"What would you say if I told you I wanted to spend the night with you ... tonight,” she whispered. Her face heated with her own audacity.
His brows drew together in consideration but not puzzlement. He understood.
"Why?"
"I need...” To ... what, feel better about herself? To spend time with a man she wouldn't have to see again? The inevitable hot monkey love, which would feel so incredible?
"What do you need, Ellie?"
"I need a man who...” she paused to find the right words, “...thinks I deserve to be treated like a queen. Can you understand?"
"Ellie.” He said her name on a sigh as if there were some monumental problem with her request.
"Please, Crag. Don't make me beg you.” She dropped her gaze to the floor so she wouldn't start pleading. She would simply die of embarrassment if he turned her down.
Then another more horrible thought occurred to her. What if he didn't find her desirable and he was only being a decent guy earlier in her apartment? She was the one who requested he carry her inside. She was the one who instigated the first kiss between them. She was the one who practically demanded he kiss her that second, amazing time.
He'd played the knight in shining armor for her all evening, but that didn't mean he wanted to sleep with her. Just because he seemed like the type of man who wouldn't turn down a sexual request didn't mean he was looking to go to bed with her. She was so foolish. Of course, he didn't want to sleep with her.
Pin pricks of sensation dotted the tops of her eyeballs, a precursor to the tears that would fall if she didn't get out of his apartment. Right now!
She turned towards the door and her imminent escape. How far to the door? Three seconds perhaps, and she should run for it.
As she prepared to escape the embarrassment she had caused herself, an unexpected thing happened. His arms locked around her, keeping her in place before him. He then hauled her up until her eyes, now stinging with hot tears, were even with his.
"You don't have to beg me, Ellie, but I don't wish to mislead you. I'll be going home soon. It's not likely I'll be back this way again. Do you understand?"
She paused only a fraction of a second before saying, “Yes, I understand.” She was about to embark on a planned one-night stand. Her first. “I'm only asking for one night, I promise.” His eyes darkened in response to her hopeful plea.
Still clenched in his powerful embrace, she watched as his head dipped to her throat. She leaned back, allowing him access to the spot just below her jaw line. His lips traced a path to the sensitive place below her ear. The sizzle of his warm tongue on the pressure point sent a shudder through her. He held her as if she weighed as little as a feather.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and tried to kiss his lips. He dodged her mouth, which then landed on his whiskered cheek. He drew back, locking his eyes to hers in a heat-filled gaze. His predatory smile said he had other wicked pleasures in mind before allowing her lips to caress his. Ellie hoped she hadn't just bitten off more than she could chew.
Crag carried her, still crushed to his massive chest, into his bedroom. The only piece of furniture was the bed, and it was huge. Her eyes widened in lustful reverie when she saw it. Visions of writhing naked bodies slammed into her mind, courtesy of her libido. Calm down, she wanted to say. I'm letting him seduce me as fast as I can.
"Don't be frightened,” he whispered.
"I'm not.” Although, wrapped in his arms she better not be scared. She couldn't move if she wanted to, and she didn't want to until he fulfilled every one of her most recent lusty fantasies.
"Will you tell me what you like? Or should I explore you with my hands and mouth to find out for myself?"
Another nervous laugh bubbled up. “Both."
He released his grip on her and she slid down his body until her feet touched the floor. The warmth of him enveloped her. She smelled her own arousal. He whispered something else she missed due to the staccato beat of her heart thumping wildly against her chest.
"What did you say?"
He bent closer placing his lips to her ear, “I said, let's make tonight last in our hearts forever."
She thought that was the sweetest thing she'd ever heard and responded with a breathless, “Okay."
Chapter Five
Crag undressed Ellie with reverent leisure. His mind raced with all the possibilities of the coming night. Keller had just given him a refresher course in all the sexual rules of this planet. Crag was grateful for the first time since listening to the lecture. Keller was ever the professor, even in describing carnal pleasures on Earth.
He would have to use his reproductive organ to pleasure her—'cock’ was the Earth word he learned from watching late night television transmissions. He hadn't actually needed Keller's carnal pleasures lecture, in truth. This would certainly be an unusual experience but exciting nonetheless. He knew about the device used to contain his seed should he lose himself in the experience. Crag scoffed at the idea of ever losing control of his lengthened cock during a carnal experience. However, Keller insisted it was more difficult than expected with female earthlings. He'd handed Crag a box of something called condoms soon after his arrival to Earth.
When Keller explained in detail the procedure for use of the latex device, Crag was dubious about ever wanting to experience earth-styled sex, especially if he was expected to use this condom device every time. But Ellie may expect him to, and he wanted to fulfill her request, so he would do this for her. Where was that box?
"Oh, Crag,” she moaned, breaking his thoughts. She grabbed his face, and her mouth landed on the corner of his, skyrocketing his ardor. He pulled her against his chest and guided her backwards towards his bed. Her lips slid over his, and the electric sensation of the contact nearly brought him to his knees.
After their earlier experience, he should be able to control himself better, but found with Ellie he lacked any willpower whatsoever. The exquisite and powerful touch of their lips felt more like their first mouth touching experience. The barest pressure of her mouth caused him unbelievably satisfying pleasure.
Finding a reserve Crag didn't know existed, he broke from her lips. An inhuman gasp tore from her. He buried his face in her throat to slow things down, concentrating on removing their clothing.
The top of Ellie's head came right under his chin, making her above average for a human female. She wasn't too skinny, either. She was nicely filled out, muscular in a feminine way. Beautiful. She was more of a fighter than she allowed herself to believe, making her all the more attractive. He loved strong women. Ellie had an inner spirit he admired. He knew this because she came and sought him out. She'd asked him for this one night.
He didn't stop to consider the ramifications of his actions. He wanted her. It was the first such desire he'd felt for a female either here or at home. He wanted a carnal interlude with her. He wouldn't have sought it out or pressured Ellie for further contact, but he wanted to quench his desire with her lips once more.
Crag kissed her bare shoulder. He kissed her neck, all the while caressing her hips and waist with his fingertips. He dropped down to plant his mouth on the tip of one breast, and she shuddered so violently, he thought he'd hurt her. He pulled away, releasing her nipple, and she clamped his head back to her breast. Smiling internally, he bent at the waist and continued his assault of her perfect nipples. He alternated between the two while she vibrated in response. Now, it was time to try out some things he'd learned Earth women liked.
He backed her up and lowered her to the center of his bed. She tried to kiss his mouth again, but he knew he wouldn't last long if she did. Chuckling, he dodged her lips and planted his mouth briefly on one nipple to distract her. She moaned.
He kissed his way from her luscious nipples and past her smooth belly. He licked the top of her thigh then ran his unshaven chin down the inside of the same thigh to her knee. She rose up on her elbows with a stricken look.
He stopped immediately. �
��What's wrong?"
"I've never...” She paused and stared at him.
"What?"
"I've never had a man ... put his mouth on me before."
"Well, I haven't done it in a long while,” and certainly never to a gorgeous, dark-haired earthling. “I hope I remember how.” He smiled seductively and licked his way up her leg from knee to inner thigh while she watched him wide-eyed and pensive. He parted the curls hiding her clitoris and firmly stroked his tongue over the small nub as she watched. He saw her head drop back, but the sensation of his tongue on her flesh and the smell of her arousal generated a sharp, visceral longing in his body and made his breath come unbidden in a sudden gasp. He very nearly released his own passion. Crag closed his eyes, panting once or twice against the center of her body to gain some control, but found he had very little. The scent of her arousal wrapped around him, but he vowed to get hold of his libido. He would pleasure her first. He took a deep breath and moved his mouth in closer, placing the sensitive nub of her flesh between his lips and sucked on her. Hard. Then he licked her once, lapping up the tasty essence of her passion for him. Then he sucked her clit again. Harder.
Her elbows straightened, and she dropped back to the bed. Her thighs closed, securing his head firmly between her legs. He wanted to ensure she experienced her release first because when he climaxed, his tongue stopped moving. He remembered something on the edge of his consciousness regarding his fingers once his mouth was secured against her lower lips.
Skimming his fingers up her inner leg, he inserted two fingers slowly inside the tight, slick passage below his mouth. Ellie sucked in a deep breath as she bucked a couple of times. She arched her back, pushing her clit further into his mouth and let loose a scream, which warmed him to his soul.
He pulled his mouth off of her clitoris just before he lost himself to oblivion. Resting his face on her smooth thigh, he caught his breath and readied his cock for her further pleasure. Ellie trembled beneath him and made delicious sounds of satisfaction. He collected himself and pressed his lips all the way up her trembling body, remembering to elongate his cock to full size. His staff engorged quickly, skimming her belly. He turned over, pulling her limp body on top of him until he rested on his back. She draped over him beautifully, still breathing hard.
"Oh, my. That was remarkable,” she whispered into his throat.
"I thought so, too. You taste very good. I almost released, but I'd rather be inside you for that pleasure."
"Do you have protection?"
Protection was a euphemism for the box he now remembered was stored in the drawer next to his bed.
"Yes.” He pointed to the nightstand.
Before he could reach for the handle of the drawer, Ellie leaned up and reached for it herself. Her sweat slicked body slid over his as she reached for the device he decided he might indeed need to use. She made him experience unusual sensations. Unexpected ones. Better to be safe than sorry.
She straddled his legs, ripped open the packet, and secured the tight apparatus over his now fully erect cock. It was slightly uncomfortable, but he knew it was necessary. Once she completed her task, she crawled on hands and knees up his body. She kissed his chest and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear as it brushed forward. He locked his fingers together behind his head to watch her. She skimmed her soft hands all over his body and touched her mouth to nearly every inch of his tingling skin.
Having her kiss all over his body was excruciating sexual foreplay and practically torture for him. He enjoyed every electric touch of her wide, moist mouth until he thought he'd burst from the ecstasy of it.
Ellie slid herself down until his cock nestled securely between her legs. She caught his gaze and held it as she moved her wet opening over him several times and finally inserted the very tip of his shaft inside her body. As she worked herself onto his cock, she closed her eyes halfway in seeming appreciation as a smile curved her lips. He hoped they would fit well together.
Normally, the sensation, while not unpleasant, was tacitly minor in degree to mouth touching. Tonight, he felt something unusual as she buried his cock deeply within her body. She began to move up and down on him slowly at first but with increasing speed.
Her hands rested on his chest. She dragged her fingernails across the wide expanse to dig into the taut muscles of his shoulders. He pulled his hands from behind his head and stroked her forearms. Then his fingertips moved to her lovely breasts swinging before him. He captured the tips between finger and thumb, rolling and pinching the nipples. It made her moan and also made her hips move faster on his stiff cock. Up and down. Up and down. The rhythm was hypnotic. He wanted to place his mouth on hers, but he shouldn't. Not yet.
Instead, he lowered one hand from her nipples to her clitoris and stroked his thumb across it twice. She became frenzied in her movement as he rubbed her flesh. He leaned up to take a nipple in his mouth. The moment his teeth clamped lightly on her peak, she cried out in pleasure. He felt her internal muscles clamping on him soon after. It was very pleasurable. He readied himself to dive over the cliff of obsession. It was time.
He released her nipple, reached up to her face with both hands, and put his mouth on hers. He thrust his tongue between her lips and brushed it against hers. Back and forth, up and down, in and out he tangled seductively in her mouth.
The electric sensation of it drove him over the growling edge of ecstasy. She gasped as he released his pent up desire. She slammed her body down on him as the pressure from her tight opening wrung his seed from him unexpectedly. His tongue was spent from his climax and slowed in her mouth. He thrust his hips up once as she sucked on his mouth, promptly moaning another climax against his lips. She licked and sucked his mouth until he had to lie back.
Crag was exhausted from the colossal release he'd experienced. The utter shock that he'd let loose of his seed during the carnal experience raced through his mind, but he couldn't move a muscle. His breath came in harsh gasps. His cock was now shrinking still embedded inside of her after spewing deeply. He was dismayed by his loss of control and thankful for the box in the drawer.
Ellie draped over him in slack repose, also breathing very hard.
"I've never felt anything like that before,” she panted.
His first thought was he'd made some mistake. He thought he did everything, which was proper procedure. Perhaps late night television transmissions were not the most accurate of instructors. Ellie kissed his neck and the tip of her tongue traced a short line, making him shudder in delight.
"I hope it was ... a satisfactory experience for you,” he murmured.
"It was amazing. Stupendous. I don't even have a good enough word to describe it. I tasted chocolate again. Must be some chemical thing.” She sighed deeply and snuggled closer.
"Must be."
He felt the strange device slipping off his no longer stiff cock. He remembered he must dispose of this device. He rolled over, pinning her beneath him, and traced his tongue along her slender collarbone. She sighed and ran her fingertips through the strands of his hair. It took every bit of strength he could muster to remove himself as her fingers caressed him. He kissed the center between her breasts once and excused himself into the bathroom to clean up.
Once alone, he stopped to ponder this experience with Ellie. His hands rested on either side of the bathroom sink as he stared at his reflection in the mirror. He wondered how he'd ever find a life mate on Tiburon who made him feel like Ellie just had.
* * * *
Ellie decided Crag deserved an honored place in her personal sexual hall of fame. He'd probably end up being the only candidate. The man had merely to put his lips anywhere on her and she'd scream in climax. How was she ever going to let him go? He only gave her the single most unbelievable, body rocking sexual release with his mouth in the whole of her history.
His sensuously full lips absolutely sizzled when they came in contact with her skin.
And, ohmigod, his cock was so big. He was hung l
ike a northern grizzly. She'd had to inch her way down slowly on his colossal erection the first time. At one point, she thought she might stick and be halfway impaled on him forever. The memory of his mouth and tongue on her clit for the first lick and suck of wicked sensation made moisture accumulate between her legs as if from a faucet. She then easily slid down his cock the rest of the way until fully seated. The sound of her subsequent screaming climax after he touched her clit sent a shiver of pleasure down her body again. He wasn't even in the room, but thinking about what they'd done made her tremble all over again. He was simply ... amazing.
Crag's mouth was pure sinful magic. When he'd wrapped his lips around her clit, she felt an electrical charge buzz up her spine and through to the top of her head.
The experience was unique to her. She'd never felt like a very sensual person until tonight. Crag made her feel more like a sex goddess than a queen. The thought made her giggle.
With Crag, she didn't have time to think of anything but the low voltage charge she got whenever any part of his body, especially his lips, came into contact with any part of her body.
Her throat was raw from not one but three screaming orgasms plus the one she had in her apartment. Four in one night was a personal best. Thinking back, it might have been the total annual count for last year.
A smile shaped her lips. Her entire being felt like melted jelly. She dozed off, dreaming of electric lips and body rocking orgasms.
She woke under the sheets. Crag was on his stomach, facing away but when she moved, his head lifted and he turned to her. His sleepy eyes questioned her silently. She smiled in smug satisfaction of their sexual activities and snuggled closer. Shifting to his side, he took her in his arms, pulling her against his chest, and kissed her forehead.
She wrapped herself around him, wishing to never let go. She wanted to figure out some way to stay with him. Why not add him to her life ... temporarily? Any man who made her feel so good in bed didn't have to be employed full time. He could own a motorcycle. He could even have a tattoo. In fact, he did have several tattoos. In the dark, she traced them again with her finger.
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