by Dixon, Ruby
"You're so small and tight," he murmurs between tastes. "You're hugging my finger inside you so keffing tight."
"Give me more," I tell him, breathless. "I'll tell you if it's too much."
He groans, thrusting into me with that big finger, and then a second later, he adds a second, pumping into me again. I'm definitely tight, but oh god, it feels incredible, and I don't even mind the tight stretch or the fact that his big fingers seem to be stroking deeper than I've ever felt before.
I lean into my bossiness, grinding my pussy against his face even as I give him another order. "Curl…your fingers," I pant. "Curl—"
The moment Rektar does, it hits something inside me that I've never felt before. My G-spot. My reaction is instant, too. I come, my legs clenching and twitching so violently I worry I'm going to kick him, even as my pussy floods with my release. Rektar loves it, too. He murmurs words of encouragement even as he continues to pump his big fingers inside me, curled just as I asked, and keeps grazing that spot on the inside of my walls. It makes me come and come, my body twitching with every stroke of his fingers, until I can't take any more. If he gives me any more pleasure, I'm going to collapse. I push against his greedy mouth and fingers, letting him know that I need a moment.
"Good god," I manage when I can breathe again. "Rektar, that was incredible. You're incredible."
He nuzzles at my thigh, licking and grazing his teeth over my skin as if desperate to keep going. "I want to taste you again," he tells me, the look in his eyes hot and full of need. "Need more of you, Lucy."
I tug at him, realizing he's still fully clothed. "Come and kiss me first. We haven't even kissed yet."
"Is that mouth on mouth?" he asks, and when I nod, he gets to his feet and climbs onto the bed with me. "I've kissed other parts of you." He looks utterly pleased at the thought, too.
So he has. I pull him down against me, loving the feel of his big body against mine. My skirts are still thrown up around my hips, my pussy bare and wet, but I feel good. Better than I have in forever. My tiny bed creaks with his weight, and he grimaces.
"Maybe we should move to the floor," I suggest. "If you break the bed, we'll be there anyhow."
He frowns at the offending bedframe. "What kind of monster hands out beds this small anyhow?"
I giggle, feeling good—and frisky—curled up against him. I poke his chest. "Your people. You're the monsters."
Rektar grunts. "I think they expected you to remain celibate."
"Well then, they're fools," I say, wiggling up the mattress so I can line our faces up. "Because all of the women I know are trying to get married. We're lonely, we're bored, and we need protection."
He looks thoughtful. "Perhaps we need to institute a program of some kind, then. Screen applicants and match them with the appropriate colonists. I want to be of use to the people here."
"You know what I would find useful?" I ask flirtatiously, teasing a finger at his high collar.
His gaze moves back to me, his eyes heating. "What?"
"If you'd kiss me."
My mate thinks for a moment, studying my face, then leans in and brushes his lips against mine. He still smells like me, but his breath is warm and wonderful and his lips are so damn gentle that it breaks my heart. I flick my tongue against his, showing him that a kiss is more than just lips, and he groans. In the next moment, he takes over the kiss itself, his tongue slicking into my mouth and driving like he's fucking me with it instead of his cock.
Okay, the man's a fast learner.
I wrap my arms around his neck, leaning into the kiss, letting him set the pace. He kisses me with fervent need, and as he does, his hips rock against my thighs on the bed. Everything creaks, and we both freeze.
"Floor?" I whisper against his soft lips.
"Floor," he agrees.
12
LUCY
A moment later, we settle a blanket and my hand-stitched pillows onto the floor. I shuck my dress, tossing it aside, along with the breast-band I use to stop the jiggling. Rektar looks utterly fascinated at the sight of my large breasts, his hands pausing as he takes off his tunic. I move toward him, helping him with his clothing, a smile on my lips.
"Breasts are very sensitive too," I tell him. "Especially the nipples."
He groans, licking his lips. "I want to taste them, too." His gaze flicks to mine. "I might be greedy with you for a while, Lucy."
Oh lord. Everything in me clenches with need at that. "You're allowed to be greedy. In fact, I'd love it if you were greedy."
Unlike his words, though, Rektar doesn't grab me and maul me. He just stares at me with hot, hungry eyes. "I am content to wait if you need to rest."
This man. So willing to sacrifice for me. I reach between us and caress his cock, letting him know I'm not content with waiting, myself. He groans and buries his face in the crook of my neck, big body trembling, and I realize just how close he is to losing control. He's been trying to wait until I'm ready, but I can tell right now that isn't going to happen. He doesn't have the control that comes with practice. Not yet.
So I wrap my fingers around the head of his cock and squeeze tightly. "Not yet," I whisper to him. "Not yet."
Rektar groans and quakes against me, but his panting slows, and then he takes a deep breath. I can tell already he's better. If not right at the ledge, a footstep away. His mouth brushes over my skin as he speaks. "How did you know to do that?"
I smile. "This isn't my first rodeo."
"You are my first rodeo," he admits. "Does that bother you?"
My heart melts. "Not in the slightest."
He pulls my hand away from his cock—probably too sensitive—and puts it on his chest, instead. He nuzzles at my skin once more and then moves back to my mouth. "Can I kiss you again?"
"You can kiss me a hundred times," I whisper. I love the feel of his mouth on mine, or on my skin…or anywhere, really. I just want more of him.
When his lips graze mine, he takes a deep, ragged breath, presses his forehead to mine, and skims my cheeks with his fingers. I'm touched at that small gesture, like he has to remind himself that I'm really here, that this is really happening. It's so damn sweet. I've always been a forward sort, because it gets me what I want, but I love his romantic side. I love his sweetness. It's everything I wanted in a man, and I love how perfect Rektar is for me.
The kiss he gives me is reverent. Slow, deep, and thoughtful, as if he's worshiping my mouth with his. His tongue slides along mine, caressing, and I can't help but moan in response. I'm still humming with my orgasm, but he knows just how to touch me, and the feel of his big body pressing against mine is utterly erotic. He gives me kiss after kiss, until I'm lost to his mouth, aching with the need that's building inside me once more. The way he kisses me is just so damn good. I love his smell, his taste, the way that he kisses me that's both tender and claiming.
He brushes his hand over my breast, and my aching nipple gets the lightest, most teasing touch ever. I immediately moan, wanting more. He can't just touch a girl like that and not give her seconds. That's not fair. He swallows my moan with a kiss, though, and his hand goes back to my breast, caressing the slope of it before moving to my nipple. And oh lord, that is so good. Rektar tries a few different touches, seeing which ones get the most response from me, and when he finds one we both like, I let him know with a whimper, arching against his hand.
With a growl, Rektar breaks the kiss and moves lower, ducking his head to take my nipple into his mouth. "You're so keffing beautiful," he tells me. "So soft. So perfect."
I suck in a breath as he latches onto my breast, teasing and sucking at the tip like he did my clit. His fingers work the other peak, the twin sensations making my arousal ramp up all over again. By the time he lifts his head and moves to give the other breast equal attention, I'm panting with need, clinging to the rounded jut of his horns that stick up from his forehead. "Need you," I tell him. "Need you inside me."
He groans, his hips grinding against
my leg, and he leaves behind a wet spot, his cock dripping with pre-cum. "I need to make you feel good again," he tells me, taking my nipple between his teeth and ever so carefully nipping it in a way that makes me absolutely mad with hunger. "Want you to come for me."
"I will," I promise him. "Once you're inside me." I lightly scratch my nails down his arm, hitting the skin between the plating. "Don't you want to shove that big, thick cock into my tight, wet warmth?"
Rektar makes a pained sound, burying his face against my neck. He rocks his hips against my leg again. "Lucy," he pants. "Lucy, don't—"
"Don't tell you that I want you to come inside me? Don't tell you that it's all right to stick that big, fat cock in your wife? To fill her up with your length?" I'm absolutely being pushy, but I need him to realize that I'm ready. That I'm as hungry for more as he is. "Give me your fingers if you won't give me your cock," I tell him. "Because your mate needs to be filled up—"
With a growl, he shifts his weight. He pushes my thighs apart with rapid movements, and before I can pant "Yes!" he's covering me, his cock in hand as he rubs it against my folds. I make little sounds of encouragement, reaching for him as he hovers over me.
Rektar's eyes meet mine with such a hungry, intense look that it takes my breath away. In the next moment, he thrusts deep, claiming me. Owning me.
And oh god, it's so damn filthy and good and perfect and HUGE that I can't stand it. I cry out, digging my nails into his skin.
He goes still over me.
"You're good," I promise him quickly. "So good. You feel amazing."
He relaxes, just a little, and drops his head, eyes closed. "You feel…"
His voice trails off, and either he's overwhelmed or close to losing his control. Either one makes me happy, really. "…Like I belong to you?" I offer in a whisper. "Like I'm your mate that's wet and ready for you to fill her up?"
My big alien groans, his hips jerking as he sinks deeper into me. I run my hands over him, realizing that he's shaking with need, and I suspect he won't last long. That's to be expected, and it's perfectly all right. He's mine, and we've got all the time in the world to have great sex. If he needs quick sex, I'm fine with that. It's already been amazing for me.
So I reach around to his backside, pulling out the one trick I know from my experience with mesakkah bodies. I grip the base of his tail, right where it connects to his ass, and pump it like I would his cock. "Fuck me as hard as you like," I tell him in my most sultry voice. "You made me feel good. Let me do the same for you."
Rektar's breath hisses out and he drives into me, pulling back and sinking deep again as I squeeze and work the base of his tail. His cock is wider and thicker than any I've experienced before, just edging toward discomfort, but I like it. I like that he's so fantastically thick, because I can feel every ridge as he moves inside me. As he drives in again, his spur hits my clit in that perfect way, and I moan, because it's amazing. I'd forgotten how good a spur can be, and as my big, wonderful mate pounds into me without a single lick of finesse, his spur rubs and rubs and rubs against the hood of my clit, and I clench up in response, my body surging toward another orgasm.
When the second climax hits me, I suck in a breath of surprise. It's like I went from “feeling wonderful” to “earth-shattering” in the span of a second, and my entire body responds. My body tightens around his invading cock, squeezing him as I come, and I squeeze the base of his tail, trying to give him the same pleasure he's giving me.
In the next moment, Rektar shudders, his movements erratic. He pushes into me and holds, eyes closed, and I feel the heated wash of his release inside me. I wrap my arms around his big body as he collapses on top of me, spent, and we hold each other for long moments, the only movement that of his tail, languidly flicking against the blankets.
Eventually, Rektar sits up and looks at me, a question in his gorgeous eyes. "Did you…"
I nod. "You couldn't feel it?"
A hint of a wry smile touches his mouth. "Everything felt so good I think I lost track." He gazes down at my body, then reaches over and cups my breast, teasing my nipple. And even though I'm utterly spent and tired, I still feel twinges of excited pleasure at his touch. I could go again soon, I realize. My pussy might not be thanking me in the morning, but it's my wedding night. I'm allowed to have as much fun as I want.
"Well, you made me come twice," I tell him, pleased. "And that was the best sex I've ever had."
Rektar looks thoughtful. "There's a lot of room for improvement, though. I obviously need to practice." He leans in and kisses me, giving my nipple a tiny pinch as he does. "Will you be up for more practice shortly, my mate?"
I wiggle under him, pretending to consider that. My answer is obviously “yes,” but I like being playful with him. "I'll think about it. I should probably put the cake in the oven, though. We forgot about the batter on the counter."
He leans in and presses small, nibbling kisses on my ear, then licks the shell of it, and my tired body begins to heat up all over again. "This might shock both of us, but I find I am far more interested in licking my wife than any cake."
I giggle, feeling happy and girlish and oh-so-blissed-out. "Play your cards right and you can have both."
Epilogue
LUCY
Two Years Later
Most mornings, I wake up thrilled to be pregnant. I rub my huge belly, excited for the future and for the baby inside me. But at fourteen months pregnant, the thrilled mornings are getting few and far between.
This morning, I wake up with a cramp in my back and my husband isn't home to massage it. I fight back a pout and haul myself out of bed, waddling to the bathroom. The fact that Rektar isn't home this morning isn't all that odd. He takes early mornings so he can be home with me at night, and if something comes up in Port, he climbs out of bed so quietly I don't wake up, leaves me a note, and goes in to work. He loves his job, and he loves helping out the locals. He loves that he and the other mesakkah “custodians” are slowly cleaning up our little corner of the universe and making it a safer place to live.
I love that, too, but this morning I wish he was here so he could rub my back and tell me how beautiful I am even though I feel like a beached whale.
I take a shower, hoping it'll ease some of the pain in my back, but my belly's so big now that I feel like I'm carrying a boulder slung at my waist. Rektar's a big guy and I'm not exactly dainty, so I shouldn't be surprised that my belly is popping out all over, but hauling it around for fourteen months instead of the human nine is wearing thin. Milly—Lord va'Rin's wife—said she carried her first one for almost sixteen months, and I might lose my damn mind if that happens.
As I dress, the baby kicks my bladder and pushes against all my organs, as if she, too, is complaining about a lack of space. I put on a supportive harness over my shoulders and fasten it under my belly, and that helps a little. My shoes are little more than slide-on sandals, because my feet are swollen and I haven't seen them in months, and if Rektar's not home, I can't put them on. I tie my curly hair up in a knot atop my head and waddle out to the kitchen to bake muffins for Rektar and his co-workers.
Even though I “got” my man and there's no need for me suck up and bake for the officers in Port, I still do. In the last year or so, two other mesakkah have joined Rektar and Khex working in the custodial office, and they're all young and idealistic and come from a similar background as my Rektar does. They're awed and so happy every time they have someone bake for them. Maybe it's that my nurturing side is in full force with a baby on the way, but someone's gotta take care of them. So I bake and bring it in, because it feeds my husband…and I squeeze information out of the others so I can try to matchmake them with potential women.
Everyone needs to be as happy as I am, after all.
Today is my two-year anniversary to Rektar. Ever since that fateful day, life has just gotten better. I didn't realize how starved I was for company until I woke up, every day, with my mate at my side and realized I no
longer felt achingly lonely. That I loved having someone to talk to every day and go to sleep with every night. More than that, that I love Rektar himself. My mate is alternately a big protective bear and the sweetest person I know. He loses his mind at the thought of me hurting, and the one time I sprained my ankle in the field, he carried me back to the house and acted as if my foot had snapped clear off, he was so frantic over me. I love that he babies me, and so I baby him back in return.
Every good relationship is about give and take, right?
We're just good together, though, him and I. I smile to myself as I whip up a batch of muffins. I add in a heavy spice that I know is Rektar's favorite—kind of like cinnamon crossed with rosemary—and pace around the kitchen with my hands on the small of my back as I wait for them to finish baking. I made three of the muffins larger than the rest, and I'm going to make sure Rektar knows those are for him. He's put on a bit of a pudge in the two years since we got married. Just a bit. I find it ultra-adorable, though. I love squeezing it…and okay, I just love squeezing him. He's still shy sometimes—I think he always might be—so I make sure to be as bold as I want and let him know exactly what I like. I like his pudge. I like his big hands and his protective nature. I love that he's smart and clever and hard-working and so good to look at that he makes my mouth water every time I see him.
I love that after two years of marriage, I'm as big as a house and he still looks at me with wonder and awe on his face.