His hips stilled, his cock now nearly gone, the tip stopped right at my entrance. Our eyes met, upside down. I wasn’t sure what he could see in mine, but his nostrils flared and eyes shone with restrained lust.
“I-I’m sorry…I don’t know how—”
“Did I hurt you?”
“N-no.”
His gaze narrowed. “What was this sound you just made?”
Between the arousal and sudden embarrassment, my cheeks must have been redder than a damn stop sign. “I-I…it felt good.”
There it was again; the fire igniting his gaze. His free hand came around my throat, keeping the top of my head plastered against his chest as he thrust forward, holding my body in place with a firm grip on my hip. Slowly. Tentatively.
Another moan broke free.
Here I was, married to this alien for less than twenty-four hours, and already desperate for more of the pleasure he didn’t even realize he was giving me.
He was quick to find the perfect rhythm. Thrusting back and forth between my thighs, the friction against my slippery clit sending stars behind my eyes.
I couldn’t stop the moans, muffled pleas and whimpers anymore, my hips trying to move to meet the motion of his. His groans became wilder and thrusts erratic. Ghauro didn’t look away once. Didn’t allow me the room to turn my face either.
“We need to stop before I spill my seed on you,” he grunted but made no move to act on it.
“Please don’t,” I begged. “Don’t stop.”
I was so close. My insides were on fire, core clenching, muscles tightening. His pace increased, the sound of his hips slapping against my ass echoing all around us, mingling with our panting breaths and moans of pleasure.
In his frenzy, the angle of his cock changed and I cried out. “Yes, Ghauro…Yes—right there…oh fuck, fuck, fu—”
I fell over the edge with a loud cry, my body arching and only held in place by his strong hands on my throat and hip. The room turned dark as tears filled my eyes, speckles of white blinking around the edges of my visions as my clit pulsed and core clenched hard around nothing. He slowed down with a deep, raspy groan, his cock throbbing between my legs. Hot spurts landed against my clit, on my thighs, and probably everywhere on the sheets.
As the room and my husband’s face came back into focus, I was surprised to see him look at me with a dazed expression.
“How did this happen?” he asked, not pulling away as his cock started to soften.
“I’m not sure…I woke up and your—thingwas there and…I’m sorry.”
“Not what I was talking about. Why are you sorry?”
Not what he was…what was he talking about then? “I’m not sure why I’m sorry!” I whined. “And what did you mean, then?”
“You felt pleasure,” he said, like it was explanation enough. “But you are not in heat. And I was not inside you.”
What? “I—don’t see how it’s related?” I said, confused. “Don’t Tauri females have other…sensitive spots?”
“No. human females do?”
I nodded against his hand, still at my throat. His brows furrowed and he let go, throwing away the covers and parting my legs to kneel in between. Blushing, I tried to snap them shut, but his grip on my inner thighs was too strong.
“Hey! Don’t—”
“What is this?” he asked, his thumb landing softly right on my clit. Clit that was both covered in my arousal and his release. The pressure on the still sensitive spot made me whimper and my body jerked. His eyes found mine. “Is this a pleasure spot?”
I let out an awkward laugh, still fighting to close my legs. “Only one of the most important and sensitive…”
That definitely piqued his interest. “Do you have others?”
Now didn’t seem like the right time to tell him that I did enjoy a little ass play from time to time. So, instead of talking, I brought my hands to my breasts, my gaze not leaving his. The fire came back instantly in his eyes and his cock jerked, already growing hard again.
