Page 38 of Alien Desire
When all is calm, I reach for his head, cupping his face in my hands and bringing him towards me. He comes willingly, pressing his warm, naked body against mine. Then rolls onto his side to lie beside me.
“What happened?” he asks me. His face glistens with my slick. He looks filthy and more delicious than I’ve ever seen him.
“You made me come.” His blank expression tells me he doesn’t understand. “I orgasmed.”
“It seemed … good.”
I laugh, my body still buzzing from my high, my raging lust doused. “It was more than good.” I flop back on the bed, grinning like a cat that just got the cream, and bury my face in my hands. “It was amazing.”
He takes hold of my wrist and gently pulls my hands away. “You looked very beautiful, Emma,” he says, and I lean up and kiss him, tasting myself on his lips and on his tongue.
Twisting me onto my side, he lies beside me and we face one another as he presses me against him. One of his hands grips at my waist and the other sweeps down my spine and over my arse.
I let my own hands skirt over the ridges of his chest and the plane of his stomach and down to his cock. It is hot beneath my fingers and when I grip it in my fist, he grunts so loudly, bucking his hips so violently, that I think he might come then and there, spill straight into my hands.
“Ok?” I whisper into his mouth.
“Yes,” he groans, “Yes.”
I glide my fist up and down his shaft, feeling the ridges beneath the soft skin, the swollen bulb of his head, the puckered skin at the base, and his fingers dig into the flesh of my hip and his mouth stalls. His chin tips backwards and his eyelids flutter, the colours of his skin exploding across his body like fireworks.
I could get lost in the colours. They are the most wondrous thing I have seen in all the universe.
“Is it good?” I whisper.
His bottom lip quivers as if he’s trying to answer but he’s too lost to sensation. I increase the speed, and he grasps his own hand around mine, forcing me to hold him more tightly and together we build the pressure.
He’s going to come. He’s so close. But I don’t want him to come like this. For his first time to be like this. I want him to remember this, remember me, forever. I want his first time to be with me, in me. I want him to fill me up with his come. I want his cock inside me. I want him inside me.
I wriggle my hips forward, mewling like a kitten, guiding him towards me. His eyes spring open.
“Fuck me,” I beg him, “Fuck me.”
The head of his cock nudges at my entrance.
“Omega,” he growls so deeply the bed beneath us shakes. “Omega.”
“Please, Please.”
He sucks air through his teeth sharply, his grip so hard at my hip he’ll leave bruises. “Emma, are you sure?”
I am sure. It is crazy, stupid and illogical. But I am. Something far bigger than ourselves is driving us together. We are destined to belong. He is already in my heart and now I want him in my body. I am desperate for it.
“Yes, Alpha,” I say resolutely. “You can have me, all of me, come in me.”
He grips me firmly and yanks me closer. Then he regains his control and pushes his cock forward.
“Here?” he asks, as I part for him, letting him inside.
“Yes,” I murmur, gripping his shoulders. He is large and he stretches me wide. I grind my molars together as he inches inside, opening me up further. I look up at him and his eyes are shimmering like nothing I’ve seen before.
“Ok?” he asks me.
“Yes, don’t stop.”
“I’m not hurting you?”
“No, Alpha.” He likes it when I call him that and it drives him onwards, pushing and pushing. Soon he’s stretched me wider, reaching further than anything before. There’s nowhere left for him to go, no more of him that I can take, and yet he claims more. Soon I’m full of him, entirely devoured, taken over. And it’s too much, he’s too big.
