We’ve been through more than most couples, but life is inherently complex for every individual. It doesn’t matter what time period you’re from. We all feel the need to grow.
It helps that I have Turin. I don’t know what I’d do without him.
He carries me toward a chair in the living room. Yes, the same living room with giant windows.
Carefully, he sets me onto my feet. “Take off your dress,” he says.
I glance over at the windows. A neighbor drives through our street. About a block away, a couple is walking their dog. Is he out of his mind?
“There are people everywhere,” I say.
He steps forward. His body is so much taller than mine, so muscular and solid it casts a shadow over me. “Do what I say.”
My pulse races. I shouldn’t be entertaining this idea. Our neighbors really respect us. But it’s been a while since I’ve felt like this.
I crave the rush of risk.
Gently, I slide the dress off my shoulders. It falls to the floor, revealing my panties and bra.
I curl my toes, waiting for his next command, but he says nothing. He nudges his nose forward and smells me. Within seconds, his cock is probing my inner thigh.
A flood of warmth flows through my pelvis, an overwhelming feeling that it would be a mistake to deny myself of him.
His fingers graze my panty line. He drags two fingers, tracing an outline over the soft fabric until my body drips wet.
Hurriedly, he slides the cotton past my hips. A chill rushes my body as he spreads my lips apart.
He slaps my pussy with his shaft.
“You’re so wet for me,” he says.
I reach down and feel his cock. The hot bone throbs inside my palm, both soft and impossibly hard. I stroke him, and his balls rise.
“Yes, baby,” he moans. “Just like that.”
Falling back into the chair, Turin spreads his legs and waits for me to serve him like a king. I lower to my knees, and lick up his taint, tonguing over his strong masculine balls. They compact as his shaft grows against my cheek, dripping soft beads of lubricant from his crown.
I breathe out and roll my eyes to face his. Opening my mouth wide, I take all of him. Every inch swallowed with ease.
Twelve years of practice allows me to hold him inside until he’s tapping and bucking to get away from me. “Stop, I’ll come,” he roars.
Smiling, I smear my saliva around his thick flesh. I slide both palms around him and pump.
Groaning, he grabs my wrists and leans forward. “You’re too sexy, you know that?”
One sloppy wet kiss before he picks me up and turns me around, placing my ass over his lap.
I howl with excitement as he slides two fingers inside me, arching against my spot. If the neighborhood couldn’t hear us before, they sure can now.
“You know what happens to sexy women like yourself,” he says.
I lean over his lap, neck braced against his kneecap. Ready for his spanking, I close my eyes. I feel the wind of his palm smack my ass.
He grabs my flesh and grunts.
“Fuck,” I moan.
Sliding two more fingers inside my pussy, he gives me time to breathe. “Tell me, sweetheart. How kinky are you? Do you get off acting like a dirty whore?”
I nod, tears of pleasure and pain swelling against my eyelids. “I want to be filthy with you again,” I grunt.
He spanks me, much harder than the last time.
Twisting my hair into a ponytail, he lifts my head. His eyes are dark and intense, possessive and dominating.
I fucking love it.
I’ve been thinking a lot about the time we first met. I was terrified of him. But once he showed me what he could do with his mouth and cock, there was no going back.
I was dirty, heated, and wet. I still am.
It’s been a few years since our time on Avalon. We have a kid to worry about now.
But the one thing we make time for is sex. Tonight, I’m ready to push the boundaries.
“Tell me what you want,” he demands.
There has been something.
“It’s a little embarrassing,” I say.
His body glows, letting me know how bad he wants me to have it. “Tell me.”
I lift from his lap, feeling the sting dissipate. Seductively moving my body toward the windows, I lower to the floor.
“Mm,” he purrs. “Keep showing me.”
I face the window, nose just barely touching the glass edge. Tempting him, I drop my arms behind my back. I spread my cheeks apart to show him both of my holes.
“I want you to fuck my ass,” I say.
I can feel my face turn bright red, but I own my shame.
After a get-together with the other moms led to some hardcore wine drinking and fantasy spilling, a few of the women admitted they had always wanted to try it. I stayed silent, but my endorphins went berserk.
I haven’t been able to get the thought out of my mind. Now that it’s out in the open, I’m ready for it to become a reality.
His thumb teases my lips, spreading up toward my clit, which he uses to soften me. However, there’s not one inch of me that’s relaxed.
A car honks at another outside. A few birds scatter, loudly from our pecan tree in the front yard. Oh, God. This fantasy has been stewing for some time, but I’m not sure if I can get through with it.
I’m on all fours.
He holds the back of my back down, sliding my wetness across my tight hole above. I hold my breath as his thumb presses firmly.
“Fuck,” I grunt. “It hurts.”
“Shh,” he whispers. “There, there.”
I try to relax my body and sit, but his hands control me. He subdues and forces me back onto my kneecaps.
“I don’t think I can do it,” I whisper.
His smirk is devilish and improper. “That’s what you said when we first met.”
Turin kneels behind me, kissing the outer bits of flesh, while moving closer to my pussy.
His hunger is loud. With each kiss and taste, he makes a strong noise of satisfaction. I look back, and he’s pumping his cock as he dives into my lips.
He eats me from behind. He devours me like a starved animal.
Like a magnet, he draws his tongue to my clit. Pressing lightly against my pelvis with his hand, he exposes my tiny bead of pleasure. He taps lightly before swirling and sucking to my delight.
I’m not like the other women. I’m not some housewife who lives in a fantasy realm. I’m a woman who has lived and experienced the best and worst this life has to offer.
I can do this. I can take him.
A tickle rushes through my core. I close my legs, but he just forces them back open, consuming all I offer.
Turning my head, I watch as he sucks my pussy, relentless and stern. I reach back and push his face into me, feeling the pressure inside me rises.
My legs tremble.
My body turns hot.
I wag my head forward and let out an uncontrollable, shrill moan. “Yes,” I scream, patting the ground. “Make me come. Come on, just like that.”
He digs, and he searches for the one source, the one thing that can cure my needs. As he slides in two more fingers, he finds it.
No pleasure. No pain. There is just… come.
I explode. No, I shatter into a thousand pieces, erupting over the freshly vacuumed carpets.
My come drips down my thighs as my body tremors. Rich, vibratory waves run through me, electrifying my nerves.
I close my eyes and feel him mount my hips. I should be worried, but I’m too excited to think.
He spits.
He rubs.
He teases me open with his index finger.
And then I feel his crown hit my hole. It’s thicker and much harder than his finger.
I breathe out through my nose as he forces forward.
He’s gentle, yet firm, always whispering in my ear to tell me that it will be okay. That, he’s here for me.
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Once I accept it, he opens me. I fall forward, but he’s there to catch and bring me back in.
Every inch is tight, but once he’s deep enough inside, a feeling of deep pleasure washes over me.
He owns me.
I’m coming.
He grabs my hips and rocks back. “Filthy, naughty cunt,” he coos against my ear.
I’m fucking coming…
Grabbing a fist full of my hair, he pulls and eases himself deeper. “How are you so good at everything?” he asks.
“I’ve been taught by the best,” I moan.
He bucks and eases away.
Trembling, I drive my hips back, hungering for more. “Come inside me,” I say. “I want to feel you shoot it in my ass.”
The words are so wrong. So dirty they belong in one of those ancient pornography “tapes.” Yet, as I rub my pussy and tell him to fuck my asshole deeper, it’s never felt so right.
He pulls my ponytail harder. “Beg for my seed,” he growls.
“Give me your hot seed.”
“More,” he commands.
“Fill me to the fucking brim,” I cry out.
He leans forward, fucking me like his life depends on it. “Tell me what you want from me,” he whispers.
“I want another baby with you!”
Okay. Those were not the words I expected to say. Some might think I’m too old enough to have another child, but those people don’t know the power of alien sperm.
If he wants it enough, he’ll put a baby inside me.
Driving his body around mine, he pulls out and fucks my pussy. Measured, he moans, “I’m going to blow my fucking load.”
Uh-oh…
“Give it to me,” I cry. “Please. I’ll do anything for it.”
Why am I saying this? Is it because, deep down, I want to relive it all again?
I feel his cock expand. His crown swells and bobs against my spot.
My hands press against the window. He’s never fucked me this good.
Bent over me, working my pussy like a master, he lets out a relieved roar. “I’m… I’m...”
He stutters and lurches around me, cupping my breasts and fucking me deeper.
“I’m coming,” he breathes. “Fucking coming all over you.”
He sprays my pussy good. Deep inside, I feel the warmth fill and surround my walls. Pump after solid pump, his thick seed coats me.
I arch my head to kiss him, and he reacts to me like candy.
I can’t control him. He thrusts one more time, giving me every drop.
I lower to the ground, kneecaps red from the wet carpet beneath me. I curl against his chest and catch my breath.
“That was incredible,” I moan.
He stares into my eyes. “Dax is gone for two weeks, and I’m hungry for more.”
This is my family now. Dax, Turin, and Naomi. We once traversed the cosmos in search of a better future. Well, we found that.
Every once in a while, Hugh and Roy call. We don’t say too much, but I always hang up feeling renewed.
With no one knowing, we changed the course of the world. Maybe we couldn’t stop Earth Federation’s expansion. But we could start a family that believed in the good of humanity, a family that believed in change and growth.
Considering what we went through to get to that stage, that’s pretty unbelievable.
Turin’s arms coil around my breasts from behind. “I was wrong,” he says.
“Hm? About what?” I ask.
He tongues my neck, tenderly. “Humans are wonderful creatures.”
I place my hand on his cheek and stare into his dark eyes. We’ve been through a lot, but life is a road of self-continuing discovery. It has taken him a long time to admit this.
I ease back into him, feeling his warmth wash over me.
Humans don’t thrive on pain. Nor do they prosper by the hands of malevolence or any kind of evil.
Humans thrive on choice. The decision to do good and exercise compassion. The choice to accept that the world loves you back, even when it beats you down.
I believed in a better world, and I got it.
I believed in love.
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