Chantel reached out and took hold of the buckle on his belt and unsnapped it slowly before drawing it out of his trousers and throwing it down on the floor. Eli’s breathing was becoming heavier each time she touched him, and she was getting wetter each time she looked up at him and his incredible good looks. He didn’t say a word as he began to undress her. He lifted the white clothes she had been dressed in back on X-11 off over her head and exposed her breasts. When he saw them his breath caught at the back of his throat and he reached down and took hold of one in each hand and massaged them gently. Chantel moaned. His touch was so intense and yet so soft, with each kneed of his fingers he was opening up new parts of her that she didn’t even know existed. He was turning her body on in so many ways and he had yet to touch her most sacred place.
She undid the top button on his trousers and slipped her hand inside. As she felt his manhood for the first time she gasped and looked up at him. He looked down at her proudly, knowing exactly what he was carrying in there. As Chantel peeled down his pants and underwear and exposed his huge, rock hard cock she was speechless. It was so big and so thick she had no idea how she would be able to take it without being split in two, but she knew she wanted to try.
Eli pulled her head forwards by her hair and she opened her mouth eagerly. As he slipped the tip of his cock into her mouth she sucked on him greedily and moved up and down his shaft with a hungry moan. Eli panted and bucked his hips forward. He groaned and took hold of one of her breasts, whilst with his other hand he moved down and slipped it into her panties.
She was soaking wet, slick with her own juices and ready for him. She was so turned on she knew it wouldn’t take much for her to give in to an explosive orgasm, so when Eli pulled back and pushed her down onto the bed and climbed on top of her, she spread her legs wide and begged him to fuck her.
“Please,” she panted. “Fill me.”
Eli positioned the tip of his red hot manhood at her tight opening and with one agonizingly powerful and slow thrust, pushed himself right into her. He was so big, but the pain was brief, and when she regained her composure and Eli began fucking her again and again, she unraveled in a wave of pure ecstasy. As she came she clamped her legs tightly around him and he too began to quiver with the beginnings of his release. Eli gripped onto her throat and powered into her once more before his huge balls exploded and emptied a lifetime worth of hot cum right up inside of her. He grunted as his seed left him and filled up Chantel, before he collapsed down on top of her and kissed her deeply on the mouth.
“Eli,” she panted as she tried to get her breath back. “Oh my God. You have no idea how good that was.”
She was a tangle of pleasure and exhaustion. Whatever he was doing to her, she never wanted it to end.
“No,” he said. “You have no idea how good that was. I can’t believe what I’ve been missing.”
Chantel looked up at him and into his eyes and as they lay together in their perfect room, in the center of the universe, she couldn’t help but think that all of it must have been meant to be. Eli was such an amazing man and he was like no one she had ever met. Now they were there together, against all the odds of time and space, and they had a real connection, something undeniable was pulsing between them.
“I never realized it would be so good,” he said once he could speak properly again. “We were always led to believe that we weren’t missing out, but the second I saw you, I knew that couldn’t be true.”
Chantel smiled and kissed him again.
“Your body,” he said as he took hold of her in his arms and pressed their naked flesh together. “I’ve never held anyone like this before, and it feels so amazing.”
Chantel ran her hands through his hair and smiled. Even though she had been to bed with other men, she knew exactly what he meant. Nothing quite compared to this. It wasn’t the fact that he hadn’t experienced physical love before, because he certainly knew what he was doing, it was because their bodies seemed made for one another. They fit together perfectly in every way possible, even just lying there felt as if they were finally slotting back into a place that they were always meant to be.
“I know this is crazy,” she whispered. “But I never want to leave here.”
Eli smiled and pulled her in close. “I never want you to either,” he admitted.
As they held each other tightly and Chantel listened to the beat of his heart her mind raced with thoughts and possibilities of how she could keep him without having to sacrifice the rest of her life.
If only there was a way they could make it work.
9.
When Eli reluctantly rose from the bed and Chantel lazed back and watched him walk across the room naked, before he gathered up a robe and wrapped it around himself, she realized she had no idea how long she had been away from home.
Would people have noticed she was missing?
Would Sarah have alerted the police?
Would her family be looking for her?
Would they think she was dead?
Her mind began to race and she felt the dread creeping up inside of her again. She knew that she couldn’t stay there. She couldn’t give up her life in order to roam around space with her hot alien lover, no matter how much she may want to.
Eli turned to her with a sad smile as if he knew exactly what she was thinking.
“I’ll be reluctant to take you home,” he said. “But I know it wouldn’t be fair to keep you here.”
Chantel wiped a lone tear from the corner of her eye. The last thing she wanted to do was say goodbye.
“You must think about what I said,” Eli said with a smile. “How you respond to all of this once you return home. Remember, I said that you have been given a unique opportunity and set of information.”
“What do you mean?” she asked, growing frustrated with how cryptically he spoke.
“I mean, you have seen things no one of earth has ever seen, and you have knowledge of the universe that not many know. If you wanted to, you could help me, in the future.”
He said it hopefully and raised his eyebrows and Chantel felt a rush of excitement.
“I could help you?” she asked with glee.
“Yes,” he smiled. “Now you know what to look for in the beings of X-11 and of how they try to organize large groups of women together when they are off their guard. Maybe, you could be like a watcher for your planet. I could certainly do with the help.” Eli walked back over to her and took her hand.
“Oh my, Eli.” she gasped. “I don’t know what to say.”
“Please, just say yes,” he said as he leaned over and kissed her softly on the forehead. “I couldn’t bear the thought of taking you back to your planet and never seeing you again.”
“And if I become a watcher?” she asked.
“Then you will have one of these,” he reached into the pocket of his robe and pulled out a watch similar to the one he had been wearing when he rescued her. “And you’ll be able to contact me whenever you need me.”
He held her hand and looked deep into her eyes. Chantel wasn’t sure if she could handle the responsibility of having to watch over her entire planet, but she knew she didn’t want to lose Eli. Maybe they could have secret space rendezvous and travel together again. Maybe he would show her other planets and tell her much more about the universe. It was sure to blow her mind, but she knew that it was something she was willing to explore and open up to.
“Of course I will,” she smiled as she wrapped her arms around him. “I’d be honored to help you Eli.”
They kissed and she stared into his eyes again. He really was an incredible being, whether he was a man, or an advanced version, he certainly had all of the qualities she wanted and loved and she knew she had found someone special.
“I think it’s time,” he said sadly as he got to his feet and held out his hands.
Chantel stood up beside him and gathered her clothes. As she dressed Eli watched her and she knew what he was thinking because sh
e was thinking the exact same thing. Out of an entire universe, they had been brought together and had shared an amazing, life changing experience. She would love him forever and she would never forget him.
Eli wrapped his arms around her and slipped the watch around her wrist. He fastened it in place and Chantel looked down at it. On first glance it just looked like a plain circular face, but when she looked closer she could see the intricate system of stars glinting within in.
“When you need me,” he whispered. “Just ask.”
He leaned forward and kissed her again.
“I’ll be watching over you Chantel,” he smiled. “And I’ll be back for you soon.”
Chantel kissed him and tried to cling to him as the whole expanse of space around them seemed to begin to disappear. She felt her body jolt and her mind begin to spin. She could see stars. Millions of stars. Shooting past her and swirling, gaining momentum and forming a spiral.
With a crack she was in darkness and when she opened her eyes she realized she was back in her own bed. She sat upright and in the other corner she could see the mound of Sarah’s body, breathing softly beneath her duvet and snoring ever so slightly.
“Sarah?” she croaked.
Sarah groaned and rolled over, rubbing her eyes and peeking out at Chantel through the dark.
“What?” she said sleepily.
“What happened?” she asked.
“What do you mean?” Sarah leaned up with irritation. “You bailed and left me at the party so I had to come home. You were passed out drunk here.” She rolled her eyes and flopped back down on the bed.
For a moment, Chantel really did think she had imagined it all. Could it have all been a dream? But the small watch that was still strapped tightly to her wrist told her otherwise. She had been somewhere else that night, somewhere she could never, and would never tell anyone about.
She lay back down in bed and turned towards the window. The stars above her twinkled brightly in the night sky and she smiled. For the first time ever, she had a very special secret and it felt good. Now every time she looked up at the heavens she would only think of one person. Because now she knew what was out there, and she couldn’t wait to experience it again.
THE END
My New Holiday Billionaire
Pamela Avery
Copyright ©2016 by Pamela Avery. All rights reserved.
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CHAPTER ONE
“I swear, Sage Tariq, if you shed one more tear over that loser… That’s it! Get up out of that bed!”
Sage looked up from puffy eyes at her friend of over ten years; Eden Carter was a force to be reckoned with. Eden was pretty, vivacious and knew her own mind with a confidence men seemed to find sexy. She was also one of Sage’s best friends, but right now, she was Sage’s least favorite person in the whole world.
Sage curled deeper into the fetal position; she wished heartily that she could disappear. She wished Eden would leave her alone; she wished everyone would just leave her alone. It wasn’t every day one’s fiancé dumped them in front of their boss and other colleagues, was it? She was dealing the best way she knew how.
Okay, so Brent Davies had dropped the bombshell over two weeks ago, but it took longer than that to get over a three-year relationship. Her friends, Eden and Beth, had rallied and taken her on a vacation to ‘get her mind off things’, but considering that tomorrow was the last day of their vacation and she was still tucked up in bed with popcorn and Kleenex, she didn’t think their plan had worked so much.
“Eden’s right, Sage, you need to get out of bed,” Beth piped up in her lilting voice. “We leave Madrid tomorrow, and so far, you haven’t taken in the sights. Eden and I have certainly had more than our fair share of fun while you’ve been lying here moping at the ceiling all week. Why, the hotel maids are beginning to look at us funny because they obviously think you’re an addled cousin we stashed out of sight in the room while we stuff our faces with lobster and sangrias every night.”
“Yeah, they probably think we’re Cinderella’s step-sisters without the step-mother,” Eden grumbled under her breath.
“I bet they think Step-mother is locked in here with you to make certain you stay put,” Beth tossed in.
It was too much, Sage burst into laughter, releasing the tension that had been binding her chest as she laughed and laughed and laughed. Beth was a jewel! She was really Elizabeth Adams, but everyone called her Beth. Sage had known her for just five years, but in all that time, she had seen Beth get angry only once; when someone had insisted on calling her Elizabeth despite her stated preference for Beth.
Beth’s platinum blond hair and big blue eyes, as well as her petite frame and tiny voice, often made people assume she could be pushed around; she usually corrected anyone foolish enough to assume that in her own inimitable style. She also had a dry sense of humor that showed itself at the most unexpected moments; like now.
Even Eden was convulsed with laughter, her heavy red hair swaying around her face as she doubled over with hilarity; tears of mirth standing in her liquid green eyes.
As their laughter died, Sage rose to a sitting position, drawing her knees up to her chest as she looked up at her friends. Her blond hair fell around her face in lumpy strings, some of it falling into her big brown eyes.
“You’re right, guys. I haven’t been much fun, have I?” Sage asked, looking from one to the other.
“No, you haven’t,” Eden said honestly. “You’ve bawled your eyes out and memorized the ceiling for six days straight. Tonight is our last night here, since our flight back to the States is for tomorrow night. Why don’t we make it fun?”
Sage nodded, throwing off the duvet. She had dreamed of being in Spain for as long as she could remember, and now that she was, she had wasted the entire vacation. Anger roiled through her as she caught sight of her reflection in the mirror. She was pretty with a heart-shaped face, big brown doe eyes, long blond hair that hung to her waist, the cutest set of dimples, and huge breasts that had always driven men wild. Her eyes sparkled as she examined her figure. She was very chubby, especially with the extra flesh on her hips, thighs and arms, but she loved her figure and she wouldn’t trade it for anything. She was voluptuous and perhaps slightly over-weight for her height of five foot seven, but she had a perfect hour-glass figure and an amazing carriage, and she was damned if she was going to let any man make her question her own femininity and attractiveness. She only had to walk into a bar sometimes and half the guys went crazy; Eden called her the ‘guy magnet.’
“Brent Davies was a jerk!” she declared suddenly.
She saw her friends exchange glances in the mirror.
“Well, he was,” she insisted. “He broke up with me in the middle of the damn Christmas party, with my boss standing right at my elbow and listening to every word!”
“And with Jessamine clinging to Brent’s arm!” Eden chipped in.
Sage’s cheeks darkened with anger. Jessamine was Brent’s best friend who had never made any bones of the fact that she thought she was a better fit for Brent. She had been after the man for all the three years Sage had known him, even though Brent was too wrapped up in his research to notice. When Brent had proposed to Sage a year ago, Jessamine had almost choked on the insincere congratulations she had managed to force out of her throat.
Then she had slowly gone to work on Brent, planting seeds of doubt and dissatisfaction until nothing Sage did could ever please him anymore. He had begun to find faults with everything; her generous curves, which had driven him crazy in the past, were suddenly ‘excess fat that needed to come off in the gym’; her cooking, which he had always loved, was suddenly ‘too spicy’; her hair was suddenly too blond.
Sage’s fists clenched, now, in anger as she recalle
d how Brent had had the temerity to tell her at that Christmas party that her weight was a turn-off for him, with Jess and her perfect size zero hanging on his arm at the time.
It had taken all of Sage’s strength of character and maturity to keep from collapsing in an ignoble heap at his feet after he spoke those unkind words to her. She had simply kept smiling as though they were discussing the weather, offered him a distracted nod, and then excused herself to her boss before disappearing into the ladies’ room. She had remained there until everyone had left and then she had slowly crept out and staggered to the curb for a taxi to take her home, knowing she would never be able to drive in that state. The tears she had fought so hard to hold in check had immediately started falling when she’d gotten outside and seen Eden and Beth waiting patiently for her on the curb as though they had nowhere else to be. It was four hours after everyone else had left and yet, they had waited. She had been so devastated that night, she just knew she would never have gotten through it if they had not been there.
They really were the best friends in the whole wide world and she really couldn’t bear to be the reason their vacation was anything but amazing. Eden was a divorce attorney and she rarely got any time off; Beth was a psychologist and the story was much the same. She had to shake off the blues for their sake, she thought.
“If Brent can move on, so can I,” she whispered softly to her reflection.
Eden nodded approvingly and whipped out a list, waving it happily in the air.
“What’s that?” Sage asked, eyeing the paper suspiciously.
“A list of things to do before the end of the vacation,” Beth laughed, her blue eyes twinkling.
Sage shut her eyes in despair; she’d been had!
“What’s on the list?” she asked, reaching for it.
“No, no, no,” Eden sang, thrusting the paper out of her reach. “First things first, you need to take a shower and then we’ll play it by ear.”
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