Chapter 4 #3
She roped her arms around his neck, amazed by the sensations rolling through her.
She wasn’t a complete innocent, but her life before entering the match program had left little room for romance.
Now that she was known as the woman who survived an abduction and the recipient of millions, she struggled to trust the men who approached her.
Klae was different. Something about the feel of his arms around her and the shuddering sigh he released, felt like…relief. A homecoming. Her body knew his, and it had been starving for him.
His thick cock pressed to her belly. There was no mistaking what was happening. He gripped her dress and pulled it apart. It didn’t rip, but fell off her in two pieces. Cool air touched her skin and moisture pooled between her legs.
She held his gaze, feeling alive, vibrant, and a little reckless. She hooked her thumb in the elastic of her panties and slid them off. They fell to the floor with her dress. She stood there, open and vulnerable for the first time in her life.
The male before her took in the sight with dark-lined, glinting eyes. She’d only just met him, but here she was, wearing nothing but high heels.
“Take your clothes off.” Her voice didn’t sound like hers. It was deeper, huskier, confident.
Klae’s tail swished, and he smiled, slow and feral, showing his sharp eyeteeth. He shrugged off his vest, then his hands moved to the fastenings on his pants. They, and his boots, came off moments later and joined her dress on the floor.
He spread his arms. “What else would you like me to do?”
“Make love to me.” She bit her lip and looked down, embarrassed by her word choice. Love had never been part of the equation. “Or whatever you want to call it.”
He cocked his head. “Have you done this before, Kim?”
“I…no.” She crossed her arms. “It’s not that I didn’t want to, but I didn’t have a chance to meet anyone. My life was…different.”
He stepped close, so her nipples brushed his chest. Heat radiated from him. “I want you to tell me about it.”
She winced. “Eh, it’s not exciting.”
“I want to learn everything about you. But right now, I am making love to you.” He ran his fingers through her hair and placed a soft kiss on her lips.
His lips trailed over her cheek and down her neck.
Kim shuddered and tilted her head back, offering herself to him.
He growled in approval and nipped her collarbone.
Wide hands moved over her with proprietary confidence.
They closed over her breasts. He drew his thumbs over her nipples and the hot stab of pure sensation made her gasp.
She unconsciously tilted her hips toward him, aching for contact.
His fingers slid over her ass, then hitched her thighs up and around his hips.
He carried her to the bed and placed her on it, then covered her with his body. He spread her legs with his hands and caressed her inner thighs. Wide palms slid toward her exposed pussy. His gaze moved over her with a proprietary gleam. This is mine, his eyes seemed to say.
It turned her on like nothing else. To belong to this male…to spark his desire and be pleasured by him made her tremble with hunger.
His fingers brushed those wet, aching folds, sliding along the cleft.
He stroked her clit, and she bucked with a gasp.
“Hmm, so passionate,” he murmured, almost in awe.
“Your body is beautiful, Kim. I can never get enough of this.” He slid a finger inside her pussy and pressed his thumb to her throbbing clit.
She let out a strangled cry, shocked by the intensity of it.
Kim had pleasured herself plenty of times, but this was next level.
Whatever she imagined his touch would feel like, it didn’t come close.
Her body came alive at his touch with a hunger she couldn’t define.
She surged against him, forcing more pressure to her clit, which was lit up and throbbing with sensation.
Sensation that speared through her, sending her thoughts scattering and leaving only the quaking roll of need and a building pressure that threatened her very sanity.
With rhythmic movements, he slid his finger deeper, then added a second.
Kim felt as taut as a bowstring drawn far past its endurance.
She arched against him and cried out in pleasure as his fingers drove her over an edge she hadn’t expected.
He captured her sounds of ecstasy in a kiss.
This one wasn’t gentle, and it wasn’t cautious.
His mouth covered hers and delved deep. His tongue thrust into her mouth, exploring, demanding, claiming.
Mine. His words were soundless, but they resonated in her head.
His fingers slid from her slick pussy, and he moved his body on top of hers. He nudged her legs farther apart and settled between them. He braced himself above her, gazing down with glinting, brandy-colored eyes.
She expected to feel the tip of his cock at her entrance, the thrust of it pushing inside her, but he leaned his hips forward, pressing the long, hard length of him against her aching, sensitive pussy. She arched her back, taking in the fresh sensations rolling through her.
He lowered his head and licked the underside of her breast, sliding upward to pull an aching nipple into his mouth. His tongue swirled the stiff peak. Teeth gently scraped, and Kim groaned, shameless and needy.
She writhed. A frantic rush of blood pounded through every inch of her body.
She reached down and grasped him. Her hands wrapped around his thickness, slid down his length.
Good grief, he was huge. His proud cock thrust against her palms, dripping moisture at the tip.
He sucked in a sharp breath. With a growl, he switched his attention to the other breast.
Kim squeezed him, making him gasp. On instinct, she pressed his cock against her pussy and ground herself against his hot length. He wedged inside her cleft, sending spasms of pleasure.
“God, yes,” she moaned as delicious sensations licked her skin, flooding her with desire, and hunger, and a strange sense of relief. She was here, lying in her alien match’s bed as he worshipped her body. An odd contentment slid through her, warm and welcoming.
Klae kissed her, deepening the sweep of his tongue, sliding it against hers until she whimpered into his mouth. “I think you’re ready,” he breathed against her lips.
“Ready?” she panted. Her brain was a mush of delicious chemicals.
“Oh, yes.” He eased back, then shifted forward again. This time, the thick head of his cock pressed against her slit. He gazed down at her, eyes dark and predatory. He raised one dark brow and held himself there, waiting at the entrance of her. A question glinted in his eyes.
Kim took a deep breath. She had decided when she’d walked into his room—long before that, if she was being honest. She had wanted this since agreeing to coming here. Thick, hot pressure pushed between her pussy lips. Her body wanted more. She wanted more.
Biting her bottom lip, she thrust her hips toward him.
He shook his head. One large hand came up and held her face under her chin. “Not good enough,” he growled. “Say it. Say you want this. Say you want me.”
“I want you inside me,” she ground out. “I want…all of it.”
Triumph flared in his eyes.
He rocked forward, penetrating her. He notched his way in, giving her body time to adapt to him. She tensed at the size of him, stretching her, filling her.
Sweat gleamed on his skin. Veins bulged on his neck and temple. It was an effort, she realized, for him to hold back from fucking the daylights out of her.
Desire flared at the sight of him fighting for control. Her hips bucked, letting him know he didn’t have to. He bared his teeth. She felt his tail slide over her legs, then he thrust the rest of the way, spreading her open and burying his cock to the hilt.
Kim saw the intense look on his face. He was worried about hurting her, but the initial pinch of his invasion was melting away.
Her body welcomed this—had needed it with shocking intensity.
She closed her eyes and arched her back.
Pleasure soared through her, swamping any fanciful imaginings of what this would feel like.
He thrust harder, deeper, as she encouraged him by meeting his thrusts with her own. Kim ran her greedy hands over his taut chest. Her thumbs played with his tight nipples, squeezing the tight buds until he gritted his teeth on a growl.
“You wish to play, my little human?” He flashed his teeth and increased his rhythm. His gaze riveted to her. He seemed to be in tune to her. Thrusts changed from short and quick to hard. Sensations coiled like a spring.
Her fingers curled into his shoulders as he drove her to the edge, pushing her closer, closer. Someone was making mewling noises—was it her? She couldn’t catch her breath. His thrusts turned relentless, merciless. His lips parted and his eyes closed. He let out a groan of need.
It was that sight of him, beautiful and powerful and aching, that pushed her into oblivion.
The dam cracked, and a torrent crashed over her, wresting a strangled cry from her depths.
Waves of pleasure slammed into her in time with his pounding thrusts.
She couldn’t catch her breath. She couldn’t think.
There was nothing but him and her and this tidal wave of pleasure that she was sure to drown in.
His body tensed. His thrusts turned savage. His gaze locked on hers, hot and fierce and surprisingly vulnerable. For a moment, time slowed. She couldn’t look away. She couldn’t stop the sudden warmth in her chest as he let out a roar and pumped his seed inside her.
Klae tumbled to the side of her with a groan and gathered her in his arms. Kim snuggled close as her heart rate normalized and coherent thought slowly returned.
“How are you feeling?” he asked.
“Hmm.” Being wrapped in his arms, pressed against his big body, was heaven. “Like I just had a full-body massage.”
He chuckled, a pleasant rumbling sound. “Good.”
She twisted her head around to see his face. “What about you?”
“I am….” He appeared to think hard. A smile curved his mouth. His eyes were soft. “I can’t find a word to describe how I feel. Everything feels too understated. Euphoric comes close.”
“Same.” She turned back around and rested back against him. This felt good. Well, better than good.
Klae was right in his assessment—there wasn’t a word to describe this.
His long blue tail slid over her shin. It had a sharp barb on the end, but it didn’t touch her.
He took infinite care with her. Maybe she and Klae were supposed to be matched…
indefinitely. Maybe he was her soul mate.
She bit her lip and mentally shook herself.
That was probably the orgasm talking. One sexual encounter with an alien did not make a love match. Still…
His tail moved upwards, over her hip. His hand followed, tracing the curve of her body. Lips brushed her shoulder and her body responded. She arched, pressing her ass back against his crotch. His cock had hardened to steel. It jutted against her spine. Fresh need unspooled like a ribbon of silk.
“Hmm,” she moaned. “More, please.”