“Ben, I…please…do not make me wait,” Evetta breathed out. “Please.”
Ben heard her frantic plea and released her nipple with a loud pop. Sliding down her body, he pressed small kisses across her flat stomach as he knelt before her. He ran his hand down over her leg, unstrapping the knife she carried and releasing the straps on her boots.
He continued to press hot, moist kisses to her stomach as he pulled first one boot then the other off. Once she was free of them, his fingers released the fastening on her pants. He pushed them off her slender hips. Holding her still, he buried his face in the black curls covering her mound.
“Oh Gods!” Evetta cried out.
Her hands tightened in his hair as her body exploded as he tongued her core. She couldn’t move without falling as her pants were around her ankles. All she could do was hold on as he caressed her in ways she had never known before.
She cried out when he pulled away and rose in front of her. The cry died on her lips as he swept her off her feet. Her pants fell to the floor behind her as he turned and lowered her onto the makeshift bed he had brought in. Before she could do anything, she found her legs pulled up and over his shoulders.
“Ben,” she whimpered as he drove his fingers deep into her while the fingers of his other hand parted her so he could tongue her.
“Come for me, Evetta,” Ben moaned against her. “Come for me, baby. I want to taste your sweet come.”
He knew the minute his tongue touched the swollen nub just inside her that he had found her pleasure spot. He pressed on it, pushing it up so that he could rub his tongue over it. By the third lick, she exploded around him. Her sweet taste washed over his tongue. A slight tingle swept through him and he swore his balls were enflamed. There was something about the taste that had a direct line to his cock.
He pulled away with a loud curse and almost ripped his pants as he fought to undo the fastening holding them on. He quickly pushed them down and kicked them to the side before he fell over Evetta’s panting form.
Sweat broke out on his brow as he felt the head of his cock slide into the entrance to her vaginal channel. The fluid coating her mixed with his pre-cum and he swore the fire exploded into a raging inferno. His arms trembled as he held himself above her.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” he choked out. “Evetta, help me. I don’t fucking want to hurt you.”
“You won’t,” she whispered, wrapping her fingers around his broad chest and her legs around his slender hips. “I am ready for you, my Ben.”
Ben needed no more encouragement. He drove his throbbing cock into her as far as he could. He threw his head back, his eyes closed as she wrapped around him. All along his cock he swore he could feel the same small nubs. He pulled back and they caressed his shaft causing his breath to catch.
He rocked his hips forward. As the tip touched her womb, another wave of heat coursed through his body. The moment it hit, he lost all control. His hips began moving on their own, rocking faster and faster. Evetta’s hoarse cries echoed in his ear as he pulled her closer.
He reached up and grabbed her left breast, trapping her nipple between his fingers. He pinched it hard at the same time as she stiffened underneath him. Her body exploding in multiple orgasms. He could feel the hot explosions around his cock as he drove into her.
One moment he was moving frantically, the next he was locked to her as the small nubs he felt swelled until his cock was held in a tight fist that squeezed his shaft. His orgasm exploded with such force he felt the backwash of his seed as it filled her. A choked sob escaped him at the intensity. He swore her body was pulling every ounce of his seed from his.
He fell forward over her, stunned by the intensity of their love-making. Even now, the tingling that he had felt still pulled at him. He didn’t know what just happened but he damn sure wanted to make sure it happened again.
He rolled to his side, pulling Evetta’s limp body with him so she was resting across him. He was still locked to her. A slight grin curved his lips. Hell, he had never known this could happen. He could definitely get addicted to making love to her.
“I love you, Evetta,” he murmured as he brushed a kiss along the top of her head. “You are a miracle to me.”
He continued to caress her back as she rubbed her cheek against his chest. Closing his eyes, he wondered how long it would take him to be ready for round two. When he felt his cock twitch inside her, another grin curved his lips. Obviously not as long as it normally would, he thought in satisfaction as his body began tingling again.
Chapter 7
Aaron wiped his sweaty palms nervously down the side of his pants. He didn’t know why he admitted to Hanine that he knew who she was or that he was the one leaving her the small gifts. It may have been the shock of seeing her stepping through the doorway or just finally being so close to her. Either way, it didn’t bode well for him.
He stepped into his and Ben’s room, for once thankful that Ben demanded that they keep it neat as it wasn’t very large. He glanced at Hanine as she paused in the doorway watching him. He twisted to face her, looking nervously at her.
She was even more beautiful up close. Her short hair swung around her chin as she looked around the small cabin. It didn’t take long considering the room consisted of two beds, a table just big enough for two chairs and the doorway leading to their bathroom.
Aaron let his eyes roam greedily over her while she was distracted. She was wearing a dark grey, form-fitting outfit that highlighted the pale purple of her skin. His eyes lingered on her for several long moments as he lost himself in the fantasy of having her close to him at last. He quickly glanced away when she turned her sharp gaze on him.
“You are the one who has been leaving me the gifts?” She said more than asked.
“Yes,” Aaron responded hoarsely before clearing his throat. “Yes.”
“Prove it,” Hanine demanded.
Aaron looked up at her, startled. His eyes lowered to her outstretched hand. She was holding the small pink triangle of paper he had made. He glanced up at her again, an amused smile pulling at the corner of his mouth when he saw her raised eyebrow. He reached out and took the creased paper from her, careful not to touch her.
He nodded briefly before he walked over to the bed and sat down. Smoothing the small square on his knee, he began refolding the fragile paper. He decided he had nothing to lose so he began speaking in a quiet voice as he recreated the swan.
“The first time I saw you, two women were calling you names. I wanted to reach out and slap them both upside the head.” He glanced up to see that she had not moved from where she was standing near the door. Looking back down, he focused on what he was doing. “I thought you were the most beautiful creature I had ever seen. I loved the way you rolled your eyes at them and when you stuck your tongue out…” A small chuckle escaped him but he didn’t look up at her. “…Let’s just say, that was an incredible turn on. I wanted to know more about you so I started watching for you.”
“Why did you leave me these things?” She asked quietly.
Aaron paused, staring down at the small form that was beginning to take shape. He thought for several long moments before he shrugged his shoulders. He was already in too deep to lie to her now.
“I didn’t have anything else to give you,” he admitted. “If I could, I’d have given you the world. Instead, I gave you the only thing I had to give…a piece of my world in the form of simple shapes. I gave you the lioness first because you reminded me of how protective and fierce they are when protecting their pride. I gave you the whale for your grace. Each shape reminded me of you.”
“Including the one with a long neck? What does that remind you of?” She asked with a hint of suppressed laughter in her voice.
Aaron grimaced but he continued to focus on the swan. “I couldn’t help but think about how much I wanted to kiss you there. You have a beautiful neck and with your hair cut short it looks long and… I just wanted to kiss you,” he ad
mitted as a tint of red washed over his cheeks.
He finished refolding the swan. He stared at it for several long moments before he looked up. His eyes widened when he saw that she had silently moved until she was standing in front of him.
“And this?” She whispered, gently touching the wing of the swan. “What does this remind you of?”
“How beautiful you are. How special. How much I want to watch you fly free from the fear and danger,” he responded in a soft voice.
Hanine’s eyes collided with his. She could see the truth in them. She gently picked up the swan that he held out and set it on the edge of the bedframe without breaking the contact.
Reaching out, she gently traced his face. Her fingers paused on the faint scar that marred one cheekbone. She could feel his heated breath against her as she stepped between his legs.
“What do you want from me?” She asked, touching him with both hands and watching as his eyes drifted close.
“I want to keep you,” he murmured a breath away from her lips. “I want to keep you forever, Hanine. I have loved you from afar. Now, I want to hold you and kiss you. Can I? Will you let me?”
Hanine’s eyes dropped briefly to his lips before she smiled. “Forever, huh?”
“Forever, my beautiful swan,” he whispered, pulling her lips down to his.
Hanine opened to him. She felt like she could fly. The warmth sweeping through her filled her with hope, joy and passion. She had found the answer to where her gifts were coming from and discovered the biggest present of all…a strange but oddly compelling alien male who made her want things she had only dreamed of.
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Four weeks later, Aaron pulled Hanine into his arms as she stepped through the access doorway where they had planned their meeting the night before. He drank in the nectar of her kiss like a bee seeking pollen. His lips moved over hers knowing he had never tasted anything so sweet.
She was everything that he hoped for and more. The feel of her slender body against his burned into his mind every time he touched her. He wanted this beautiful, surprisingly tender woman with a passion that defied logic. He had expected her to turn away from him when she first saw him but instead, she met him with the same fierce desire that burned inside him.
He had spent the last four weeks courting her. It had killed him to let her go each day but he wanted her to be sure. If he thought he loved her before, it was nothing like what he felt now. The more time he spent with her the more time he wanted to spend. She was funny, smart, passionate and loyal.
At first, she only shared a little bit of herself with him. He teased her over make-shift picnics in the lower level storage bay and in the small room Ben used at times, took her for walks through the access tunnels and enjoyed surprising her with little kisses and more origami animals.
Tonight, the playfulness of their relationship had turned to heated desire and urgent need. Aaron groaned when Hanine pushed him up against the wall of the access tunnel and ran her hands hungrily over his body. His own were frantically exploring her own curves. He pulled back, gasping.
“Your quarters, Aaron,” Hanine whispered as she pressed hot kisses along his neck. “Please, I need you. You have been driving me crazy these past weeks. I want more than a taste of your kisses. I want you.”
“Hanine,” Aaron choked out. “Are you sure, love? Because once I have you, I won’t let you go – ever. You have to be very sure of this.”
Hanine pulled back and looked up into his smoldering eyes, a soft smile curving her lips. “I’m sure. You have shown me what it is like to be special, Aaron. You are a very, very extraordinary man and I…and I want you,” she responded in a hesitant, shy voice. “I need you, Aaron. I want to be with you forever as you promised me.”
Aaron didn’t say anything. He couldn’t. Instead, he brushed a hot, urgent kiss across her lips before grasping her hand tightly in his and turning back toward his living quarters. He knew Ben was with Evetta in the small room he had redone. Hurrying through the narrow passageway, he turned when he got to the door and swept her up into his arms. His face flushed with desire and determination as he carried her across the threshold.
Aaron carried her over to his narrow bed and sat down with her on his lap. With shaking hands, he cupped her face and kissed her deeply. He slowly sank backwards, taking her with him as his hands swept hungrily over her body. Soon, the heat of their kisses was too much to contain. He rolled, pinning her under his longer form. Pressing desperate kisses along her jaw, he buried his face in her shoulder. A shudder ran through him as her nails scrapped across his back. He turned his face into her neck and pressed a hot, open-mouthed kiss to the side of her long neck.
“Aaron!” Hanine cried out, arching into him.
“Yes, Hanine. Say my name. Call for me, baby,” Aaron whispered as he ran his tongue along her earlobe. “Tell me you want this as badly as I do. I need to know that you are sure, Hanine. I need to know.”
“Yes. Oh, yes,” Hanine breathed on in a dazed voice. “What magic is this that I burn inside for you all the time?”
Aaron leaned back and stared down at her with a serious expression. He wanted her to know that the magic they were creating was caused by them. That she wanted him for who he was. He knew he loved her. He had known it for months but she had only just discovered him a few short weeks ago. He didn’t think he could survive her thinking what was happening was a mistake or caused by something beyond the two of them together.
“We are the magic, Hanine. You and I, together,” Aaron said quietly, calmly. “I love you. I have from the moment you rolled your beautiful eyes. I love the way you move and your tenacity. I love your strength and how protective you are of your sister. I love how your eyes glow when you do something you know others don’t have a clue about. I love you and the way you hide my gifts to you.”
“How do you know about all those things?” Hanine whispered in awe. “How do you know so much about me?”
“I see you, Hanine,” Aaron replied with a tender smile. “I see the beautiful woman hidden behind the mask.”
Hanine’s eyes glittered with tears. She had never heard anything so beautiful and precious. Reaching up, she sealed her lips to his. She let him know what she couldn’t say. She understood what her sister saw in this strange alien species. They were nothing like the Marastin Dow males. They were much, much stronger.
She pulled frantically on the clothing hiding him away from her touch. She wanted to touch him as he was touching her. She leaned upward as his hand slid under her shirt.
“Off,” she panted.
“Hanine?” Aaron choked out in confusion. “What did I…?”
“Off! I need your clothes off now,” she demanded. “I need mine off. I need you!”
Aaron’s eyes brightened in understanding. She wasn’t telling him to get off of her. She wanted him! She needed him as badly as he needed her. Rolling off her, he stood next to the bed and grabbed the end of his shirt, jerking it over his head. He quickly toed off his boots and pushed his pants off. His eyes watched with growing heat as Hanine did the same with her own clothing. Neither one of them caring where the articles of cloth fell, only that they fell away from their skin.
They fell together in a twisting explosion of skin, violet against tan, soft female against hard muscle. Aaron twisted so that Hanine was on top of him. He feared he would hurt her. He moaned loudly when she rose up over him and reached down to grip his throbbing, aching shaft in her hand. Her fingers wrapped around him, holding him still long enough for her to align it with her slick entrance.
He broke the kiss the moment his pre-cum mixed with hers. A shattering heat raced through his cock, pooled low in his balls and sent a shockwave of tingling need up his spine. The force of her body wrapping around his left him panting. His limited experience with women had not prepared him for the effect of being with the woman he loved.
“Hanine!” Aaron called out hoarsely. “Oh God!”
“You l
ike?” She grinned down at him before twisting her hips.
“Baby,” he choked out, cupping her face between his hands and pushing up into her.
Her moan combined with his as the dozens of small sexual nubs that ran along her vaginal walls released more fluid making her slicker even as they swelled deep inside her. The combination of it was driving him crazy. He could feel every one against his cock as he moved inside her.
His hands moved up to her breasts. He pinched her swollen nipples between his fingers. She bowed backwards, pressing down onto him. He swore as the tip of his cock brushed her womb as she sat back on him.
“Yes!” She groaned, pressing into his hands. “Like that. Oh Aaron. Yes!”
He rose up, encouraging her to ride him. He wanted to watch her face as she came. He knew the gentle rhythm of their bodies coming together wasn’t going to last long. Sweat beaded on both their brows as they fought the desire so they could make this moment last as long as possible.
“I can’t… I can’t…,” Hanine panted looking down into Aaron’s blazing eyes. “Oh Aaron!” She groaned out, falling forward as her body exploded around his hard shaft.
Aaron dropped his hands to her waist and he began frantically moving. He could feel her fisting him. It was becoming more and more difficult to pull backwards. His eyes widened when he felt the sensitive edge surrounding the bulbous part of his cock catch as he pushed back into her. His balls pulled up tightly before he exploded deep inside her. He rose up, still holding her hips as his eyes widened at the force of his release.
“Hanine. Oh baby. Hanine,” he chanted over and over as his pulsed into her before collapsing backwards with her on top of him. He stared up at the ceiling while he soothingly ran his hands along her back. “I love you, my beautiful swan. I love you.”
Chapter 8
“Evetta, what is wrong?” Hanine asked when she saw her sister hurry into their quarters. “What are you doing?”