“We don’t have to rush,” I whisper against his lips. His brothers by the fire may not be able to see us, but they might hear us if we aren’t careful. Everyone around the fire knows why we are here, so I don’t know why I am so worried.
My fingers find the laces of his pants and I undo them so his cock can spring free. I’m sure it’s bigger than it was this morning, and this morning feels like months ago. The whole world has changed since then.
He groans and I sense how desperate he is to sink into me. I’m glad I waited until I found someone who wanted me, whose desire shimmers in their eyes. And I want him. The attraction wasn’t instant, but getting to know him has changed the way I think of these aliens.
They aren’t the uncaring kidnappers I thought they were.
My fingers trail up his length.
“Your touch is almost painful,” he whispers against my lips. I stop, not wanting to hurt him. He puts my hand back on his cock. “Keep going.”
I learn the shape of his cock, the pleasure bumps that make him groan and the ridge along the underside. But I know what he really wants. I lie back and lift my hips to pull off my panties. I barely pull them past my hips before he drags them off the rest of the way. He spreads my legs and for a moment, I think he is going to fuck me.
I tense, but then his head is between my thighs. He fucks me with his tongue, teasing and licking my clit until my hands are gripping the blanket as though it is the only thing keeping me together. When his fingers press into me, I come with a shudder that steals my breath. Yet somehow a moan still escapes.
Sunif rocks back, a satisfied smile on his face as though he needed to remind me he is a good mate. “I think it might be best if you rode me because I might thrust too deep, and you have never mated.”
I stare up at him. I want to tell him that I don’t care, and that I need him in me, now. But he’s right. I’m not sure I can take all of him, not while he is so engorged with the need to rut. “Okay.”
He lies on his back, cock lying thick and heavy on his belly. Pre-cum leaks from the tip. Then he reaches for me, drawing me to him. I straddle his hips, and run my fingers over the ridges of his abs. As I lean forward, he tries to undo my bra. I smile and do it for him.
“You are strange and beautiful, Mia.” His hands glide over my skin. “But you are also killing me. My control is fraying fast now we are together.”
I don’t know what I am doing, though I can guess. A part of me wants him to take over, but if he hurts me, the guilt will be a splinter between us, and we don’t need any more of them. He is my warrior, and I am going to claim him. Whatever the rut is, it seems to bind the males to their mate.
Every touch sends a spark of heat through my blood, and my skin is illuminated by the glow of his markings. As I move forward, so my pussy is spread over his cock, I have never felt more beautiful. His hands drop to my hips, and he moves me over his length. The ridge of his cock rubs over my sensitive clit.
His head tips back out of pleasure or pain, I’m not sure, but he doesn’t stop rocking my hips as though this is enough for him. Of course…my pussy is slicking his cock. As good as this feels, I want more. I want to feel him moving inside me.
“Do you want to fuck me?”
He looks at me. “You want me to, like this? I will not last long.”
Smeared across his stomach is the evidence of how close he is.
I nod. Him not lasting long is a good thing, this time. “It will give me a chance to get used to your size.”
“You don’t have to.”
“I want to. I have waited long enough to find a mate.”
Holding me close, he sits up, one of his hands sweeps over my ass then I feel the broad head of his cock rubbing against the slick entrance of my pussy. It is much bigger than his fingers, or his tongue.
I put my arms round his neck, my fingers tangling in his hair.
“I will not move. You are in control.” His teeth are gritted and tension thrums through his body.
I don’t want to cry out if it hurts, so I kiss him as I sink onto his cock. I groan into his mouth as he stretches me and fills me. I know I haven’t taken all of him, and I can feel his hand against me where it fists his cock, stopping me from sliding further. I take a couple of breaths, then lift up a little before sinking down again. Every one of his bumps creates a delicious amount of friction.
He moans and his grip on my hip tightens.
“Is that okay? Am I too tight?”
“You are perfect, Mia.”
With his hand on my hip, I lift and lower, riding only half of his length. I’m so full I don’t know how I’ll take all of him. My breathing quickens as another climax builds, his cock finding nerves I never knew existed.
He growls as he comes, his cock pulsing inside of me as he spills.
