by Ashley West
She couldn't remember the last time she'd felt like this. Like she was on fire. Sure, she touched herself from time to time, and she even had a few toys that she rarely pulled out, but it was nothing like this.
Kal's eyes were focused, and his cock was hard between his own legs, sitting there jutting up towards his stomach in a proud line. Her mouth watered just to look at it, and she wanted to see how far she could take it.
"Wait," she gasped out. "Wait."
He stopped instantly. "What is it?"
"I want...I..." She didn't have the words for it, so she just shuffled her position, moving so she was up on her knees and elbows, that tantalizing cock right there in her face. It still gave him access to the sweet spot between her legs, and he grinned, wasting no time in getting his fingers back into her.
His cock was thick and reddened from being so hard, and Haven didn't waste any time either. She opened her mouth and lowered her head, taking the tip in.
Kal tasted clean and salty, and he was more than a mouthful as she worked him, one hand coming up to take on the rest of the length that she couldn't reach with her mouth.
"Stars, Haven," he groaned, and she was just going to assume that was a good thing.
Her head bobbed as she sucked him, and she rolled her hips back onto the fingers that were basically thrusting inside of her at this point.
Both of them were moaning, Haven's muffled around the thick flesh in her mouth while Kal's were deep and guttural. He seemed to be holding himself back, his fingers threaded through her hair, and she wondered what it would be like for him to be thrusting into her mouth as well as her center.
But there wasn't time to think about that because she was already so close.
The heat was molten, pooling at her core and spreading down, drawing her up tighter as she squirmed.
Kal's thumb found her clit, and it rubbed it in slow circles, making her shake slightly as she got closer and closer. It only made her speed up her motions on his cock, sucking harder, hand moving faster as she twisted her wrist and moaned around him.
A string of words she had no hope of understanding spilled out of Kal's mouth, and before she knew it, she was crashing over that edge and coming hard on his fingers.
He swore again and worked her through it, and for a moment she forgot to keep working him because she was so caught up in the tidal wave of pleasure that was threatening to drown her.
When she finally came back to herself, his cock was still in her mouth, and she kept sucking at it lightly, wanting Kal to get off, too.
He hissed and pulled out of her mouth, coming over her hand instead, with a shaky breath.
For a moment, neither of them seemed to know what to do. They had just found their completions with each other, something that was born out of a rush of lust, and now it was hard to figure out what happened next.
Luckily, Haven always had a plan. With her instruction, they got cleaned up, and she curled onto her side on the bed, smiling as she watched Kal try to get comfortable.
"It wasn't made for giants," she murmured, voice a bit slurred with how tired she was.
"Discrimination," he murmured back and then reached for her.
She didn't resist.
Chapter Twelve: The Realization You’re In Deep
Haven's legs were draped over his shoulders, her heels digging into his back. Her legs were spread, revealing that slick, tight heat to him, and his face was buried in it, tongue teasing and lapping as she moaned from him.
Her fingers were buried in his hair, tugging slightly as she bucked and arched for him, and he couldn't get enough of her.
Kal had liked Haven just fine before. She was funny and methodical in a way he liked, and when she brought up the fact that they were a team, he wanted to pull her to him and kiss her senseless. But she was different when sex was involved. She was more pliant here, looser. Less in control and more like she wanted him to take the control from her.
He could do that.
It hadn't been very long since they'd started this, really. Just a few days, but every time they came together like this, Kal knew it was right. Their size difference was pretty large, but they still seemed to fit together so perfectly. Well enough that Haven looked plenty comfortable with her back on his bed, her hair spread out over the pillows.
Her scent would linger here for hours after they were done, and he had that to look forward to.
The noises she made as he licked at the sensitive bundle of nerves between her legs were intoxicating, driving him to try harder to get more of them. She tasted divine, clean, with a sweet salty tang that flooded his senses as he devoured her.
She surrendered herself to him like he'd never seen her surrender to anything before, and he loved it.
"Kal," she moaned, eyes closed, fingers fisting harder in his hair. "So close, Kal, please."
They had both already found release that night, with him buried inside of her, her nails dragging down his back as he took her with hard, deep strokes. But she'd still been keyed up after that, and so Kal had offered to clean her up the best way he knew how.
His efforts were being met with much enthusiasm, which made him smile into her folds.
Her breath came in short pants and gasps, and she twisted against the sheets, crying out for him when he pushed two fingers into her. She had to be sore from earlier, but she claimed to like it, and the way she clenched and clung to his fingers, it seemed it was true.
Kal could taste that she was close, and he wanted to watch her fall over that edge. Wanted to see it and taste it and feel it when she came, just for him.
He hummed against her flesh, working his fingers, letting his teeth graze lightly over her most sensitive areas. Her back arched hard, and she cried out again, his name sounding broken and lovely as it tripped off of her tongue.
"Please, please, please," she gasped out, practically riding his face. "Please, Kal. Oh my god, I'm so...Oh god. Oh god."
Her cries continued until she was spilling for him, coming undone at the seams and flooding his senses with the abandon of her release.
"That's it," Kal murmured as he continued to move his fingers in her, stroking her through her climax. "That's it. So beautiful." He licked his lips, tasting the way her flavor lingered there and shivering. He could easily get aroused again, but Haven looked like she was ready to drop, so he slid her legs down and let her lie flat on the bed.
As she caught her breath, he laid down beside her. He still wasn't sure how she felt about being held after sex, so he didn't pull her into his arms the way he wanted to, instead settling for being close enough that their arms touched.
Her warmth was a comfort, and he could smell their mingled scents washing over him as he lay there.
"So much for my plan," Haven murmured to herself, shaking her head as she made herself more comfortable on the bed.
"What plan?" Kal wanted to know. With Haven it was hard to tell. He was learning that she always had a plan for something.
"The plan," she replied, turning her head to look at him. "The plan for how my life was going to go. I was very firm that it wasn't going to include any aliens. And now here we are."
"Oh." He couldn't put his finger on why that hurt him, but it did. She hadn't wanted to get involved with someone from another planet, and now he was in bed with her, and they were most definitely involved. Was she regretting it now? Did she wish they'd never done this? "I'm sorry?" he tried, unsure of what the proper response was.
Haven snorted. "You should be. I was doing just fine before you came along, you know. I had everything worked out. I could just ignore the fact that there were aliens still hanging around and not get tangled up with them. And then you showed up all nice and wanting to help and handsome. And now look at me."
It was so hard to tell whether she was joking or not, and Kal was baffled. He understood about plans being derailed for something else that needed to be taken care of. All he had wanted when he was younger was to explore and travel,
but he had needed to do something else with his life first. Defending his people had been more important than what he wanted.
Could Haven say the same thing about what they were doing? The sex was great, no doubt about that. But was she really upset about how it wasn't what she'd wanted at first?
"I don't know what to say," he admitted, biting his lip and glancing at her. "What was your plan before you met me?"
Haven smiled and sighed softly. "I was going to save up enough money that I could quit working at the coffee shop and do tax and accounting work full time. Go back to school and then take the CPA exam. Be hired by a big firm by the time I was thirty, and well on my way to a promotion. Get a bigger house, maybe even move out of Chesley all together, you know? See the world."
Kal felt a pang because he understood that. "Sounds like what I wanted before all of this."
"Before you came to Earth?" she asked.
He shook his head. "Before that, even."
"You mean you didn't want to be a warrior and defend planets from huge monsters?"
"No. Well, maybe. I just wanted to see things, though. I wanted to go places and explore. Maybe they would need my help in the places I went, but I would be more famous for the things I found than the things people needed me to do."
Haven smiled at him. "What changed that?"
"Things don't go according to plan all the time," he said. "And the Alva changed it. Funny how they're responsible for ruining so many plans."
"Funny's a word for it," Haven murmured. "You know, people have been telling me that for my whole life just about. That things don't always go according to plan. My mother always says that expecting my plans to play out is just setting myself up for disappointment. I get so mad when she says that. My best friend tells me that living life according to a plan isn't normal and that I'm missing out."
"That's not very nice to say. And I didn't...I didn't mean it like that when I said it."
Haven waved his words away. "It's alright. I mean. I know they're only trying to help. They don't want me to be disappointed when things don't work out. They don't want me to miss out on things because I'm so busy trying to get things to go the way I want them to. And...in a way, they're right. I wasn't expecting you to come along. You weren't a part of my plan, and now here we are."
"Then you're not upset about that." He tried not to make it sound as pathetic as he felt saying it. But he needed to know. If she didn't want this, then he'd stop immediately because it was only fun and worth doing if they were both getting the same enjoyment out of it.
"No," she said softly, and she seemed to surprise herself with the words. "I'm not upset about it. You're...different. And that's not bad."
Kal smiled and leaned over to kiss her. "Good. Because you aren't bad either, and I would be sad if you weren't enjoying this as much as I am."
A light flush stained her cheeks, and Kal brushed gentle fingers over it, admiring how lovely she was. Her skin was so soft and touchable, and all he wanted was to get his hands all over her. Even though they had just finished coupling, he could have easily gone another round.
Her voice stopped him before he could get too into that thought, though.
"Tell me about your planet. Your people."
It was the first time she'd ever asked anything like that of him, and he was shocked to say the least. She'd made it seem clear that she wasn't really interested in learning more about who he was and where he was from, and he supposed that had everything to do with the fact that she hadn't wanted aliens to be a part of her plan. Now that she seemed to have accepted it, she clearly had changed her tune.
Kal's heart leapt hopefully.
"Well," he said. "Horu is very different from Earth."
She arched an eyebrow. "Is it really or are you just saying that for dramatic effect or something?"
"No, it really is," he said, and then proceeded to tell her all about his planet and how it was cold and dark most of the time, how it was riddled with mines and tunnels where they mined jewels to sell and trade. He told her about the walled city and the queen, about the giant animals and the furs and the festivals they had every year to celebrate a good season of mining. He told her about his brother and his mother and his father, how his father had fallen in battle and his brother had been injured, how he had carried on for them.
The more he talked about his home, the prouder he became of it. Being there wasn't exciting, but it was his home, and it had shaped him. There was no doubt about that. He was proud to have been a warrior for his people, to have kept them safe, and he let that pride color his voice when he talked about how he had fought off bandits and would be thieves to keep people safe. Back home it was just part of the job, part of being a warrior, but here it seemed more heroic than he’d realized, and he could see it in Haven’s eyes that she was impressed with him.
There was also something else in those eyes, and Kal laughed at her apparent inability to be satisfied. "Really?" he asked her. "Does me being good at my job turn you on?"
She flushed lightly and then shrugged a shoulder. "Competency kinks are a thing."
"I have no idea what that even means."
She smirked and rolled over so she was on top of him, all that hair framing her face and falling in soft, sweet smelling curtains around them. "It means that I like it when people are good at things. It also means that I've seen you save people, including me, and that's...attractive."
Kal laughed softly and put his hands at her waist, holding her close to his body. He was still a bit keyed up from watching her fall apart before, so her words and the way she felt against him already had him getting worked up again.
Haven was so gorgeous without her clothes. She was gorgeous with them, too, of course, but there was just something about the smoothness of her skin and the way her body curved that made Kal want to touch her. Her breasts were soft and full, and her hips swelled out from her waist in a way that was just made for him to rest his hands there. So he often did.
"I'll have to keep that in mind," he murmured and then slid a hand up to cup the back of her neck and pull her down for a kiss.
There was always that spark when their lips met, that feeling of warmth, like sinking into a pool of hot water that spread bliss out to his toes.
It was like she was made to fit right there against him, and he held her in place for long minutes, kissing her deeply.
It was also easy to tell when she really started to get interested. Haven squirmed slightly, rocking back until she was brushing against the tip of his hardening cock.
"Looks like I'm not the only one interested," she murmured against his mouth.
Kal nipped at her lip teasingly. "I never claimed that. Anyone with eyes can see I'm interested."
She smirked again, and it was a good look on her. Between the kissing and her rocking back against him, he was hard in no time, cock full and firm against his stomach.
It always seemed like it was going to be too much for Haven to take, but there was something about watching his length disappear into that tight body that just drove him wild every single time. Whether it was her mouth or elsewhere, it was a warm and wet reception, and he loved it.
He rocked up as well, showing her his interest, which made her laugh breathlessly. That was the thing he loved the best, when they were breathless and happy when they had sex.
Sometimes on Horu sex was something of a competition, and he had never felt like that with Haven. They traded off being on top and being the 'aggressor' so to speak, each of them getting what they needed from the coupling.
"Haven," he breathed, her name sounding like a blessing in his mouth. Her eyes shined in the dim light of the bedroom as she looked down at him, and when she scooted down so she could slide that slick wetness against the hard line of his cock, he moaned for her. "You always feel so good."
She gave him a warm smile. "So do you."
It wasn't frantic or needy this time. It wasn't the hard rut he sometimes favored or the slow s
eduction she often teased him with. Instead, she lowered herself gently over him, his cock wrapped in one of her small hands as she held him steady and then sank down.
A soft moan spilled out of her as she slid those last few inches down, taking him all the way to the hilt.
He swore under his breath and she laughed again. "I love making you do that."
"Do what?" he panted.
"Swear like that. I have no idea what you're saying, but I can guess the meaning."
He snorted and snapped his hips up, wiping the smile from her lips in a second. It was replaced by a parted lip look of arousal, and Kal's eyes darkened with approval. "That's what I thought," he said.
Her laughter was warmer this time, almost touchable, and when she worked herself down on him and then lifted up slowly, he couldn't help his own moan of pleasure.
The pace was slow, lingering, neither of them rushing towards completion. Kal reveled in the velvet slide of her skin against his, the way her inner walls felt wrapped around him, hot and wet and tight and rubbing in all the right places with a delicious friction as she rode him slowly.
Riding wasn't even the right word for it. Haven made it something so much more graceful, undulating hips and slow slides as she moved on top of him.
Kal lifted his hips again and again to meet hers, caught up in a wave of pleasure that grew and grew until he thought he was going to drown in it.
"Haven," he breathed again.
"Kal," she panted back, her eyes never looking away from him. It was intimate, so intimate. Maybe more intimate than he had ever been with another person, and he didn't know what to make of that, but in the moment, he also didn't care. How could he when she was so beautiful on top of him, her hips moving faster as she got closer, soft whimpers and little cries falling like honey from her mouth as she curled her fingers inwards, nails biting into the skin of his chest.
"Come on," he breathed softly. "Come on, Haven. You're so beautiful, did you know that? So gorgeous. I want to see you fall apart for me."
And that was all he had to say. She arched gloriously, head tipped back as she came around him, going tight as she moved and drawing out his own pleasure from him. In a matter of seconds, he was following her over the edge, spilling his release in a hot rush that left him panting and worn out.
