His control snapped, fingers gripping her hips tighter as he pulled her back down onto his length. She was so wet, any thoughts he’d had about being too big for her fled.
She was perfect. A goddess he didn’t deserve. Strong and brave.
He’d never felt such a connection to anyone.
“Yes, that’s it. Fuck me just like that.” Aletta moaned, head thrown back as she rolled her hips.
Gark’s introspection ended in an instant.
He pulled her down to lie on his chest, then rolled, pulling her underneath him.
“Oh!”
He smirked at Aletta’s surprised exclamation.
He lifted one of her legs, pulling it over his shoulder and raising onto his knees, all the while staying seated inside her. She was spread open for him, like a feast only for his eyes. Her pussy glistened with her juices where they were joined, and he revelled in the mess he was making of her.
Gark held her to him with a hand looped around her hip, fingers splayed over her lower belly, and thumb brushing her clit. She jerked and moaned as he found the rhythm she liked best, slowly moving inside her.
He wanted to pound into her, lose himself in her wet heat forever, but the need to give her pleasure was greater. He’d forgo his own needs just to see her fall apart in his arms.
But Aletta had other ideas, apparently, squeezing her inner muscles and driving almost every ounce of control from him. He froze, muscles straining from holding himself back.
“What’s wrong?”
He swallowed, a muscle twitching near his eye with the effort to maintain his composure. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
Her confused look smoothed into understanding. She propped herself up on her elbows and reached up, cupping the side of his face. Her full breasts swayed slightly as she moved, and he dragged his eyes away with a swallow.
“Gark.” His eyes met hers. “I’ll tell you if it’s too much. I won’t let you hurt me.”
The tension unfurled in his chest, and he let loose a heavy breath. “You promise?”
She nodded, eyes warm. “I promise.” She bit her lower lip, dragging her teeth over it in a way that made him groan.
“Now, fuck me.” She smirked, eyes twinkling.
He turned his head to kiss her palm. “Who am I to deny my mate?”
He slid a hand under her back, holding her steady as he thrust into her wet core, grinding himself against her in a way that had her mewling.
“Oh god, yes. Just like that.” Her breathy moans fed his need for her, fanning the flames higher with every movement.
There was no time. No clock ticking with the never-ending list of tasks for a ship’s captain. There was nothing but the two of them, bound together in this moment.
And then Aletta gasped and sobbed, her core clutching at his cock as she reached her peak. Gark’s thighs complained at the position, but he ignored the ache, not wanting to move as he gloried in the beauty of the woman laid out before him.
And then, suddenly, it was too much, and the pleasure he’d been staving off until she had reached hers hit him like an exploding star.
He bellowed his pleasure, head thrown back as he found his own release. It felt like it would never end, his come coating both his dick and her pussy, sliding out of her with his thrusts. With a final cry, he collapsed over her, their sweaty bodies pressed together, and Gark rested his weight on his arms so he wouldn’t crush Aletta. After a few moments, he raised and pulled out of her, his seed sliding out of her in a milky flood that had him transfixed.
“Holy shit.”
He had no idea what that meant, but the sentiment was clear.
“I agree.”
She giggled.
