Colun's Passion (Alien Mates Book Four 4)

by Serena Simpson

  Dropping at the edge of the river bank, she cupped her hands, forcing her arm to move, and drank greedily of the water. When she had enough, she turned over on her back and watched the sun slowly descend over the land. Knowing she shouldn’t, she closed her eyes and went to sleep.

  Chapter Eleven

  “Sara.” Colun shook her trying to wake her. “Sara?”

  Her eyes opened, blinking like she couldn’t see for a minute. Where am I? She looked up to see Colun’s gray eyes; the comfort in them, the warmth, pulled her to him like a magnet.

  “Colun.” She threw herself into his arms shaking as her time in the maze came back to her. “Hold me, please, hold me.”

  He picked her up and started to carry her. It never dawned on her to ask him where they were going because she trusted him. Instead, in a ragged voice, she told him about the maze, about her fears, and the wild animals with yellow eyes chasing her.

  “I almost died. I can die here.” The reality that she may never leave this place was punching her in the gut. This might be the end for both of them. The last chance they had to be together, and if it was, she didn’t want to waste it.

  “Where are we?” She looked around at the landscape; it was wild and beautiful, something she never saw before. Were they on a different planet? She looked up into the night sky. It looked like Earth, but she didn’t recognize the stars in their familiar orbit.

  “This is the Earth we landed on so many centuries ago, wild, beautiful, and dangerous.”

  He sat her down on a pile of animal furs; they were soft and warm. He had a large fire going and food slowly cooking over it.

  “We have to be careful with the fire. It can attract predators I don’t want to encounter. Some of your most ferocious species died out over time; I don’t want to meet up with them again.”

  She couldn’t help looking around, “What’s that?” She pointed to a flower.

  “This flower has a healing property in it. One that modern medicine would kill for, but it's been extinct for ages now.” He walked over to the flower and picked it, carrying it back to her.

  “Are you sad over a flower?” He looked at her face, and she looked crushed as if she wanted to replant the bloom.

  “I'm just being silly. It’s so beautiful it makes me sad to think that we won’t get to enjoy it.” The flower was so unique; it had a brown stem with blue and green petals on the bloom. It always amazed her the things you could find on Earth that looked like they should be on some futuristic planet.

  “There’s a field of them through the trees to the left. It won’t matter if I pick it or not, it will not survive long enough to make it back to your time.”

  “I know.” She gave him a smile. Her heart fluttered as his gray eyes smiled back at her. If they had a chance to get to know each other on a date, maybe they would have ended up here one day on their own.

  He took the petals off; the blue ones dripped a red sap while the green ones dripped a yellow sap. There were three of each petal in his hand.

  “I want you to put these in your mouth on your tongue and suck on them but don’t swallow.”

  “All right, why?” She opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue. He placed them on it, and she closed her mouth and began to suck cautiously.

  “This is the treatment for the poison that is running through your body. Those claw marks on your arm and leg are lethal and left untreated they would kill you. This flower is the one natural antidote on the planet.”

  She nodded, her eyes watered, and her body curled away from his as he gently checked the marks on her leg. His fingers touching the area made tears spring to her eyes the pain was so intense, but she refused to holler because she didn’t want to spit the leaves out.

  He went to finish cooking the food; it smelled so good, and she was hungry. He took it off the fire and wrapped it in leaves.

  “The leaves will keep the food, and it will be good for us to eat later.” Then he dug a hole in the ground and placed branches and twigs over it. He looked over his shoulder and grinned at her. “Think of it as a twenty-four-hour refrigerator.” He turned to the fire and put it out.

  He stood and came over to her. Picking her up, he spread out the fur and laid them both down on it. He covered them up and rocked her gently as she continued to suck on the leaves.

  Her body was sore, pain racing through her veins like it was a drug. Her mind was in fragments as she tried to understand everything that was happening to her, but her heart was at peace for the first time in her life. When he finally told her it was time to take the petals out, she did. Then she snuggled up against him and fell asleep like they had been doing this all their lives.

  *~*~*~*

  The feel of Colun’s hand stroking her arm woke her up. A smile stretched across her lips; even in her sleep-laden brain she knew who was touching her, who held her, and it made her happy. The feel of his hand on her arm gave her that grounded feeling you sometimes got when the most amazing male was holding you, and he was all yours.

  Back to reality, she told her brain before she opened her eyes.

  “Hi,” she murmured, looking down at her arm because that’s where his eyes were. She moved her arm, that felt like a miracle all by itself. When she added in the fact that there wasn’t any pain, and the raging red claw marks were thin strips of dull pink, she wondered how she could get one of those flowers, roots and all, back with her so modern day medicine would benefit it.

  “I feel better.” Her voice was soft when she talked to him, reminding her of that time in eighth grade when she had her first real crush.

  “I got to you in time. I was concerned, but I didn’t want you to know.”

  She snuggled her head against him rubbing her cheek against his chest.

  “Thank you, Colun. You saved my life, again.”

  “I like saving your life.” His voice was husky as he looked into her green eyes. “I like the way your eyes spark with determination and then soften with gentleness. I like your spunk and your refusal to die or be treated like you have in the past. I like you.”

  His head lowered and he kissed her. She opened and met his tongue as it swept into her mouth bringing with it the hotness of desire. When was the last time she did this and enjoyed it, she wondered as her tongue swept over his. Her nipples were starting to throb.

  The deeper he kissed her, the more alive her body felt. Her skin was sensitive as if she were suddenly a live wire sparking out of control. Her Lily was beginning to weep in desire. She rubbed her body against his demanding more.

  Stop, panic filled her head. He can’t see you naked; he won’t want you. Wait until tonight when the sun is down. She backed away a little and saw the hurt and the confusion that darkened his gaze.

  “I’m not twenty,” she whispered, “or even thirty.” She wouldn’t bow her head or be ashamed of the years she lived or even the trials her body endured because she had endured and against all odds she was still standing.

  “I don’t want a twenty-year-old or a thirty-year-old. I want you, the female whose scent is so amazing that just smelling it makes my cock hard. I want you, the female who juts that chin out just before she’s about to stand up for what she believes. I want you, Sara, with all your baggage that you’re valiantly dealing with and your fears.”

  She nodded taking a deep breath then she went to her knees and took off the shirt she was wearing. It was ripped in the arm and no longer bright pink. Still, she slipped each shell button from the button hole until it hung off her body. Then with a flex of her shoulders, she let it fall showing off the pink bra with the black border she bought to compliment the shirt.

  “You’re beautiful.” Colun took his hands and rubbed them over her ribs that were a bit too thin and then walked his fingers over her stomach. The area that made her so self-conscious. She was going to stop him, but the pads of his fingers felt like magic as he caressed her, making her breath hitch.

  Had it ever felt like this before? Like magic was h
appening and her body was made for this act. He raised onto his knees and slowly walked over to her. His slow approach made it seem that if he came to fast she would dart away and he’d never find her again. Smart male. At this minute she needed to take it slow. He stopped and slipped the buttons out of the holes in his shirt one at a time. She felt her tongue trapped between her teeth before she let it go so it could lick her lips.

  Every button he did unveiled a small portion of his muscled chest until the shirt swung open and she could see everything. Good grief, how were men this perfect allowed to live? She bet they had their own zip code or state where only men chiseled to perfection lived. She didn’t want to think about the women who must live there or what they looked like; she was going to be happy that somehow he escaped and was here with her.

  His finger came up and traced the edge of her bra around her breast.

  “Beautiful,” he said.

  The bra or me, she wondered.

  “Your breasts are a creamy perfection and the bra highlights it, tempts me, even more, to see the bounty you keep hidden there.”

  Yes, please take the bra off and touch me. Careful Sara, don’t show him how much you want this. His touch, his mouth on your nipple. Her pussy spasmed. Her breath caught in her throat, and he wasn’t really touching her yet.

  “I want to touch you right here.” He placed his mouth on the side of her neck and sucked at the skin there.

  Her head fell back as sounds of lust and need came from her mouth. Her neck felt connected to her whole body, an erogenous zone, but no one in her past ever wanted to touch her there. Colun, on the other hand, took his time. He worshiped her there, sucking on the skin, giving her little bites. Her body sparked with fire by the time he lifted his lips, and she was putty in his hands.

  “Did you like that?” he asked as he kissed down her body. The deep purr of his voice went through her.

  “Yes, I love the feel of you on my neck and how your fingers are tracing my breast. I want you to kiss them…suck them.” She was a modern day woman in a repressed woman's body. Today she didn’t care; she was going to ask for what she wanted.

  “I thought you’d never asked.” He lowered his head taking one of her throbbing nipples into his mouth bra and all. He sucked, and she cried out, her hips punching into the air. His other hand came up to play with her other nipple.

  This feeling of bliss, connectedness is what she wanted, what she searched for over the years of her life. Not someone who knew how to make love but someone who was so in tune to her that he couldn’t help but make her see stars.

  “Colun.” His name came out with longing and lust and the very end of it was sprinkled with something she couldn’t or wouldn’t identify.

  He reached behind her and took off her bra. Her breasts spilled out holding his gaze. He licked his lips before he leaned over and took her pink tipped nipple in his mouth.

  “You taste better than the sweetest fruit.”

  She closed her eyes and basked in his compliment.

  Chapter Twelve

  Sara arched her back not believing this was happening. Part of her brain was misfiring because there was no way she could be experiencing pleasure like this. Her legs were shaking, her pussy was throbbing, and her hands were caressing every inch of Colun’s body she could reach. Her mind swam with the pleasure of his touch, the hotness of his mouth on her nipple.

  She didn’t care if this was a dream or a delusion or a fantasy by a sick mind. She wanted to ride it to the end to revel in the joy of the moment.

  “I could suck your nipples all day long. I think we should do that, go on vacation, maybe to a private beach. You lying on a towel topless, me draped over your body with your nipples in my mouth.” He switched nipples allowing her other nipple to experience the same glorious wonder of his lips on her.

  She was throbbing. She saw herself on that beach with Colun draped over her body like a blanket and felt herself become wetter. How was it that life could still give her surprises at this age?

  Her hands went to his thick hair; she pulled it out of the man bun he preferred and ran her hand through it. His hair spread over his shoulders making him look even wilder as he lifted his head and pulled on her nipple. The fire in his gray eyes burning her as his teeth clamped down on her.

  She was so damn empty on the inside; she wanted to mount him and ride him like he was a wild horse. Her body moved underneath him encouraging him.

  “So impatient, love,” he teased the corner of her mouth before kissing her deeply again.

  Was she his love? Had she ever been anyone’s love? The past didn’t matter to her in that minute, any male there might have been was faceless and nameless, all that mattered was Colun and his roughly whispered words of passion in her ear.

  She wanted to be his love more than she wanted anything in her life. She wanted to be his heart, right there in the middle, so that if you ever opened it up you would see a picture of her.

  His hand was between her legs resting on the top of her pussy, pushing down slightly then letting up. He was teasing her, killing her. She needed more.

  She should touch him, caress him more, let him know she wasn’t in this solely for her own pleasure. She wanted to hear him moan, watch his eyes get big at the things she was doing to him. She placed her hands against his chest trying to push him over even as her pussy rubbed against his leg like she was in heat.

  “Colun.” Her voice sounded frustrated from trying to turn him over. He was like a mountain, immovable.”

  “Sara, I want to do this. I want to touch you; I need to touch you. You’ll get a chance, a chance to touch me and taste me but this is my chance, and I want to see you flying. Diving off cliffs and screaming with joy when you do it.” He reached down to undo her button and the zipper of her pants. With a slow movement, he drew them down her legs, teasing her as he took them off.

  He lowered his head and took in a deep breath when his nose was in her pussy.

  “Your scent makes my cock hard enough to bend steel. I love it.”

  His tongue came out, and her eyes opened wide because the men she knew didn’t do that. He licked at the seam of her pussy. She tried to crawl out of her skin; it felt that good. Her throat worked on the cry that was clawing its way up as her hips thrust up trying to get his tongue back.

  “Mmm, you like that.” There was a smile in his voice. Then he stiffed his tongue and licked deeply. Sara screamed her pleasure as her body tightened around him. Her legs went around his neck, and he stuck his tongue deep inside of her, lapping up the cream her body made.

  “You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, “and your pussy is beautiful too.”

  He took a finger and placed it in the wetness coming from her until he could insert it without any pain.

  “Oh my,” she cried, moving her hips up.

  He inserted a second giving her a feeling of being full. His head moved between her legs until his lips closed over her clit sucking on it. He lapped at it and played with her as her body shook.

  “Colun, stop,” she begged. “I’m going to come on you, on your fingers and in your mouth you have to…”

  He sucked harder, moved his fingers faster. She grabbed his hair, tightened her legs, and held on for dear life as her body shook and broke apart around his. She screamed her pleasure until she finally began to circle around to come in for a landing. Still, he sucked on her clit and played with her pussy. There was no soft landing; she crashed with every intention of doing it again.

  He gave her pussy one more lick and petted it before he finally crawled up her body. “How are you doing, love?”

  “I’m…” How was she supposed to tell him she was great, wonderful, more fulfilled than she ever remember being? She opened and closed her mouth looking for the words that were refusing to come.

  “You made me feel like the most important woman in the world.” Maybe it was a little corny sounding she told her brain, but it was as close as she could get to how he made her
feel.

  He gathered her into his arms and held her tight. “Sara, you are the most important woman in my world.”

  Strong women don’t cry, she told herself, but her heart didn’t care. A tear slipped out anyway because she was living her dream in a period that would never exist for her, with a male who wasn’t from Earth, and she’d never been as happy as she was right now.

  “What about you?” Her hand went down his body to feel his thick erection standing proud.

  “I want to be buried deep inside you, love, but not until after you eat. You need your strength.”

  He gave her another tender kiss before he stood. He was still wearing his jeans, but they were unsnapped and unzipped, and his erection was standing tall. He didn’t hide or try to put his cock away. He stood proudly and allowed her to look, have her fill before he went over to retrieve the food he cooked yesterday.

  He wants me to eat before he makes love to me. I know he wants me; his cock doesn’t lie, but still he’s putting what I need before his needs. That never happened when she was married. She caught replays of sex with her ex-husband on the viewer of her mind. He was always ready before her. He was always fast, and he never wanted to hold her after or slow things down. He never put her needs before his. After a while, she thought that was the way it was supposed to be.

  Now Colun was shattering all her preconceived notions, and she wanted to feel him deep inside her, maybe for a lifetime.