from a sex-exhausted nap.
“I’m cleared by my doctor for penetrative sex with you. Apparently I have a birthing canal now, but no womb, so at least that went to plan,” I explain, shucking my shirt.
Lora rattle-growls an acknowledgment and an indication of consent for sex. Gawd, I want to run, but my dick chubs up so fast that I decide running would result in a faint from loss of blood to the thinking parts.
“I am pleased to hear that, my Ollie.” His voice is almost completely overcome by his rattling growl, but I get the gist of what he’s saying.
He runs his hand over the opening where his cock is starting to poke out, and I lose my concentration on getting out of my shoes, trip over my own fucking saliva, and fall on my ass.
I’m lucky it wasn’t face first into his groin, if I’m honest. He moves to help me, but I hold up a hand.
“If you touch me, I’ll have to replace my clothes, and I’d rather not have to think about that later.
I want to be completely occupied by sexing you up for the next few…
.” I don’t think I’ll be able to count my desire for this alien in days.
Months seems irrational. I’m going to be obsessed with Lora for the rest of my life.
“Decades,” I finish my thought, shuck my shoes and socks, and scramble back to my feet.
As soon as I push the rest of my clothes off, Lora holds out an inviting hand.
I put my hand in his and use his grip on my entire forearm to get on the bed, straddling his hips.
The size difference is the kink. I’m telling on myself right now, but it is.
I’m so hard because I feel so goddamn small in comparison to my lover.
Lora runs his hands over every inch of my skin. “You are exceedingly beautiful, my Ollie. I enjoy looking at you and the softness of your body.”
Ugh. I love this alien so much. He always says exactly the right thing. Or at least his intentions are exactly right.
“Look and touch as much as you want, Lora. I’ll probably do the same.”
“I will enjoy this evolution of our intimacy,” he agrees, palming my chest over my nipples and massaging my pecs for his own enjoyment.
I have never known a lover to make me feel like my body is their pleasure. I don’t think I’ve ever had a lover that I did that for. It’s a shame, really. Everyone should experience this level of attraction at least once in their lives.
“I would like to taste you now, my Ollie,” he announces, flipping our positions without waiting for a response.
I’ve learned it’s in my best interest to move with him when he gets it in his head he wants something, so I find myself holding my ankles with my alien between my cheeks almost before I’ve processed what he wants from me.
The last time he did this, he stayed down there with his tongue and a finger until I creamed untouched.
I’m pretty sure that never would have happened before I got the nanites, but neither of us are sad about this new sensitivity.
He licks my rim for about point two seconds before diving into my hole with his whole tongue.
Pleasure from the wet slide of that soft muscle sends a shiver straight through me and causes goosebumps to erupt all over my body centered on that sensation.
He uses his tongue to massage a spot inside me that I’m sure did not exist before, and I jerk, sure for a moment I’m going to come before he even gets his dick inside me.
Not that I’m under any false impression that my orgasm is going to stop Lora from getting his cock in me. The only way that’s going to happen is if I tell him no, which isn’t happening. I’ve literally changed my insides for this. I’m not stopping until I get him in me.
“Lora,” I grunt, jerking again when he gives that spot his entire attention.
He rattles softly, acknowledging my one word warning.
He runs his finger over the length of my cock, gives that spot inside me a deep massage, and vibrates my entire lower half with a sexy fucking growl, and I shoot off, painting my belly with cream and shaking from the force of it.
My hips chase the pleasure until it fades back into that low thrum of arousal and anticipation that happens before you really get into the foreplay.
Lora pulls his tongue out of my ass and grins toothy and proud as he rises until his cock and my ass are lined up. “Your body is very welcoming, my Ollie. Shall I fuck you now?”
“If you don’t, I might kill you,” I warn him, breathless and ready.
The thought of him finally getting inside me sends a pulse of neediness through me, taking me from mild anticipation to full blown wanton abandon in an instant.
It could also be the pheromones. I don’t care.
I just need him in me right this instant.
Lora laughs, pulling on his cock and pressing it into my new opening.
I lose every thought in my head as he slides into me.
It’s nothing like I have ever experienced before.
The slide is easy, wet, and far more welcoming than I’ve ever been.
There’s no straining, and the muscle control I usually need is completely different. It feels so goddamn good.
Lora rattles and I moan in absolute agreement.
I don’t even know what we’re discussing anymore, but it’s so fucking wonderful all I can do is agree.
His hand lands on the bed next to my head as his other stabilizes my hips.
He leans down, pressing his forehead to mine as he bottoms out and gives us a moment to revel in the connection between us.
“My Ollie,” he whispers. “I’m going to move now.”
Filled so full that every coherent thought is scattered before it forms, all I can do is moan and hope that conveys whatever my thoughts on the subject are.
Lora drags his cock out of my body, scraping every pleasure point on his way out, and snaps his hip forward, shocking those same nerves with lightning pleasure.
I damn near come off the bed, chasing the sensation and trying to escape it at the same time.
He rattles with deep, visceral approval and does it again and again, sending me screaming into our shared pleasure like a rocket.
I scramble for a hand hold, finding nothing but hard muscle and skin until his hair falls in close enough to get a grip on. It’s all I have to hold, and Lora’s reckless pace nearly ends us both when we discover he absolutely loves having his hair pulled.
I erupt in a roar as Lora pistons in me, sending me careening into the stratosphere.
I pulse with pleasure, shooting cum and creaming all around his cock.
He stiffens, rattle-growls, and pushes in as deep as he can, hitting a back wall inside me that feels like it should be welcoming instead of holding him back.
“Oh! That’s—” Another orgasm silences me, giving me the shakes as my body, balls, and spirit turn themselves inside out with pleasure.
I’m hanging in that high place for an eternity before floating back to reality where Lora’s purrs assure me that we’ve both gotten everything we wanted from this moment. Together we breathe, connected from heart to heart.
Lora shifts inside me, rocking gently. I chuckle without a sound and pull him down for a sloppy kiss.
“What do you think you’re doing?” I ask when he pulls out halfway and pushes back in like he thinks he can go again.
“I am exploring our changes, my Ollie,” he responds with a sly smirk.
My brows come together, curious what he means. “Our changes?”
That smirk widens. “You are not the only one to take on the burden of change, my Ollie.”
He pulls out and thrusts back in, scraping all those over-sensitive nerve endings inside me that are begging to rally for another round.
My eyes widen in surprise. “You’re—? You can—? You?—?”
Lora rattles affirmatively. “You deserve many, many orgasms. I choose to be able to give them to you. I asked Dr. Randy to create an evolution for me to be able to pleasure you for many hours if we choose to do so.”
For a moment I’m speechless, and when the ability to speak returns, I blurt out the most important thing I’ve ever said to another person. “I love you.”
Lora rattles in approval again, and then returns to a soft, happy purr. “And I love you, my Ollie.”
He says it like it’s obvious and inevitable, as if from the moment we met it was a foregone conclusion that we would love each other.
I love that idea, and I love him all the more for thinking it.
He leans down, kisses me deep, and sends me flying again. And again, and again. Until we’re both exhausted, covered in sweat and cum, and our hearts and bodies are irrevocably intertwined.
I could never have guessed this is how my life was going to turn out, but I regret not a single thing. I’m loved, and I love, and that’s all I really need.
That and French fromage.