by Lisa Lace
“Are you aware you live in paradise?” I asked, looking around at the idyllic spot.
“I wasn’t until you told me about Earth.” I stared up at the strange constellations and was again surprised that I didn’t miss home at all. “Are you homesick yet?” he asked.
I shook my head. “Not at all.”
“Have you thought that maybe it’s because you were meant to stay here?” His voice was so soft that I almost couldn’t hear him. My pulse began to pound, and my chest rose and fell in the light of the two moons.
“I think that’s not on the list of approved topics tonight. What happened to not thinking about tomorrow?”
He made a frustrated sound, and I sat up, putting my feet down on to his step, wondering what I had done to upset him. “Is something the matter?”
“I don’t know, Sophie. You make me want to break all the rules in my life.”
He knelt before me and took my hands. He looked up anxiously. “No regrets,” he whispered, and I leaned in toward him as if drawn by a magnet.
“No regrets,” I repeated.
“Do you know what, Sophie?” His eyes looked at me, unblinking.
“What?” I breathed.
“If I don’t kiss you right now, I think I will regret it for the rest of my life.”
My heart rate kicked up another notch, and I saw fear in his eyes. Was he afraid I was going to reject him?
“I would regret it, too. What are you waiting for?” I put my hand on his cheek. He closed his eyes but didn’t move, perhaps waiting for me to show that I meant what I said.
I gazed at his beautiful face in the moonlight. The next day he might disappear, no matter what we had done to prevent that. And if he didn’t, the magic of this place would be gone, and we might be back to sniping at each other.
We had a good reason for getting married. He didn’t love me. But if I could have one night with him…One night to remember for the rest of my days when I was lying in my empty bed, yearning for him…
I made a conscious decision. Tonight, he’s mine.
I leaned down and claimed his lips. Fireworks exploded behind my eyes and electricity blasting everywhere, running straight to my core. I was going to take him.
Chapter Ten
SOPHIE
He groaned when I spread my legs and slid off the step to straddle him where he knelt. He was hard already. His lips found mine, and it felt like our mouths were made for each other. When his tongue pressed in, I opened my mouth and felt my bikini bottom getting wet.
Maybe I could have him, just for tonight.
I slipped my arms around his neck and drew him closer, twisting my fingers through his hair. His hands roamed over the skin of my back and then dropped to cup my buttocks, pulling me tight against him. Feeling his cock only excited me more.
We kissed for a long time until he worked up enough nerve to slide his hand under my bikini top and take my breast. He squeezed and massaged it, drawing the first moan from me. Khellen broke off the kiss then. “Are you sure you want to do this, Sophie?”
“Yes.” I could barely speak the word. I knew he wasn’t going to stop no matter what I said.
“You know it’s my first time, right?”
“Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle,” I said, taking his face in my hands and kissing him all over. I felt him smile.
“I mean, I might not last long.”
“Then let’s take some of the pressure off,” I whispered, moving back and freeing him from his swim shorts. He popped loose, and I couldn’t help but stare. He was large, but that wasn’t what gave me pause. It was the coloring.
“Sorry about that,” he said, sounding embarrassed. “We’re bigger than humans, and I’m told our genitals are differently colored.”
Colored pink. But I didn’t care what color he was as long as he fucked me.
I took him in my hand. My fingers and thumb didn’t quite meet, but I was able to take a good hold and pumped. He drew in a deep breath. I worked him for a while and in about a minute he was already coming. I felt a sense of satisfaction and moved away, washing him and my hand.
“Sophie,” he said, and his eyes were burning. “It’s your turn.”
He took my hand and led me up the steps, where he lay me down onto the soft moss beside the pool. There was no need for any more words. He covered me with his hot, hard body, and I could hardly believe this was Khellen — my pen pal, my best friend, and now my lover. I wanted to remember each moment as much as I could, storing recollections for the long lonely nights that lay ahead of me.
Pulling his lips from mine, he kissed a trail down my body. He covered my arm with hot wet kisses, all the way down to my palm and back up, stopping at my elbow. Who would have thought that the elbow could be so sensitive? But I was beginning to think every inch of my body was an erogenous zone with Khellen.
I arched my back, and his hands reached beneath me. He pulled the string of the bikini, releasing it, and drew the scrap of fabric off me, leaving my breasts bare.
“You’re beautiful.” He bent his head, licking and kissing around my breasts until I was writhing in pleasure, needing him to take my nipples. But he made me wait, drawing out the moment. He licked one dark pink bud, and I sucked in a sharp breath, shivering when he blew on it.
I needed him to do something before I exploded.
Finally, his hot mouth closed around the peak, and I moaned, my hips rising toward him. He sucked hard and kissed over to the other one, taking it between his lips. I thought I would come from that alone. The pleasure was astonishing.
I knew if he wasn’t going to last very long, then I would have to be close to climaxing before penetration. I took his hand and slid it between my legs.
“Show me how to touch you,” he whispered. “I want to do it right.”
I demonstrated how to rub up and down in long, slow strokes the entire length of my slippery folds. I felt the beginnings of an orgasm. Switching, I brought his finger to my clit and light touched myself with his hand. I let go, and he circled with exactly the right pressure. I guess he was a quick study. Soon, I was going to come, and I pushed his hand away. I made him sit up with his back against the rocky cliff and his legs out.
“You’re ready, but I’m not,” he said, and I looked down and realized he was still soft. But he was a young man and horny, so I knew I could take care of that. I gave him a look filled with lust and leaned down over him. With one hand, I lifted him and took him into my mouth.
“Oh, fuck,” he said, and his legs tensed.
I brought my hand under his balls, playing with them while I sucked on him. His breathing became erratic, and when I glanced up, his eyes were closed in concentration. It only took a couple of seconds before he became hard in my mouth.
Shit, he was big. When he was erect, I could only take about two-thirds of him into my lips. I was hot for him, and I loved sucking him, but if I continued he would come too soon. I regretfully let him go and straddled his legs.
“Oh, Soph…” He caught my lips again, kissing me until I forgot everything except how much I wanted him inside me. I moved until his tip was lined up with my entrance, and I held his shoulders. Our eyes were locked as he slid about an inch into my wetness. It had been a long time since I’d fucked anyone and I felt tight.
I let him push in another inch and gasped as he began to spread me. Neither of us closed our eyes, unable to look away as he penetrated into my core. Soon he was halfway in, and I felt full. I pressed down farther and couldn’t believe how my body was accommodating his size.
Unable to wait any longer, I dropped down the last few inches, gasping as he stretched me completely and our bodies connected. I rested my forehead against his, loving the feeling of him filling me. I pulled him tight against me, and we clung to each other.
My desire forced me to move. I began lifting myself and dropping down again. He was big. I felt every inch of him inside me, exciting all the nerve endings and rubbing against my G-spot. I felt
my climax rising and moved faster.
Khellen was in the perfect position to suck my breasts, and he took one aching nipple into his mouth, sending pleasure straight to my sex. It was what I needed. I arched my back, offering my breasts to him as I continued to grind against him, building the pressure inside me.
He nipped at my breast, shooting me over the edge into ecstasy. I cried out and felt my body convulse, pleasure flooding every cell, as a mind-blowing orgasm blasted through my body. I continued to ride him, needing to feel it harder, faster, deeper.
My body started contracting, and I wrapped my arms around him, holding tight as the convulsions rocked me over and over. Finally, I rested my head on his shoulder, completely spent, my bones feeling like rubber by the bliss he gave me.
Without warning, he flipped our bodies, being careful to keep us coupled together. Now I was on my back, and he was on top of me. He pressed me into the moss, thrusting slowly in and out, and I breathed deeply as he stimulated raw nerve endings again. He held my gaze as he drove into me with a steady rhythm that gradually became faster and harder. My nipples rubbed against his chest, and I could feel his wiry hair between his legs rubbing against my clit and increasing my desire again.
I felt exposed as his eyes burned into me just like the way his body felt hot against mine. The fire spread and a second orgasm hit me. A few more thrusts and Khellen stiffened with a groan. His whole body tensed as his seed filled me. My contractions pulled at him, drawing everything out of him. And it felt right.
We lay there for a long time, with him inside me. I didn’t want him ever to pull out, and when he finally did, I made a sound of despair as we separated. He kissed me gently, bringing me back to the pool and cleaning me. He held me for a long time on the stairs in the cool water. When my head was on his chest, I could hear his heartbeat. I felt a longing for him and wished his heart was beating for me. Still, he had worshiped my body, and that was almost as good.
At last, we put our bathing suits on and sauntered back to the little house, without saying a word to each other. We didn’t want to break the spell.
Back inside, we stripped off our wet bathing suits and curled up in the bed together. Khellen wrapped his arm around me, his chest pressing tightly against my back, keeping me safe. I could have cried if it hadn’t all been wrong. I wished I could keep him as safe as I felt right now.
I was so exhausted that I fell immediately asleep wishing every night could be like this one.
KHELLEN
I woke up with an acute awareness of my morning erection. With a start, I realized we were still spooning, and I had somehow wedged myself between Sophie’s soft thighs with my hand cupping her breast. I even needed her in my subconscious. I dropped my hand between her legs and touched her until she became wet, making her body start twitching. Without planning it, I pushed into her a few inches. I couldn’t help myself. She was so fucking tight that I might pass out from pleasure. I thrust in even farther, and I heard her gasp and become fully awake. Her butt pressed back toward me as I drove forward again and sheathed myself to the hilt. My pelvis was flush with her sweet ass, and she started to pant.
I moved slowly in and out of her hot, wet body. When I had imagined sex, I had thought it would be good, of course, but this was beyond what I had ever imagined. I lightly touched her clit the way she showed me. I felt Sophie’s orgasm shake her body almost instantly. The feeling of her muscles gripping me was overwhelming, and I came inside her. Holding her hips against me as I pressed into her core, I emptied myself, filling her up. It felt like this was the way things were supposed to be.
She was breathing hard, her chest heaving as she recovered from her climax. I marveled at her beauty and perfection. Was it possible for her to ever be mine? Too tired to move, I lay inside her and drifted off to sleep again. Since she didn’t pull away, I assumed she didn’t mind. I liked being inside her. I loved feeling her surrounding me, and I didn’t want to leave.
When I awoke for good later in the day, Sophie had left already. I felt an acute sense of loss and my eyes popped open. But I saw her coming out of the bathroom wearing a long, light green dress that made her look gorgeous and desirable. I felt like a beast had awoken inside of me, and I couldn’t get enough of her body. Two times wasn’t enough. Even if I could take her three times a day until I died, I wouldn’t be satiated.
My heart jumped when she looked up and met my eyes. Her cheeks turned a rosy pink as she thought about what we had done last night and this morning. If only she were happy and not embarrassed. If only she had done it because she loved me. If only we could be more than friends with benefits.
“Khellen,” Sophie said, perching on the edge of the couch. “Last night was amazing.”
I nodded, sensing a “but” coming.
“But it can’t happen again once we get back to your mother’s house. I think this island has some seductive magic. But you know our relationship is too complicated already. Sex will make it even worse.”
“No, it won’t.” I didn’t want to agree with her and was already feeling the sense of loss.
“Look, it’s not like I didn’t enjoy it. I want you to know it was the most incredible experience of my life.” Her voice dropped to a whisper. “It just can’t happen again.”
“Okay. I understood you the first time. You don’t need to rub it in.” I swallowed hard and turned away. She was right, of course. It was too complicated because she didn’t love me the way I loved her and throwing sex in the mix had only made a difficult situation worse. My emotions were suffocating me.
I grabbed some clothes from my bag and headed for the bathroom, hoping she wouldn’t see the conflict in my heart. When I passed through the door, I rubbed my eyes and stared at myself in the mirror. “She doesn’t love you, Khellen,” I told my reflection. “Get over it. There are other women. You can find someone else. Sophie isn’t that special.”
But I was lying to myself. Sophie was the one for me. And she was special because there was no one else that I could imagine myself loving. Things felt topsy-turvy. Now I was married to her, and we would have to live with each other for at least a year until she abandoned me and returned to Earth. The idea of celibacy was not exactly what I thought of when I imagined wedded bliss.
I put on my clothes and came out. Sophie was already packed and looked small and dejected from her position on the couch. She was curled up and hugged her knees to her chest.
“We can go back now. My mom said she was able to enter the information.”
“Great.” Sophie’s eyes were lifeless as she stared at the pattern on the couch.
“Let’s do it, then,” I said and headed for the door. Part of me wondered why she felt bad. But I was so wrapped up in my pain that I couldn’t spare any thoughts for hers.
“Fine,” she said, getting up and striding past me. She looked furious, and my shaky emotions flared with anger in a direct reflection of her. What right did she have to be mad at me? I was the one who should be mad at her.
“We’ll take a different way back,” I told her, biting off an angry response. “Just in case.”
“Whatever you want, husband.” She fell in behind me as I took a detour onto another path that led to a second lookout point.
I winced at the sarcasm she placed onto her last word. The tension between us was enormous, and I couldn’t believe I had pitied her a few minutes earlier. I had lost control of my emotions and knew I felt anger at how she had ruined my life by showing up randomly, enchanting me with her beauty, intelligence, and fiery red hair.
I stomped up the path until we arrived at the lookout. It was more sheltered than the first one, with purple bushes on all sides and a full, high stone altar from our ancient religion. The altar, which had once been a site for sacrifices, now served as a bench for visitors. The area was secluded because of the overgrown bushes. No one would be able to spot us if we rested here before arriving at the shore and swimming back home.
“We’ll rest he
re,” I said.
“Of course, husband. You make the rules.” Her eyes were full of venom.
“You agreed to marry me. No one forced you, Sophie.”
“No, of course not. I chose to marry you — out of concern, Khellen. I didn’t realize that would make you my lord and master.”
“What do you mean? You don’t have to listen to anything I say if you don’t want to.”
“You never asked me if I thought it was a good time to go. We never discussed anything. You said, ‘Let’s go.’ And away we went. Now you’re telling me I have to rest. What if I’m not tired? You didn’t ask me. I may have married you, Khellen, but I’m not your property or someone you can order around.”
I grabbed her arm to make her stop. “I didn’t mean it that way, Sophie. You know I’m not like that.”
“I don’t know anything about you, Khellen. I only met you face-to-face a few days ago.” Her voice was getting louder. “And now I’ve broken my vow and gotten married. I fucked you. I’ve thrown my life away for you, and you treat me like I’m your servant.”
“How can you say that?” I was practically shouting now, but I was too upset by her accusations to care. “I asked you to marry me, and you agreed. Nobody forced you to do anything. It was you who started things last night, not me.”
“Now this is my fault?”
“It’s nobody’s fault! I don’t regret a second of it. If I had a choice, I’d do it again. Right here, right now.” I felt myself getting hard at the thought.
“Oh, would you?” she said, stepping up to me and getting in my face. “Take your wife and fuck her wherever you want to? Because you’re the man of the house?”
“That’s right,” I snapped back, knowing it was a stupid thing to say. She was going to slap me. I was breathing quickly and so was she, her chest rising and falling with erratic breaths. That’s when I noticed how hard her nipples were under the thin fabric of the sun dress. It shocked me. Was she as turned on as I was?
