Page 15 of Taken By the Alien Merrow King

“And thus endeth the lesson,” he said, kissing her temple.

“You make an excellent professor,” she managed to say, turning to face him. “Ever consider changing professions?”

“Not in the plans, I’m afraid,” he said, grinning down at her. He ran a hand over her hair, pulling the water from it and drying it instantly.

“Boy, that’s handy. I might have to keep you around to be my hair dryer, if nothing else.” She popped up on her toes and pressed a gentle kiss to his lips. Her hand skated down his chest, enjoying the warmth of his skin beneath her fingertips.

His throat bobbed as she lingered over the gold-edged green scales across his pectorals and biceps before sliding lower. She wrapped her hand around his hard cock, her thumb stroking the ribbing that corkscrewed along its length.

With a groan, he grabbed her wrist, stilling her motion. “As much as I want to see your gorgeous red lips wrapped around my cock, I desperately need to bury myself deep in that hot pussy of yours sooner rather than later.” He slid his hands beneath her ass and scooped her up.

“Oh, thank god,” she said, wrapping her legs around his waist and nuzzling the underside of his jaw. “I thought I was going tohave to do something drastic like tie you to the bed so I could finally have my way with you.”

He swallowed hard. “Promises, promises,” he rasped, practically running to the other room. His muscles flexed as he shifted her to a one-armed carry and ripped the fluffy duvet off the bed.

She couldn’t help the giggles — a mix of nerves and expectation — as he set her down and crawled in after her, caging her against the mattress with his big body.

“Laugh now, mate,” he said, kissing his way up the curve of her belly. “You’ll be crying out my name soon enough.” He licked a breast and sucked her nipple into his mouth.

Her giggles turned to moans as the barely banked heat in her belly blazed back to life. She squirmed beneath him. “I need you in me, Des. Enough with the foreplay.”

He lifted his head, brows raised. “But I read that human women both required and enjoyed extensive foreplay. Is this not the case?”

“Oh, no. You’re absolutely right.” She ran her fingers through his silky locks. “We definitely enjoy foreplay and usually need more rather than less, but do you not remember getting me off with your ice dildo in the shower mere moments ago?”

A grin split his face. “I do seem to remember you coming so hard you could barely stand.” His hand drifted down between her legs and he slipped a thick finger into her pussy. “And you’re so wet for me, love.” He rubbed his thumb over her clit.

She bucked against his hand with a cry. “So wet,” she agreed, her grip tightening on his hair. “So ready.” She pulled his mouth to hers, their tongues twining as they devoured one another. He tasted like the ocean and she wanted to drown in him.

He nudged her legs farther apart, the length of his cock gliding over her clit.

“Stop teasing me,” she whined, giving her hips a shimmy.

“You want this?” he asked, rubbing his cock against her. “Ask nicely, love.”

“Please, Des. I need you in me.”

“Anything for you, my queen,” he said, sliding the tip into her. He moved with incremental slowness, each inch of him stretching her, filling her up so nicely she thought she might scream.

It was glorious torture. She grabbed his shoulders, tugging him closer, encouraging him to move faster. Her body was aflame with desire, and she wanted him more than she ever thought possible.

Hooking an arm under one of her legs, he lifted it and with one powerful thrust, seated himself fully in her, his pelvis meeting hers.

Her nails dug into his shoulders as he began to move, each delicious stroke of his cock gliding over that sensitive spot deep within. The pressure built as he worked himself inside her, and she arched up to meet each thrust with one of her own. “Harder, Des,” she panted, her hands skating down his sweat-slicked biceps. “Faster. I’m almost there.”

Growling her name, he buried his face in her neck, his hips picking up speed, the ribbed texture of his shaft rubbing over her clit as her orgasm built to a crescendo.

Higher and higher she flew until she detonated with a cry, her pussy clenching around his hard length, fireworks of sensation sparkling through her down to the tips of her toes.

Two more hard thrusts and Des joined her, his body shaking as he shouted her name and clutched her to his chest.

For a long moment, the two of them stayed entwined, breathing in each other’s scents as their heart rates returned to normal.

“Ribbed for her pleasure, indeed,” she said with a satisfied sigh. She wouldn’t mind doing that again, and soon.

Des propped himself up on his elbows and gave her a tender look, brushing a tangled lock off her forehead. “My remarkable mate,” he said, his voice low and raspy. “Do you know how much I love you?”

“Des,” she began, her voice hesitant. Her feelings for him were much more than her merely liking him, but she’d never experienced anything like this before.

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