And Ryle, his eyes locked on mine like he’s having a revelation, he can’t hold back any longer. I widen my legs for him as he pushes his powerful body over mine with hard, measured thrusts. Those bumps, that thrilling texture, the stretch, it’s so much.
I come fast; I dig my nails into his rock-hard biceps and cry out with the mind-blowing sensation, and I swear I lose my vision for a moment. It leaves me weak and shaken, and still he thrusts relentlessly. His motions take on a wilder edge. I know he must be close, too. He’s been needing this for so long, I’m half surprised he wasn’t instantly done.
He slows for a moment, assessing my face. “Good,” he tells me as my quivering calms. “battsa tsekis gaow.” He kisses me hard, his tongue plunging in time with his cock.
I’m going to come again. Oh, God, I need to come again. I lock my legs higher, tight around his waist. His cock is pulsing so fast it nearly feels like a vibration. I break our kiss and bury my face against his neck as another mind-blowing orgasm rolls through me like an earthquake. Fuck. It shatters me. I sink my teeth into Ryle’s shoulder.
His reaction is a roar. He roots deep and his cock jumps and pulses one last time as he spills inside of me. I can feel the heat of it, deeper than I thought possible.
With a long and heavy exhale, he rolls us onto our sides. He slides out of me, and I regret the loss of him instantly. “Ryle.”
“Maysee.” My poor alien looks shellshocked.
“Same, big guy,” I say, and close my eyes. Contentment washes over me. Comfort, as he brushes my hair from my forehead. Happiness.
And, I’ll admit, a little humor as my head clears. Am I the first human to have sex with an alien?What a bizarre idea. What an insane situation. And how unlikely? Of all the creatures in the universe, I’ve found him. A sexy horned alien with gray and blue camo patterns and a long weapon of a tail. A man exuberantly open with his sexual interest but fiercely protective and big-hearted to a fault. Could I have ever hoped to find such a man back on earth? I don’t think so.
And he wants me. He, or his mating pulse thing, or however it really works - he wants me. A soft and silly earthling who knows just a little about not very much. What did I do to deserve such good luck on such a disastrous mission?
There’s no room in my head for these questions. Not now. There’s only space for Ryle as I finally succumb to sleep.