Page 58 of Exiles on Earth
He switches to my left breast, fangs nipping the swelling of my breast at the same time as his fingers take hold of my wet right nipple, teasing it back and forth. Shocks of sweet pain slide straight to my pussy, and I grind against his hard abs. He groans against my breast, and I know he’s enjoying this as much as I am.
He sits up. “With your permission, I want more.” His hands rove down over my stomach.
“Yes please!” I swallow, mouth dry with anticipation. “Humans, when… when we get certain stimulation, we orgasm.”
He waits for his nanites to translate the word. “Completion. I’m familiar with it, although I’ve never…” He cuts off. “I received the training, I will not fail.”
I place my hands on his forearms, thick with muscle, his scales small bumps under my palms. “Hey, it’s okay. We’re having fun together, there’s no failing. We’re exploring andtrying.” I squeeze his hand. “Honestly? You are the best partner I’ve ever had. I’m nearly on the edge just from what you were doing to my nipples!”
“You like it.” His voice turns certain, and husky. A sexy growly voice that sends a thrill up my spine. “I will bring you to completion.”
“We call it, making someone come.”
“Come? Very well.” The smoldering look he gives me as he maneuvers down between my legs is positively devilish. “I want to make you come. I crave it. May I?”
“Please!” I buck my hips enough to give him the idea. His mouth! I need it desperately.
Warmth floods my core as he latches onto my pussy, every touch sending shocks of delight across my skin and deep into my very being. I’m no virgin—Terry put that to bed, literally—but Ilia makes me feel like there was a whole world hidden from me and now he’s lifting up the curtain. Or, rather, my hips, hoisting me up so he can get his tongue even deeper inside me, lapping and licking, his breathing ragged and hot against my clit.
Feral noises of satisfaction fill the shed, like I’m the best meal he’s ever tasted. His tongue lashes, strokes, the tip probing, teasing within me, then around my clit, pouncing on it, then dancing away. He knows what I need where, varying the pressures and pacing to stoke me on all fronts.
I open my eyes, riding the waves of pleasure. He’s watching me, that intense gaze trained on my face, reacting and adapting to me, learning, trying and testing. I’ve never had such devoted attention before.
Then his eyes slide close in bliss as he loses himself to our love making, thumbs pressing gently to open me up more fully. My legs are already spread as wide as I can go but I strain for more, arching back to chase the pleasure he lavishes on me. He eases up a little, resting my thighs on his huge shoulders andpausing, adoration shining in his face to go with my juices. “I know this pleases you.”
All I can do is pant, “You’re so amazing at this.”
He nearly swoons from the praise, smearing his chin down through my sopping folds to get back into position. My breath hitches with building excitement as his tongue circles my clit, and then he reaches up, hands taking possessive hold of my breasts and fingers closing either side of my nipples.
Burning heat washes in waves up my center, making me writhe, but every time I move, his fingers pinch my rigid nipples. I hold onto his forearms for dear life. Who’s riding who? I have my legs around his head and anchor myself on his arms, his face buried in my pussy and tongue swirling along and around my clit as his fingers pinch and squeeze, keeping me in cyclones of delight.
I let out a strangled moan, then a louder one. No one’s around to hear, and he deserves it.
His eyes slide open, watching me. Seeing his huge head between my legs, the way he enjoys every one of my moans, makes me loosen up and cry even louder. He seems to relish each sound I make, growing in confidence, tongue ravishing my clit.
Light blooms in the cabin. Am I seeing stars? His scales glow, a rose gold that pulses steadily, rapidly, in time with the ripples spearing through me. He’s so beautiful, wrapping me in warmth as I shake with pleasure, muscles trembling with every swipe of his tongue, his fingertips so hot and his arms a reassuring weight holding me down, subjecting me to endless sensations, getting hotter and hotter and burning brighter and brighter.
The wave hits and I crest it, gaze locking onto Ilia’s. His tongue settles to feel the pulses of my orgasm, eyes alight with wonder. He traces my pussy with the very tip of his tongue, watching my aftershocks and how my chest heaves as I try tocatch my breath. I’ve been reduced to a panting, quivering wreck, and I lace my fingers with his to hold on to this moment.
“That was… beautiful,” he says, choked.
I nod, unable to speak, and finally get the breath to agree, “Mm, yes it was.” Holy shit. I’ve just had a guy from another planet give me out-of-this-world oral!
I won’t be able to have a normal guy after this. Or anyone else but him. I try to calm my racing heart but I know my own signs; I’m starting to fall hard in love. And it’s way too soon, as always. Fall fast and fall hard, that’s me, but after so long of trying to get right back in the saddle after I’ve been thrown, I had hoped I’d learned my lesson.
Clinging on to his arms, I try to stay in the moment, but I finally have the mental space to process what he’d told me earlier. He wants someone of his own species so he can have kids with her. That means, he’s going to leave someday. The realization cracks into me like a whip, and I squeeze my eyes shut to hide my tears, holding onto him as if I can hold him forever.
I take a sharp breath, trying to suppress a sob. I can’t keep him, it’s not fair. If I tell him I want to be with him, he might interpret that as an order. I can’t do that to him, he’d be secretly miserable.
So, if all I can have is the present moment, then that’s what I’ll take.
“You’re tense. Would you like soothing? I can massage you.” Ilia’s hot hands skim over my bare skin, kneading my legs. His glow dims as he focuses on me and only me.
He’ll be such a good mate to someone some day. I relax into the sensation, but I want him close to me, draped over me if possible. Forever.
I can’t help myself, opening my arms to him tentatively. “Do you want to lie beside me?”
He eagerly crawls in front of me. He’s so huge he forms awall between me and the rest of the world, and I snuggle into his side. But was that his own desire, or did he just respond to mine?
