Only he sounded more like he was trying to convince himself than me.
“This…doesn’t feel slow,” I gasped as he rubbed himself against me, actually spreading my pussy lips this time, grinding against my clit in a way that shot sparks of pleasure through my whole body.
“If you only knew how much faster and further I wanna go, you’d understand it is.” Grav looked in my eyes and then backed me up against the wall—pinning me there with both hands over my head. I felt completely helpless with him looming over me, his white-on-black eyes blazing into mine as our pelvises ground together.
“What…what do you want to do?” I asked breathlessly, knowing it was a loaded question and yet asking anyway.
“I wanna fuck you, Leah,” he growled, making the breath catch in my throat and my heart pound like a jackhammer in my chest. “But more than that—I want to own you.”
“Oh,” I gasped, a breathless little whisper. But he wasn’t done yet. He kept talking in that low, growling voice, looking into my eyes the whole time.
“I want to spread your thighs, rip away your panties and shove my shaft deep in your sweet, wet pussy,” he growled. “I want to fill you with myself over and over until you come all over my cock. And then…” His voice dropped even lower, his eyes narrowing with lust as he held my gaze, never letting me go. “And then I wanna come too—come deep inside you, darlin’. I want to fill you with my seed again and again until you can’t hold anymore and it slides down your sweet thighs. But it won’t matter because I won’t stop—I’ll keep coming and filling you over and over. I’ll never let you go.”
“Oh Grav…oh God,” I moaned, unable to help myself. His dirty talk was sending my body into overdrive and the way he was rubbing against me was making my pussy so wet I was sure my panties were soaked. “Please!” I whispered. “Please.”
He pulled open the deep v-neck of my gown, exposing my breasts. I bit back a moan and tried not to thrust them out to him too eagerly. I knew some part of me had been hoping things would go this way—I had never been able to forget how good Grav’s mouth on my breasts felt or stop wanting to feel it again.
Grav fulfilled my secret fantasies by palming my breasts in his big hands. Then he leaned down to take one tight nipple between his lips.
He sucked hard, drawing deep as though he wanted to get as much of my breast as he could into his mouth at one time. At the same time, he pinched my other nipple, teasing and tugging it mercilessly until I thought I would go crazy with need. If he hadn’t had me pinned against the cold metal wall of his room, I think I would have collapsed on the floor.
At last he let my nipple slip from between his lips.
“How’s that?” he asked at last, panting. “You feel the power building inside you, darlin’?”
“Yes,” I moaned. “But…but I need more.…”
“Then I’ll give you more,” he growled. Ducking his head, he concentrated on my other breast, sucking it as deeply into his mouth as he had the first. His hips were still working against mine and I could feel his shaft rubbing hard against my swollen pussy through his leather trousers and the thin material of my gown.
Oh God, was I going to come right here up against the wall with him sucking my breasts before we had even done anything else? It certainly felt like it! I was tingling all over, just as I had been after we’d been together the last time.
Then, abruptly, he stopped and pulled away.
“What…what happened?” I looked at him uncertainly, still panting with need. “I…I can feel the power but I still need more.”
“I know you do, but I can’t take this,” he growled, running a hand through his hair. “I’m too fuckin’ close to the edge. I might hurt you.”
“You’re not hurting me.” I took his head between my hands, tugging gently on his horns. He groaned softly and focused on me.
“Darlin’…”
“Grav, look at me,” I said. “You’re not hurting me.”
“You’re so fragile…” His fingers traced my cheek restlessly. “So delicate… I know we were just gonna do this for Teeny but I don’t know if it’s a good idea. I don’t know if I can stop.”
“I don’t want you to stop,” I said. And then I gripped his horns more firmly and dragged him down for a kiss.
Grav
It was like she lit a fire inside me—one that couldn’t be extinguished no matter how hard I tried. I pulled her sweet, curvy body up tight to mine. I needed her—needed to be inside her, filling her soft little pussy with my cock and my cum.
But first I needed to taste her again.
The thought of taking her to the sleeping platform flicked across my mind like a shooting star—there and gone so fast it hardly registered. But I didn’t want to stop for a minute—didn’t want to come up for air. I just wanted to keep tasting her.
I feasted on her lips a little longer, penetrating her mouth with my tongue the way I wanted to penetrate her pussy. Gods, she tasted so sweet and she sucked my tongue eagerly, pressing up against me as though she couldn’t get enough.
I knew how she felt.
Licking a trail down her neck and sucking her nipples once more, I slowly dropped to my knees before her. I wanted to worship at her shrine—to spread her open and taste all that sweet honey I knew she was making just for me. Gods, just the thought had my cock snarling in my flight leathers.
“Oh…Oh, Grav,” she moaned as I spread open the slit of her long dress and got my face up close to her hot little sex.
“How about this, darlin’?” I asked, looking up at her. “Is this okay? Me touching you through your panties?” I wanted to do a hell of a lot more than that but I was still trying to be careful, still trying to keep myself from reaching that point of no return. “Think that will give you enough healing power?” I asked her.
“I…I don’t know,” she gasped. “But I think we should…should try and find out.”
“My pleasure,” I growled and turned my attention back to the sweet spot between her thighs.
She was wearing panties again—little white ones this time. They were thin and low cut, barely covering the plump little mound of her pussy. Just like I thought, she was wet—so wet the fabric clung to her, outlining every curve of her nether lips, so puffy and swollen with desire. I could see the smooth tan of her skin and the dark pink of her inner pussy—her little clit was just barely nudging out from between her lips as though begging for attention.
Gods, she was beautiful! I couldn’t help the low groan that broke from my lips. I could feel that point of no return approaching—the place every Braxian male reaches where he can’t turn back, no matter how he tries. The red haze of lust was creeping into my vision again but this time I couldn’t back it off. It just kept growing and growing, coloring everything as red as Leah’s gown, making me feel fuckin’ crazy with need for her.
I buried my face between her thighs, rubbing against the silky little panties, breathing in her sweet, feminine musk, bathing in her scent. Goddess, I couldn’t get enough of her. I needed her so damn badly!
Leah made a soft moaning sound and parted her thighs for me, opening herself to my assault. The move made her pussy open, spreading her puffy lips under the thin, white panties, showing the pink pearl of her clit, all swollen and begging for attention.
Holding her thighs with both hands, I pressed against her, lapping eagerly along the slick, thin fabric. I could feel the swollen lips of her pussy and the little bump of her clit but I couldn’t quite taste her—not the way I needed to.
“Leah…” I looked up at her. “This is no good. I need you bare—need your pussy completely spread for me so I can taste you right.”
“All…all right.” She nodded in agreement. “I think that would help build the power more too.”
“Good,” I growled. “Then get ready to open your pussy for me, sweetheart. I need to lick you long and deep tonight.”
She gave a little moan a
nd spread her legs, offering herself to me. Gods, she was fuckin’ gorgeous and completely irresistible—I had to have her.
I couldn’t wait anymore. With both hands, I tugged down her panties, frantic with lust to taste her juices. She tried to step out of them but it didn’t work—I wound up tearing them off, just as I’d told her I wanted to. She gasped but didn’t try to close her legs. Instead she opened wider, inviting me in, giving me what I so desperately craved—the taste of her pussy.
Leah
“Grav…Grav!” I could hear myself calling his name as he licked and sucked my open sex, and I couldn’t seem to help it.
His mouth was so hot and wet on me, almost desperate with need as he sucked my pussy lips into his mouth and then spread them wide to bathe my open pussy with long, hot, lapping strokes. It reminded me of the desperation I had felt before, after drinking the truth drink. Grav had helped me then, giving me everything I needed and more to ease the ache inside me. Could I do less for him?
And besides, I had my own growing ache to deal with. The touch of his hands, the feeling of his big body against mine and his tongue so hot and wet and relentless between my thighs was pushing me higher and higher towards that elusive peak. The one I hadn’t tried to reach since the last time he had tasted me. And with the pleasure, grew the power. Now that I was attuned to it, I could feel it growing inside me, like heat lightning getting ready to strike.
“Grav!” I gasped as he picked up one of my legs and put it over his shoulder. The new position opened me even more, baring my pussy for him completely. He growled, deep in his throat and leaned closer, swirling his tongue over my swollen clit until I thought I would die of pleasure.
I tightened my hands on his horns, pulling him towards me, bucking against his mouth shamelessly as I rode his tongue. Part of me couldn’t believe I was doing this. Here I was, spread wide against the wall with my dress pulled up to my waist and one leg thrown over his broad shoulder as he feasted on my pussy like he would die if he couldn’t taste me. But another part—a deeper part—never wanted it to end. Wanted it to go on and on, further and further until we reached that point of no return that Grav had warned me about.
I wanted him to do everything he had said to me and more.
“Grav,” I begged him. “The power is growing but I still need more. Please…I need…I need…”
“I know what you need.” He looked up at me, his mouth and chin shiny from my juices. “You need to get fucked, darlin’.”
“Yes,” I moaned, unable to help myself. “Oh God, Grav—yes. Please!”
I thought he would take me right up against the wall, but he didn’t. He surprised me by rising to his feet and swinging me into his arms as though I weighed no more than a pillow.
Taking me to the bed, he put me down gently but firmly and followed me down, covering my body with his own.
I felt his muscular weight on top of me and welcomed it. This was what I had been wanting—no, needing—from the first moment his touch had awakened me. From the instant I knew the sexual part of me wasn’t dead, only sleeping and Grav was the only one who could wake it up.
“Hate to rip this pretty dress.” His hands were restless, roving all over my body, pinching my nipples and sliding between my thighs to finger my sex. “But I need you naked under me, darlin’.”
“All right,” I said breathlessly. He raised up a little and I wriggled out of the pretty red gown Zoe had given me. It was hopelessly rumpled and wrinkled by then but I didn’t give a damn. I just wanted to be naked under the man I loved.
Grav watched me hungrily and I thought I saw a red pinprick far back in his white-on-black eyes.
“Gods, you’re so fuckin’ beautiful,” he growled when I was finally naked. “Look at all your lush curves, all spread out just for me.”
“All for you, baby,” I promised breathlessly, holding out my arms. “Come take me.”
Grav pulled his shirt over his head, baring his muscular chest and then started to unfasten his trousers. But then he stopped and a frown came over his face.
“What?” I asked anxiously. “What is it? Please, Grav, I need you!”
“I’m sorry, Leah, it’s just…” He took a deep breath and looked down at me. “We need to take it easy here—I’m getting fuckin’ close, darlin’—close to the point of no return. I think we should dial things down a notch.”
“But…how?” I asked uncertainly.
“By takin’ it slow. You said you feel the power growing—we should just do what’s necessary to feed the power.”
“So you’re not going to, uh, make love to me?” I felt my heart sink at the idea. I’d had sex before—sure I had. But this was the first time in my entire life that I actually wanted to have sex, that I hungered for it the way a starving man hungers for food.
“We’re gonna take it slow,” Grav said, shifting on top of me. “I’ll try just rubbing against you first—that should build some serious power.”
I couldn’t argue with that. He took off his trousers and boots and stood there for a minute, letting me look at him.
There was plenty to look at.
It was the first time I’d seen him completely naked since our trip through the transporter of the Alien Mate Index. And let me tell you, what I saw nearly took my breath away.
He was immense. Long and thick and hard, the club of his sex rose from between his thighs. I know I said before that I always thought a man’s penis is the most ridiculous part of him but there was nothing ridiculous about this.
Intimidating was a word that came to mind. Also frightening, scary, and oh-my-God-how-is-he-going-to-fit-that-thing-inside-me?
Well, he might not have to, I told myself, trying to forestall panic. He wants to just do what’s necessary to build the power. He said he just wants to rub against you at first.
Accordingly, I lay back on the bed and spread my legs for him.
Grav groaned and I saw that red pinprick in the back of his eyes again.
“No,” he said, shaking his head. “No, this is too fuckin’ tempting. Scoot over, darlin’—you better be on top.”
So that was how I found myself straddling his hips while Grav lay flat on the bed, looking up at me. He was so big I had to spread my thighs wide to make it work—which of course made my pussy open to show exactly how ready I was for him.
“Gods, you’re so wet,” Grav growled hoarsely, looking between my legs as though he couldn’t get enough of the sight of me.
“I can’t help it,” I whispered. “The way you tasted me…it put me so close to the edge.”
“Let’s see if we can’t get a little closer,” he murmured. “Lower yourself down and rub along my shaft, darlin’. Let the power and the pleasure build together.”
I did as he said, lowering myself down until the thick shaft of his cock was parting my tender pussy lips.
We both moaned at the intimate contact. Finally, I could feel him pressing against my clit with nothing between us and it was incredible. His skin was warm and silky and I was so wet from the way he had tasted me I felt like I could take even his incredibly large equipment with no problem.
But we’re not going to do that, I reminded myself. I’m just going to rub against him.
Which meant I had better get started because there was a lot to rub against.
Starting at the thick root of his cock, I slid upwards, stroking over his broad shaft with my inner pussy in the most intimate massage possible. His hot, silky skin sliding against my swollen, sensitive clit was the most incredible torture. It put every nerve on my body on edge and yet still I didn’t come.
When I came to the broad, flaring head, I felt it bump over my clit and then—only for a moment—just the tip lodged at the entrance of my pussy. It was almost as though Grav was just about to enter me but he hadn’t quite gotten around to it yet.
When that happened I looked up and saw that he was watching—not the action between our legs
but my face. I wondered if this would be the act that pushed him over the edge of self-control but somehow he was still holding on to his reason.
“Go on, darlin’,” he murmured hoarsely. “Slide back and forth a little more. Make yourself come if you can. Maybe coming on my cock will be enough to build the power.”
“I…I’ll try,” I whispered breathlessly. “But I have to be honest, Grav…I feel like I need more. More to come and more to build the power.”
“Just try it,” he insisted, his deep voice grating as he clearly tried to hold on to his self control. “Please.”
“All right.” I slid back and forth several times but though his skin against mine felt incredible and his shaft got completely saturated by my juices, I still couldn’t come. I was nearly moaning with frustration when I finally came to a stop at the end of his shaft. Once more just the tip was lodged inside me and I could feel my inner pussy contract, wanting him… wanting more.
“Gods, darlin’, you’re still so wet,” Grav growled, holding me by the hips. “Do you feel close to coming yet?”
“Yes,” I admitted. “But I’ve been feeling close since we started this. I need something else, something more to come, Grav. Please…”
I wiggled my hips and tilted my pelvis until more than just the tip of his shaft was lodged inside me. Until almost the entire head was breaching my entrance.
“Leah…” Grav’s hands tightened on my hips warningly but I noticed he didn’t try to pull out of me.
“Please, Grav,” I begged. “I need more. Why can’t we just, you know…”
“Fuck?” he finished for me, bluntly. “Because the minute I do that, I’ve lost all control of myself and the entire situation.”
“The point of no return,” I whispered.
“Exactly.” He took a deep breath. “You don’t understand about Braxians, darlin’. We don’t just fuck—we breed. Once I shove my shaft all the way in your sweet little pussy, there’s no stopping until my seed is running down your thighs.”
I shivered at his words but I couldn’t help it—I couldn’t stop wanting him.