She cleared her throat. “I... I wanted to tell you—”
He grabbed her and rolled her underneath him on the sofa, holding his weight off her with one arm braced above her head. He pressed slow kisses against her throat and settled his hips over hers.
“You wanted to tell me…?”
Laila moaned, wrapping her arms around his neck, her nipples tightening as heat spread through her to settle between her legs.
What had she been saying?
With quick hands, Zac pushed her shirt up and unclasped her bra, sliding his hands along her sides and capturing her nipple in his warm mouth. She moaned, head dropping back as she arched into him, his teeth biting down before paying the other nipple the same attention.
She couldn't think when he laid his mouth on hers. She slid her hands through his hair, the soft locks slipping through her fingers like silk. So hard, yet so soft. He was a juxtaposition, just one of the reasons she loved him.
Zac slid down her body until he was face-to-face with the zipper of her jeans. How could he get them off so quickly when she practically had to jump up and down to pull them on? A mystery she would one day need to uncover.
“Zac?”
“Mmm?” His face was now buried between her thighs, and he lifted his head to meet her gaze, his tongue flicking out to lick her through the lace of her panties.
“Oh,” she moaned, language failing her as he grinned wolfishly.
He slid the delicate fabric over her hips, lifting her to pull them down her legs and toss them over his shoulder. Tender kisses and persistent licks were soon sending her towards ecstasy, and when he slid two fingers into her and sucked on her clit, she exploded.
He raised himself from between her legs, lips wet with her arousal, and a cocky smile tilting his lips. “What were you trying to tell me?” He asked, his hands running over her thighs in a gentle massage as her heartbeat struggled to return to normal.
“What?” She couldn’t even speak right now.
He laughed and stood, quickly stripping and joining her back on the sofa. He lifted her hips and stuffed a pillow underneath her and then, settling back on his haunches, lifted her to line up her sopping wet pussy with his cock. They both moaned as he entered her, stopping with the head of his cock inside her wet heat.
“More. God, Zac!” Her entire existence narrowed to the feel of his hands on her hips, his uneven breath, his hard cock pressing against her.
“Anything you want, Iriska.” His voice deepened, and he pushed inside, seating himself to the hilt with one long, steady thrust.
She felt so full; it was exquisite.
He moved slowly, lifting her up and down on his cock, the angle pushing against all the best places and sending her flying apart. Zac tensed and with a shout followed her into his own ecstasy.
Breathing hard, he gently withdrew and scooped her up to lie against his chest.
Laila stifled a giggle. She was on an alien space station, curled up like a kitten with a golden god of an alien man who had just delivered her the most intense orgasm of her life. Not only that, she was in love with him. She smiled, Zac turning her face to look up at him.
“What's so funny?”
“Nothing, and everything,” she smiled at him. “If you had told me a month ago that I would be here,” she waved her hand gesturing at the room, “with you...”
“You wouldn't have believed it?” He smiled. “I know exactly what you mean.”
He kissed her. “I don't want to let you go,” he murmured. “Not now, not ever. I want you to stay.”
That sounded fine to Laila. She smiled, amber eyes meeting green. “That sounds perfect to me, because I'm not going back to Earth.”
