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My hand slips at the edge of the bed, and I almost topple off again, but Aisha flings her gorgeous, naked body at me and somehow keeps me in place.

  “Oh gods, woman. You will be the end of me,” I say, rolling Aisha onto her back to pin her beneath me. There, my lips find the long slope of her neck, and I kiss and nip my way down. Her body answers me with her pleasured purr as she arches her back to emphasize the luscious orbs that have not yet had the satisfaction of my mouth on them.

  Sinking lower, I kiss a trail down the side of her ribs, making her wait for what she wants. Meanwhile, her hands fight and pull at my tunic.

  “It’s not fair,” Aisha groans. “You’re still dressed.”

  I ignore her small complaint and carry on with the business of making her squirm, giggle, and squeal as I kiss a trail beneath her luscious mounds and up her other side. Finally, I give her the weight of my body and smile at the satisfaction of feeling her softness mold itself to my muscular frame. There, I slow things down with long, slow kiss that has our tongues dancing. Her soft, pliant lips caress as much as they demand, and I find that it’s me moaning next.

  Sinking my hand into the hair at the back of her head, I tighten my fingers just enough to hear her gasp. As she arches her head back, I nip at the soft, vulnerable skin where her jaw line ends. Her moans tell me that I have the spot, and the scrape of her nails through my tunic tells me she wants more.

  Below me, she’s opened her legs wide with her knees up, and I am firmly seated in the cradle of her hips. I pulse into her experimentally, rubbing her softness with the rough fabric of my pants. Her jerk and tremor let me know just how responsive my darling is, but it tells me nothing about how she tastes—and that is something I must know.

  Pushing my way down her center valley an inch at a time, I kiss and lick her beautiful skin as I go. Pausing between her breasts, I climb one to claim its tight, pearled peak by licking, nipping and then sucking its fullness completely inside my mouth.

  Aisha arches her back fully off the bed and cries her pleasures to the walls. I suck harder and shift my hips just enough to allow my long, thick fingers to go to work. She’s wet and ready, her soft folds swollen with want.

  I want to tell her how beautiful she is. I want to tell her already she is the best I’ve ever had, but no way am I letting her hard, tight nipple loose from my sucking mouth.

  Parting her folds, I slowly sink one finger into her depths. She’s warm and wet, and her muscles suck and hold at my invading finger demanding more. Her hips tilt up in invitation, and I take that as my cue to sink a little deeper. That’s when her hands find my horns and take control of my head.

  “Harder,” she whispers as she presses my face more firmly into her soft mound. I do as the lady asks and earn another groan of pleasure from her sweet lips.

  Finding a steady, upward stroking pace with my finger, I move my thumb into the magic spot and press. There’s no reaction. I move a tad to the left and her hips buck and her insides spasm.

  There you are…

  She complains when I pull free of her nipple with a suctioned pop, arching her back in request of me to recapture it. It’s more swollen than its counterpart from having spent time in my demanding mouth, and I can no longer overlook my neglect of her other nipple.

  Lowering my head, I tease with nudges and kisses all around her tight yet ample nipple until she’s squirming enough to make her breasts jiggle. Her breath is coming in little gasps, and her hips are pumping my finger and rubbing herself against my thumb, but her eyes are locked to me and her hands are pulling on my horns in an effort to get what she wants.

  “Beg me,” I whisper.

  “Please!”

  I growl my answer and capture her moving nipple to pull it deep into my mouth. I suck on it as if I own it, as if I’m claiming it as mine, and when Aisha wraps her long legs around my waist, I use my hips to guide my probing finger to take her in the ways my body is ready for. My man’s horn is thick and throbbing, and if I were not fully clothed, I would lose all control and sink myself inside her now.

  But, I need to know how much she can take of me. Most women can’t take much. The most I’ve ever given is half of what I have to offer, but even if Aisha can only handle my heavy, round tip, it will be enough for me. She is my mate, and her pleasure is my pleasure. If my tip is all she wants, then that’s all that I’ll give, and I’ll be thankful for it. So, she can pull at my clothes all she wants, her thrusting hips can demand for more than my finger, but I’m taking my time. I’m going to make her aching channel weep before I stretch her walls.

  Her staggered gasps and whimpered cries fill my ears and saturate me with pleasure as I suck and pull at her nipple while probing her spasming depths with harder and harder thrusts.

  “Volex!”

  The sound of my name on her glorious lips pulls a deep moan from my chest, and unable to delay my need to taste her any more, I pull free from her nipple to kiss a hungry trail down her belly. Once in place, I encourage her to drape her legs over my wide shoulders, and I lean in to breathe her deep.

  Dear gods… she’s ambrosia!

  Moving my thumb aside, I capture her swollen nub with my lips and suck. Her hips buck and her cry of pleasure fills the room, but I don’t let go.

  Sliding a second finger into her depths, I pump her hard several times before stroking her upper wall. Then, as her whole body starts to shake, I pull my fingers free and drop my mouth to drink in her juices.

  She’s like a drug… I feel powerful. No, invincible. And, it’s all from the nectar between her legs. I lick then dive in deep with my tongue, thrusting as I rub her magic button with the tip of my nose.

  “Oh god, Volex… Oh god!”

  Her hands release my horns to pull at the bed sheets, and her thighs tremble uncontrollably against the sides of my head.

  “Oh god! Fuck me! Oh fuck me! Yes!”

  Her walls quiver and tighten spasmodically around my tongue, but I don’t slow down. Instead, I keep a steady pace of diving deep within her, curling the tip of my tongue upward so that it strokes her inner swell as I pulse the tip of my nose back and forth against her hard nub. When I finally start tracing tight circles around it, her hands return to my horns, and she does her best to press my face as deep inside of her folds as she can get me.

  Her hips go wild, but I firmly hold them in place with my hands. Even then, if it weren’t for my strength her pleasured throes would throw me free. She’s more woman than anyone I’ve ever been with, and my need to sink my man horn inside of her has moved from pleasure into pain. Yet, all of that is forgotten when she cries out and her entire body goes rigid. In the next heartbeat, my mouth floods with her juices as her walls clamp down around my tongue to hold me in place.

  I don’t move except for small pulses of my tongue, but I’m careful not to over stimulate her tiny button at the tip of my nose.

  When her body softens and small trembles set in, I move quickly back up her body and pull her into my arms.

  “Oh god, oh god,” Aisha whimpers. “Is it always this good. Oh god… Is this sex here? Are we done? Please say there’s more. I want more. Volex, I need you. I need more of you.”

  It’s my turn to shake as a tremor moves up the length of my spine.

  “I have more for you, baby. I promise. So much more. I need you, Aisha. Let me be inside of you. Let me show you what I have to give.”

  Chapter 20

  Aisha

  “Yes!” No way does he need to ask twice. But, I won’t kid, I’m nervous.

  What if he’s something weird down there? What if our parts don’t work together? But, I calm myself. He’s seen my girly bits. If there’s a problem, I think he’d have said so by now.

  I move to sit up, and he takes the cue to get off of me, sitting up himself.

  “I want you naked. Now!” I demand. It’s everything I can do not to start ripping off his clothes like I’m tearing into a present. “You’ve seen all of this,” I say, waving a finger
at my breasts, “and you’ve been all up in that,” I add, wagging my finger at the treasure trove between my legs. “Now it’s your turn to give it up.”

  My heart is pounding against my rib cage, and I am outright panting—but I don’t care. I’m so hot for him that I can barely see straight. Thankfully, though, he doesn’t torture me by making me wait.

  Leaning up on his knees, Volex pulls off his tunic and my IQ drops by ten points. Before me is an expanse of beautiful mottled blue skin stretched over endless curves and dips of muscle.

  I have to swallow—hard—to save myself the embarrassment of drooling. Reaching out a hand, I trace the valley between his sculpted abs as it dips down his belly to his now very offensive pants.

  “Off,” I command, locking my eyes with his. I ignore the fact that I’m wiggling and fidgeting my hips, but Volex’s eyes lower to watch me, and the want on his face is the hottest thing I’ve seen yet.

  Biting my lip, I spread my thighs so that my bent-kneed legs are framing him. “Show me what you’ve got, baby,” I purr while rubbing the back of his strong calf with the arch of my foot.

  Is he nervous? He looks nervous. Yet, I pretend not to notice.

  His hands go to his waistband and pull the topmost button loose, then the next and the next. He’s taking his sweet ass time, and it’s torture. It takes all of my willpower not to slap his hands out of the way so that I can do the job myself.

  By the time he reaches the bottommost button, I’ve realized that the enormous bulge that I’ve been seeing in the front of his pants is not some illusion cast by shadows and light. It’s him, all him.

  My eyes are as huge as saucers and my lips are parted, but I’m doing nothing to hide my eagerness to see him unveiled.

  He’s as big as a porn star!

  With the flex of his hips and the push of his thumbs in the waist of his pants, he pushes himself free of his coverings.

  Oh my God, he’s bigger than a porn star…

  If my eyes were large before, they’re absolutely bulging now.

  How do all these tiny women manage him?

  Leaning forward, I reach for him and wrap my long fingers around him. My fingertips almost touch, but not quite. Even so, he feels good in my grip. He feels right.

  I give him a stroke and enjoy the sound of his groan. I stroke him again, and his hips pulse forward in answer to my hand’s guidance.

  Silently, I calculate how long it’s been since I’ve been with someone. In truth, I’m a little worried about his girth. No one I’ve ever been with has been anywhere near his size, but I know I’m ready for him. He made sure of that. My soft parts are throbbing with the need to be filled.

  As he leans down over me, bracing himself on his long arms, I keep myself within a few inches of him as I lower myself back toward the bed. It’s not until the length of his body presses against me that I relax into the bed to take all of his weight.

  My eyes are locked with his now, and I am mesmerized by their soft, grey glow. They are the brightest I’ve ever seen them, and the touch of his hands brushing my hair back from my forehead is the most soothing, gentle sensation I’ve ever felt.

  Leaning in, he takes my lips with his and leads me in a slow kiss that grows with heat and depth the longer we are locked together. He shifts just a little and suddenly I can feel the tip of his erect hardness pressing at my wet and aching opening, and my body stiffens despite my desire to have him fill me.

  “Princess,” he whispers, “we can wait.”

  To answer him, I rotate my hips so that I rub his hard yet sensitive head with my wet softness and then stretch so that I press down on him.

  A soft growl rumbles up from his chest as he lifts my arms above my head, lacing his fingers with mine. Then, looking me in the eyes, he shifts his hips again, finds his spot and leans into me. Hard pressure pushes at me without him gaining entrance.

  It’s not going to work. He’s too big. It’s a heartbreaking thought, but it’s one that’s short lived, with a flex of his hips I feel his round, bulbous head breach the ring of muscle at the entrance of my channel.

  “Oh!” It’s all I say as my body fights to get used to his size. But, as focused as I am to what’s going on between my legs, I become increasingly aware of Volex’s other plans for me. His lips find my neck. They find that sweet spot a little below my ear, and I melt again.

  Everything about him is hard. His muscles are like granite, his manhood is like a wrought iron shaft, but his lips are like cool silk. Just when his talented kisses bring a moan to my lips, his hips flex again and he sinks a little deeper.

  Again, I go rigid beneath him with shallow, tight breaths, and again, his gentle caresses distract me until I soften and accept him. This is the way it goes until I feel his giant head press against the swollen mound that is my G spot, causing my eyes to roll back in my head and my chest to arch into him.

  “There’s my beauty,” he whispers as he kisses the line of my lifted jaw. My breathing has deepened. No longer is it shallow with pain. Now I’m panting with want.

  Volex moves in deeper, but the pleasure is intense. My hands fight against where he has them pinned to the bed above my head with the need to leave claw marks down his back, and when he reaches my greatest depths—that place that is the mystical and magical A spot—I make a noise that is neither ladylike nor human.

  “Fuck me!” I growl with a voice that would have had a priest claiming I was possessed.

  Untangling our hands, Volex shifts his weight up onto his elbows, and his body arches and moves above me. To say his hips are talented would be an understatement. They belong in the list of the seven wonders of the universe. With each stroke, he pushes into me and then grinds himself against me so that my clit is reminded of just how wonderful it can be made to feel.

  Soon, the pleasure that builds inside of me is like the swell of an orchestra with all its parts… the grind of his base against my clit, the swell of his head challenging my sanity as it presses my A spot, and the rub of his shaft and then his head’s ridge as it rolls pass my G spot.

  Bowing his body, he doesn’t miss a stroke with his hips as his mouth latches to my sensitive nipple. My hands fasten around his horns, and I pull his face into my soft swells all while his hips thrusts at a hard, driving pace that leaves my brain numb.

  “Yesss…” I cry as his cock begins to throb inside of me. I can feel every beat of his heart inside my depths.

  Releasing my nipple, Volex lowers his body to mine once more and slides a hand under my hips to tilt them higher. I wrap my legs around his back and butterfly my thighs open to him.

  “Aisha,” he groans as his body starts to shake. His eyes are now a bright, vivid white. “I love you, Aisha. Cum for me! Let me have you!”

  I’m so close. Sooooo close! My insides are like a vice around his shaft. Each time he dives into me, I do my best to hold him there and never let him go. That spot that’s deepest inside of me is building a wave of tension as big as a tsunami that just hasn’t hit ground yet.

  “Volex!” I moan between panted breaths, and then the tsunami hits ground. The wave of tension releases and swallows me whole so that there’s no up or down, no wrong or right, there’s just Volex. Everything is Volex.

  His loud roaring cry fills the room as his hips release a staggered thrust followed by a pounding race until he is holding himself in my depths, pulsing forward with his hips as his hot seed finds its home inside of me.

  His seed… It’s a warning thought doing its best to get my attention, but I’m too far gone in a haze of blissful pleasure that has my entire body tingling. My orgasm is lingering forever as wave after wave of pleasure washes over me.

  It’s fine. Not compatible. They are the last coherent thoughts I have as a stupor-like sleep pulls me under. Volex is still on top of me, still inside of me, and I hold on to him with his face buried against my neck.

  He’s the best I’ve ever had. He’s the best I ever will have. It’s not a thought, it’
s a knowing—a knowing that fills me with a sadness since I will have to let him go. I’ve had my fun, and it’s time to go home.

  Chapter 21

  Aisha

  I stretch my arms over my head and point my toes before going limp to sink back into the warm, soft embrace of my bed. It’s never felt so good.

  Did I get new sheets?

  I squirm around, enjoying their silky feel against my naked skin. But, something’s missing.

  My eyes pop open.

  Uh-oh, Toto. We aren’t in Kansas anymore.

  I hold the sheet against my chest as I sit up, and a rather nice soreness reminds me of last night. Turning to look beside of me, I confirm what I already know. Volex isn’t here.

  Pulling my knees up to my chest, I wrap my arms around them and lean in as I blow out of puff of air.

  “What’s a girl to do now?” Right on cue my stomach growls. “Gotcha,” I say, smiling as I look down.

  Taking the sheet with me and wrapping it around me as I walk, I head for the bathroom. Having seen it already last night, I had expected it to be a lot different than the bathrooms of Earth, but to my surprise everything is mostly the same. Well, it’s the same except that it’s the nicest bathroom I’ve ever been in! The walk in shower alone is bigger than my whole bedroom at home.

  Smiling to myself again, I wonder if Volex is into morning nookie and imagine a steamy shower with me bent over with my hands on the glass wall.

  “He’d better have a really good excuse for running off,” I say, dropping the sheet on the floor as I step into the shower just as my stomach growls again, “like getting us breakfast!”

  I glance down at my complaining belly. “What the… That boy’s rubbed off on me.” I rub at the hint of blue that’s adding a cast of shadow to my caramel skin, but it doesn’t do any good.

  Shrugging it off, I am all smiles as the warm waters beat luxuriously down on me, and as I suds up in the best smelling shower soap I’ve ever known, I can’t keep the happiness in my heart from finding it’s way to a hum on my lips.