There was no stopping it. It was sudden. Intense and I bucked beneath him, crying out his name as everything went white with the most intense orgasm of my life.
It went on and on until finally I lay, slumped and replete, on my couch—which I would never be able to sit on again without remembering this moment—as he gently kissed my thighs.
“No map needed for you,” I said finally.
“Hmm?” he asked.
He picked me up as if I were a doll so I was on his lap, straddling him. Naked. I couldn’t help the sappy, oral sex-induced smile on my face. He stroked my damp hair back from my face. I was surprised it wasn’t completely dry for how hot that had been.
“You are well satisfied, mate?” he asked.
I blinked slowly and looked at him. He had that same tension about him, but his lips were slick with my arousal and he had that satisfied male gleam in his eyes that showed how pleased he was that he’d gotten me off.
“Satisfied? God, that was… amazing.” I looked down between our bodies, checked out the thick bulge that was stretching the fabric of his pants to maximum resiliency. “What about you?”
“I am satisfied if you are.”
I laughed and unbuttoned his pants. His cock sprang free. Yeah, he was big everywhere. I couldn’t get my grip to wrap around him.
He growled and I smiled. Yeah, I felt the power over him.
That orgasm had been insane, but I wasn’t done. I had an unselfish, gorgeous alien lover, and we were far from done.
I lifted up onto my knees so I hovered over him. “Guys are all the same. Liars. You might be pleased with yourself that you got me off, and you totally get a gold star for that, but your cock looks like it could chop down a tree.”
He set a hand on my hip. “Mate.”
I stilled and met his eyes.
“I’m big.”
“Yes, you’ve already said that. I can see it.”
“I do not want to hurt you.”
“Um, based on the way your chin is glistening, I’d say I’m more than ready.”
Heat flared in his eyes, and his tongue darted out to lick his lips. “You do taste sweet.”
“You don’t think you’ll fit.” I stroked him as we spoke, and his eyes slid closed, his head falling back on the couch.
“Mate,” he said once more, but this was a mixture of growl and plea. His hands gripped the seat cushions, and it looked like he might rip the fabric, his knuckles white.
Lowering down, I notched the crown of his cock at my entrance, then settled him inside me an inch or so.
His jaw clenched, and I had to wonder how his back teeth didn’t crack.
“You’ll fit.”
His eyes popped open, and now both hands were on my hips. He took over then. Yeah, I hadn’t thought of him as a passive lover, just a cautious male.
He was big. Everywhere. He could hurt me, including my vagina.
But he wouldn’t. I knew he wouldn’t.
I wanted to satisfy him. Show him that my pussy was as magical as his tongue.
He worked me up and down, my wetness easing my descent.
I settled my hands on his shoulders, and I let him fuck himself up and into me. Inch by inch until I was sitting upon his thighs. He still had his pants on, and I felt the soft rasp of the material against my thighs.
“See, you fit.” I even clenched down on him, and if there was a limit to his patience and caution, that little squeeze of my inner walls was it.
He fucked me hard then, lifting me up and down as he thrust his hips to pound into me. My breasts bounced, and my clit rubbed against his pants.
He was crammed into me, hitting places that I didn’t even know I had.
“Yes!” I cried.
“Mate,” he groaned.
Neither of us lasted long. I came again, dripping all over him and without any help from my hands. He lasted three more deep pumps of his hips, and he growled so deep I thought the windows shook. I would have bruises on my hips from his fingers, but it wasn’t painful. It was possessive.
“Mine,” I said.
His dark gaze met mine. His face was flushed, sweat dripped from his brow. “Quinn,” he uttered. “We’re not done.”
I shook my head, and I shivered, my nipples pebbling.
“No, we’re not.”
“Bed. Now.”
He stood, remaining deep inside me. I pointed in the direction of my bedroom. He took over then, taking me again and again all night long. He was insatiable. So was I. Because a beast in my bed was… perfect.
6
Quinn, Makeup Room, 9 News, Late Afternoon
Numbers. Graphs. Temperature readings. All the data I usually loved to sink my mind into blurred on the page until all I saw was Bahre. The way he looked when he held himself over my body and filled me up. The scars on his chest and arms. His lips. God, those kissable, sexy, hot-as-hell lips.
“Earth to Quinn.” Ellen smiled like she knew every secret I wasn’t sharing. She didn’t, but no doubt she could guess. Everyone had seen the live broadcast and knew about Bahre. And me. Me and Bahre.
“Yes?”
“You’re practically glowing. Tell me everything.” She winked.
I actually giggled like a girl for the first time in years, then put my fingers to my lips, but careful not to smudge the lipstick she’d so artfully applied. “I don’t kiss and tell. You know that.”
“But you did kiss, hmmm?” She cocked her head to the side to study me as if I had Just Fucked written on my forehead. “Maybe he kissed you? Maybe he kissed you all over?”
“Maybe…” I looked away.
Ellen laughed but I didn’t care. My cheeks were hot, and I was sure she didn’t need to apply any blush this morning. My entire body was humming like I’d been asleep for ten years and was just now waking up. Just thinking about Bahre
