by Lisa Lace
His lips claimed mine, and I gasped into his mouth. His tongue plunged in and tangled with my own in a heated dance. I pulled him closer and threaded my fingers through his hair.
His hands were on my hips, and I felt his cock rubbing against my sex. I made a moan, which enflamed him more.
It was a good thing we had taken some of the steam off because otherwise, he wouldn’t have lasted five minutes. I wondered if he could fulfill the demands of the evening. Coming twice the night before was not going to give him a ton of stamina today. Yesterday was fun, and I supposed we would just have to do our best.
Arnon pulled away from the kiss, and he began to undress me. He slipped me out of the arms of the wedding dress and let it fall to the floor, leaving me standing in my slip.
He looked bewildered. “I just took off your clothes. Are there more underneath?”
“It’s a slip. We wear it under the dress.” My eyes rolled back in my head as he brought me to the bed and pushed me onto my back, coming over me and pinching my nipple through the thin silk fabric of the slip. His hands were everywhere, touching me through the smooth fabric until his hand moved between my legs. He put his hands beneath my clothes and found my panties, pulling them off and tossing them behind us. Once I was exposed, he returned his hand to my pussy.
I gasped at the sensations I felt through the flimsy material of the slip. I had created a monster who didn’t need my instructions to know how to please me. For a while, Arnon slid the material up and down over my clit. At the same time, he ran his hands over my breasts. He drove me crazy with desire, the way I had taught him.
Finally, he gave me what I wanted, and put a hand beneath the slip. His finger made a wet sound as he pushed my folds apart. It only took a few rubs for me to come with a groan.
Arnon looked at me in a way that made me want to grab him and ride his cock. But he was supposed to be in charge tonight. Even though it was an unfamiliar feeling for me, I liked it.
He held my gaze as he pulled me to a sitting position and pulled the slip over my head, undoing my bra and leaving me naked before him. I realized he was still fully clothed.
When he stood up and began undressing, I couldn’t tear my eyes away from his gorgeous body. His bare chest came into view. My fingers longed to touch him. He dropped his pants, revealing thick leg muscles. There was something else thick under his boxers, and I couldn’t wait to get my hands on it again.
“I have to go now.”
I frowned. “Excuse me?”
“I have to extend my wings.”
“We’re going to fuck with them showing? Okay, then.” I felt either excitement or fear. I wasn’t sure which.
“Relax.” He poured me a glass of wine. “I’ll be back before you know it.”
When he left, I moved to the back of the bed and leaned against the headboard, sipping the drink. My heart had slowed down, but I was still so aroused that it was hard for me to think clearly.
Why didn’t he pull his wings out here? I couldn’t follow the train of thought because of my dazed, sex-starved state. After a minute I wondered what was taking him so long. I finished my glass and poured myself another. He returned with his wings showing, clad in only his underwear.
This alien was going to fuck me.
Arnon noticed my chest rising and falling, and I saw his cock move. His hard-on was making a comeback. He came toward me. I could only think of having him inside me. He didn’t speak, lying me down on the bed, kissing and touching me until I was begging for more. He pulled me up and brought me over to an altar.
“You will give your body to me.” It sounded like he was following a ritual.
“Yes.” I couldn’t believe the way my voice sounded. I would. Anytime and anywhere.
He lifted me onto the altar in front of him. I was completely nude except for the platinum wedding band on my left bicep. With his eyes looking into my soul, he gently spread my legs. The material covering the altar was cool at first but quickly warmed up from my hot skin.
He stepped back for a moment and removed his clothing, standing at attention in front of me. I gasped.
“That’s not what we were playing with last night.”
“What do you mean?”
“You’re bigger now than before. Can you not see it?” My eyes felt enormous.
“It’s because of the increased blood flow when I have my wings out. I get a little wider.”
“It’s not a little anything. Are you going to be able to put that thing inside me?”
“I’ll fit. Don’t worry, Jayne.” He stepped closer and covered my mouth with his, effectively silencing me. He played with my breasts and dropped one hand to gently circle my clit, bringing me close to climaxing again. He never stopped kissing me, but I felt his finger penetrate me, pumping in and out. He added another finger, which started to feel tight. He curled them to stimulate my G-spot and soon I wanted to have him inside me. Instead, he put in another finger. I moaned as he stretched me, pumping in and out of my body.
Soon my body became accustomed to three fingers. I couldn’t believe it. Without warning, the fingers disappeared, and I felt the tip of Arnon’s cock pushing into me. I broke the kiss. “It’s too big.”
We were both on edge, him from holding back, me from being ready to come. He swallowed and pushed in an inch.
“I don’t know if I can do this.” Even as the words were out of my mouth, I felt myself stretching to accommodate him.
“Relax.” He bent his neck and sucked on my breast. I felt myself becoming wetter than before. He pushed in again, making me gasp, then dropped his hand between us and touched my clit.
“Oh God, Arnon.” I spread my legs wider and pushed my hips towards him, which had the effect of moving him further inside. He was sweating and somehow refraining from slamming into me.
“I don’t know how slowly I can go,” he ground out.
“Please.” I didn’t know if I was asking him to stop or keep going. Either way, we had to finish it.
He flapped his wings, drawing my attention to the white feathers. The motion distracted me before he gave a grunt and thrust himself all the way inside me.
“Fuck!” I screamed. I felt his pelvis make contact against me.
He sheathed himself all the way to the hilt. I wrapped my arms and legs around him, pulling Arnon tightly to me and preventing him from moving.
He rested his forehead on mine, breathing heavily. My nipples rubbed against his chest, sending shudders through my body. We clung to each other for a long time, until the intimate contact began to make me want more again. My body had adjusted. I no longer felt as though he was going to split me in two. The only sensation I felt was fullness.
He wasn’t moving, but I wanted him to start. “Do it.”
“You should know that this is the moment when the bonding will occur. It’s supposed to be intense.”
“Stronger than this?” I shook with lust.
“We will form an emotional bond as well as an energetic one. It happens when we climax together. As soon as you’re coming, tell me, and I’ll come with you, assuming I can last that long.”
I lifted my eyebrows. “And what happens if you can’t?”
“We’ll have to start all over again.”
“Let’s just come together.” I didn’t know if I could handle him again. “You’re a little overwhelming, in the right way.”
“Are you ready?”
I took in everything. Candles filled the room, which gave a brightness to everything around me but maintained a secluded atmosphere. I was on the altar with my legs spread. Arnon stood between them, filling me tightly. We were holding each other’s hands until he released me and put his hands on the altar to brace himself. He pulled all the way out and fluttered his wings before he thrust back inside me.
My eyes rolled back in my head at the pleasure. It felt like he was stimulating every nerve ending in a new way. I anticipated a fantastic climax, as long as the sensation didn’t kill m
e first.
Chapter Thirteen
ARNON
Sweat beaded on my forehead as the pleasure of being inside Jayne’s sweet, tight heat washed over me. Her breasts jiggled as I pumped my wings and flexed my leg muscles, penetrating deeply inside of her.
I focused on maintaining control as I drove into her repeatedly. My fingers circled her clit, and she ran her hands over her breasts. All I could think was that I needed her to come first.
She sighed and moaned. Her pussy around me felt so tight and wet that it was a herculean effort not to come. I could see the signs of her orgasm building. Her skin flushed, and she breathed quickly. I plunged into her again. The hot sensation of flesh on flesh was almost too much for me.
“Arnon.” Her voice rose. “Oh fuck. I’m coming.”
I pounded into her fast and hard. Her back arched, and her hips moved to meet my thrusts. She was crying out over and over. That was it for me. I let myself go and ground my hips against hers, filling her with my seed. She whimpered, writhing beneath me as her climax continued unabated. I groaned and pinned her to the altar, losing myself as our passion crested.
A spark of energy flashed between us. The love I had felt for her a moment before seemed to crystallize between us and double in intensity. I felt completely bound to her as the life bond formed between our hearts, minds, and bodies. After a moment, I came back to reality where I was still twitching inside her.
“I love you,” I whispered, kissing her cheek. Even though I had imagined this moment for many years, the reality was entirely different from the fantasy. I was softening, but I didn’t pull out. The instructions said to take her on the altar with my wings out and stay inside her for at least fifteen minutes.
Jayne had her eyes closed, but I thought she was awake. She wasn’t moving, though. For the time being, we were stuck together. I lifted her legs and put them on my shoulders. The motion made her open one eye. She raised an eyebrow, then closed her eye again.
“It’s supposed to help with conception.”
“I have never in my life had sex like that before. I’m not complaining, but how long are we going to stay like this?”
“Twelve more minutes.”
“That’s disturbingly precise.”
“There are rules. We’re supposed to be like this for a certain amount of time.”
She pursed her lips and squeezed her pussy around me. I felt my eyes widen slightly, and she laughed. “Didn’t you know I could do that?”
I shook my head.
“I have lots of little tricks up my sleeves. What’s next?”
“I can’t tell you.” She started to pout, and I felt like I had to share something. “Certain positions are supposed to improve our chances of conceiving.”
“I can’t wait. That is, as soon as I’ve recovered.” Jayne wiggled experimentally and winced.
“Are you still sore?”
She nodded. “You’re kind of big this way.”
“You’ll feel better as soon as we can separate. Just a minute.” As I pulled out of her, she made a sad noise. “There’s more where that came from.” She shivered and her pupils dilated with renewed desire.
We went to the bathroom and cleaned ourselves. I led Jayne to the bed where we were so tired that we curled together and slept for a least an hour. When I woke up, I retrieved the forgotten cream and gently spread it over her folds. I made sure to push my cream-covered finger inside her, making her moan and her hips shudder. After a moment’s thought, I went ahead and applied some to her breasts and inner thighs, as well. She sighed as I lazily circled her nipples with my finger, making them hard and tight. I felt my dick start to twitch again at the sight. Our second time would be coming soon.
After I had applied the cream everywhere Jayne might be sore, I had a question for her. “How are you feeling right now?”
“Honestly, a little horny.” She blushed. “Empty and aching, like I need you inside me. I’m not sore at all. I’m hot for you.” She scooted down my body. I lay next to her, tucking my wings behind me. She moved down until her face was level with my cock, now firmly erect as I watched her enter an arousing position.
Her tongue flicked out and licked me, slowly pulling my cock into her mouth. She moaned as I hardened, thickened, and lengthened inside her. Soon she couldn’t take all of me any more, and she had to content herself with the head.
“I love what you’re doing, but you need to stop.”
She pulled back, grinning at me. I brought her to me and began kissing her, feeling my passion building. “Are you ready to go again?”
“Of course.” I touched her to confirm. She was so slick that she gasped as my finger slid inside her.
“Lower yourself to the ground.”
JAYNE
He wanted me on my hands and knees. I knelt on the bed, facing away from him with one hand between my legs. “Aren’t you going to put away your wings?” I looked back over my shoulder, saw his erection building, and felt anxious again.
“You didn’t enjoy it last time?”
“I liked it. It’s just that the size is much different than that of Earth men.”
“Two times with my wings out. It’s supposed to help get the sperm deeper.” He seemed more confident now that he had fucked me once. I was at his mercy. This both terrified and excited me.
“Spread your legs wider.” He gently pushed my head down onto the blankets. My ass was in the air, making me feel vulnerable. “I’m the one in charge this time.”
I didn’t realize that I would like the idea of being powerless while fucked by someone else.
“Are you touching yourself?” He reached around and palmed my breasts. I plunged my finger inside me to moisten it, but he reached out to grab my hand.
“None of that. The only thing going in there is me. Stick to your clit.”
I liked this bossy side of him that I hadn’t seen before. He watched me pleasure myself until I was close to finishing before he lined himself up with my entrance.
“Relax. This is going to be tight.” His words got me even hotter. Arnon pressed against my opening until the resisting flesh split, and the tip of him was inside me. Fuck, yes. I must have made a sound because he asked me a question.
“Do you like that?”
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Then take more of me.” His voice sounded hoarse with lust.
I pushed back, and he slid farther into me, parting my flesh and opening me more. I thought I was going to pass out. He was too big.
“Arnon.” My voice sounded like I was begging, but I didn’t know what I was asking for.
“Do you need it?” I groaned as he didn’t wait for my answer but embedded himself deeper inside me.
“It’s too much,” I gasped.
He continued to guide himself, inch by inch, inside me. Finally, he had penetrated me completely, and I was almost sobbing with the intensity and my desire for him to fuck me again.
“Are you still touching yourself?” His hands were on my ass, and he slapped me lightly. I moved my ass into him as I felt a spike of lust. “Do you like that, Jayne?”
“I do.”
He smacked me again harder, and I squeezed him inside me.
“If you do that again I’m going to have to start fucking you.” He pulled out and sank himself into me. I touched my clit and my breasts as he rocked me with urgent thrusts. I felt my climax rising, and I sucked in air through my teeth as he pounded against me. I found myself coming so hard that I screamed, my body convulsing as he stiffened and exploded inside me. My contractions pulled his cum deep into my body. I tightened around him as he bent over my back, groaning and pressing against me.
I shuddered a few more times and fell onto the bed. He pulled out and threw himself beside me on his stomach. I cuddled against him, his wings warm around me, and fell instantly into a blissful sleep.
I woke up later with a smile on my face. I heard a
deep male voice beside me.
“Feeling good, Mrs. Madellan?”
“I am.”
“Do you need a shower, perhaps?”
“I think I do.” I opened my eyes, rolled over, and sat up. The wings weren’t visible any longer. He pulled on my hand, tugging me toward the bathroom. Arnon soaped me up, and by the end of the shower, we had taken care of our third time.
After cleaning up, we curled together in the bed. “How many more hours do we have for the other two times?”
He had applied the cream to me after each encounter, worried that I would get sore. The ointment was unlike anything on Earth. I made a mental note to keep some on hand in our first aid kit.
“Don’t worry.” I felt myself drifting off to sleep again. “We have plenty of time.”
Arnon started touching me again in the middle of the night. We were spooning with his chest pressed against my back. When he felt me wake up, he slid a finger into my folds to see if I was wet enough for entry, then pushed slowly into me from behind.
Without his wings, he wasn’t nearly as big. He filled me without being overwhelming. It felt perfect.
The sex was slow and soft. It was dark in the room. Our breathing was the only sound. He rocked in and out at a languid pace as his hands played with my breasts and clit.
The build-up this time felt like it was taking too long. When the climax came, it blasted through me with a power I hadn’t expected. I felt him cum hard inside of me. He didn’t bother pulling out. Instead, he held me until we both fell asleep.
ARNON
I woke in the early hours of the morning, exhausted but elated. Yesterday had been unbelievable. I couldn’t believe I had gone without sex for this long. There were so many evenings ahead of us to anticipate.
I wondered if it was possible for her to be pregnant already. Wouldn’t that be something? Even if she wasn’t with child, we had enough on our plates for now. A baby would come with time. We didn’t need to be the first ones.
Still, I was curious.
My wife’s hand found me in the darkness. She touched me, and I came to life. I heard her groan before she threw her leg over me and straddled my hips, pumping me until I was hard.
