“Yes, someone’s excited,” I tease, stepping back.
He grins wickedly and sniffs. "You can try to act like it's all one-sided, but I can smell your arousal."
“Can you now?” I ask, my eyebrows lifting.
“Yes. I bet your soaking wet.”
I shrug and put my hand down my pants. I prefer to go mountain climbing in pants rather than shorts because of the terrain.
My fingers sweep against my lips and enter me. It’s a show for him because I already know he’s right. I’m ready, so very ready.
I bring myself close, moaning, but then opt to let him take me the rest of the way if he can. If he can’t, I’ll finish myself later. With a grin, I remove my hand and hold up my shining fingers slick with my juices.
“Yeah, I’m a little wet,” I admit.
He growls again, the animal sound making me even more turned on. He sounds possessive, like he wants to claim me, and I can already tell this round is going to be good. He’s a fighter, and he’s going to want to finish, but I think he’ll want me to finish too. Too many guys just worry about their cocks and their orgasm, stopping once their cock weeps, but that’s not when the fucking should end. No, the fucking should go on for as long as possible, for both parties to come at least once but hopefully many more times than that.
The Kurian grabs my wrist and yanks me to him. We stand flush against each other, both of us wearing too many clothes even if he is half-naked already. Without hesitating, he sucks my fingers, licking juices, and damn it all, if that isn’t the sexiest thing ever, I don’t know.
As if that act is a gunshot to signal the sex romp has now begun, we fight each other in our haste to remove our clothes. He goes to his knees, me following, and I kiss him full on the mouth, but he turns it into a claiming right, shoving his tongue into my mouth, caressing my tongue and then drawing back to bite my lower lip, to nibble, to take. I grab his hands and place them against my boobs as I push on his shoulders to force him to lie down. As soon as he is in position, I wiggle against his cock, gyrating and rubbing up and down so that my wetness coats him before I even consider taking his impressive cock deep inside me.
I let his tip in nice and slow, and he tilts back his head as he squeezes my nipples hard. He mumbles something that sounds like, "Ovian," and I wiggle my hips in a figure-eight before shoving myself down, impaling myself on his hard cock so hard and fast that I see stars. My orgasm rolls over me, and my toes curl. I throw back my head, pulling myself away from him. His fingers remain on my nipples, so they're tugged hard, and that pain only adds to my pleasure.
I'm the one off to the races now, and I ride him nice and hard and fast, and I don't want to stop. I can't stop. Won't stop. His cock fills me entirely, and when I come, I groan, not wanting this to be over already, even though I managed to come three times already.
“Why are you groaning like that?” he asks.
“You’re done, aren’t you?” I ask.
He chuckles. “Are all Earthling women so damn greedy? And so ignorant?”
“Ignorant?” I ask indignantly.
Without warning, he rolls us over, so he's on top, and he proceeds to fuck me just as hard and fast as I had him. It's too much. This orgasm is building faster than ever before, and I just know it's going to be too much. I can't handle it. He needs to stop, but I don't dare ask him too, and when that orgasm comes, I almost black out.
It’s that fucking perfect.
But does he stop even though he came a few seconds after I did?
No.
Is he still as hard as he was before?
Yes.
And that’s when I realize that maybe the bond that’s formed during sex doesn’t have to be temporary. Maybe that’s why some people call it the glue that holds a couple together because this fucking session is un-fucking-believable, and I do not ever want it to end.
5
Strol
It’s amazing. Fucking her is incredible. I’ve fucked Earthling women before, and I’ve fucked Kurian women. None of that prepared me for her. I lost track of how many times I orgasmed, how many times she did, but eventually, I collapse on top of her.
“You’re ready to give out on me?” she asks, breathless.
“Yeah, I think your heart might give out otherwise.”
“Are all Kurians as arrogant as you?”
I shift to the side so that I can stare down at her and flash her a grin, feeling reckless and satiated. “No, not nearly. That’s just me.”
She squirms and rolls over onto her side, her elbow on the ground, her palm cradling her head as she stares me down in a way that makes my cock want to stir. “Hmm. Does ‘just me’ have a name?”
“I do. You have one?”
“Yep,”
“On the count of three?” I ask.
She throws back her head and laughs. “You’re ridiculous.”
“I’ve been told that before.”
“I bet you’ve been called arrogant and cocky too.”
“Yes.”
She taps a finger to her lips. “I do like the thought of calling you Cocky.”
“You can call me whatever you like after what you just did for me.”
“For you? To you. For me.” She winks.
I just grin back at her and wait.
“Fine,” she says in a mock-huff. “One… two…”
“Strol,” I say.
“Isabella,” she says at the same time.
“Nice to meet you, Isabella.” I go to hold out my hand and then drop my arm. “I would shake your hand, but it’s a little slick. My entire body is drenched in sweat.”
“Hmm.
