“You are…” I search for the right words, but there isn’t any good enough to describe her. “You are a vision, Leelee. I’ve never seen anything as lovely as you.”
The words are insufficient, but she gives me such a pleased, blush-filled look that all my doubts melt away. All that is left is desire.
She reaches out and grabs one of my arms, gently tugging me to join her. I find myself lying atop Leelee softly, cocooned between her parted thighs. I ease between them instinctively, her warmth pulling me closer and grounding me. There’s something natural, something right, in this connection as if the universe itself had conspired to bring us together.
Looking down at Leelee, her hair splayed out against her pillow in a glorious tangle, I feel a sudden pull in my being, a wave of strange warmth cascading through me. Her eyes, those twin pools of earthy greens and browns meet mine, her trust mirrored in their depth, outshining any celestial bodies I’ve traversed.
I stare down at Leelee and commit this moment to memory. When I return to the vast emptiness of the stars, I will cherish this very image. Leelee, with her legs open in acceptance, her hair haloing her, her lips softly parted. This will be my solace, the image forever etched deep into my mind.
“Leelee,” I murmur, my words echoing in the charged air. My gaze drops from her eyes to her parted lips, noting how they tremble.
Her scent is so feminine, so maddening. Lust assails me as I rake my eyes over her lush breasts, her narrow waist, her flaring hips – what waits for me between her legs.
I let my hand follow the same path hers had traced only moments ago. When I reach the edge of her lacey undergarment, I glance at her face, a question in my gaze. She nods fervently, a hungry, needy look in her eyes.
Taking delicate care, my fingers slip slowly under the edge of the garment. Leelee lifts her hips and helps me peel the material down her legs, revealing the part of her I yearn to explore. I move down her body reverently, kissing every inch of her skin on my way. I let my lips pay a fervent homage to her round, firm breasts, kissing and sucking on her nipples until they are rose-blushed peaks. I place a soft, reverent kiss on the sweet indent of her navel. Then kiss her hip bone, pulling a small giggle from Leelee’s lips.
A low growl vibrates from my chest as I finally settle between her thighs. I glance up to check on my Leelee – to make sure she isn’t having second thoughts. Her eyes, wide and glazed with anticipation, meet mine. It’s a look that speaks of her unwavering faith in me. It pleases me that she trusts this pivotal moment to my care.
With anticipation and want making my ears buzz, I bring my gaze back to the prize before me. For a long silent moment, I stare, awestruck by her pink flesh, by her soft, glistening folds. I growl, no longer able to form words. I want to tell her she is beautiful, that she is the finest female in the entire universe – to have ever existed. She is formed much like a Cryzorian female. Except pink. So pink. Lusciously pink.
“By Cryzor’s Might, Leelee,” I growl, the choked words barely coherent.
Leelee spreads her thighs wider, running her hands down to frame her center. “Please, touch me, Ravok.”
Euphoria lights within me at her needy plea. I reach out to do as Leelee asked, my gaze flicking between Leelee’s face and the pink folds before me. Her soft curls feel foreign against the hardness of my palm. I look at her face, observing the gentle blush that colors her cheeks and the heavy-lidded look in her eyes. She closes her eyes, her long lashes brushing against her cheeks. As I slowly and softly brush my fingers against her skin, Leelee makes a plaintive, needy whine. The way she arches into my touch lights me up from the inside. With one hand, I gently part her folds, her springy curls tickling my fingers. I groan like a dying beast at the sight that greets me. I press the pad of my thumb to the nub that should give her pleasure and rub it. Leelee makes a keening noise that confirms her pleasure. I slide my thumb down her center and shudder at what I encounter.
“Wet,” I choke out, the sound more of a growl than an actual word. “You’re wet.”
How have I become the luckiest Cryzorian in existence? What could I have possibly done to deserve something like this? To be able to touch a female of this caliber? I was instructed that females produce lubricant when adequately stimulated. Still, I was unprepared for the visceral feeling and realization that I have brought my female such pleasure that she is dripping with her need for me.
When I caress her there again, running my finger gently through her folds. She quivers against my fingers, making soft breathy noises at my touch. I gaze up the length of her body. “Kiss? Can I kiss you here?” I plead.
“Oh, yes, please, Ravok. Please kiss me there,” Leelee says, spreading her thighs wide to me, her voice breathless and needy.
This last light of the waning day filters in through the cabin window, bathing Leelee in an ethereal glow. She is so beautiful it makes me ache. I lick Leelee up her center, from her opening to the button of her pleasure. Her flavor bursts on my tongue and I groan against her flesh. She tastes like nothing I’ve ever experienced before. It is heaven – it unlocks something primal within me. I will never get enough. I want to feast on her.
Cradled by her thighs, enveloped in her heat and warmth, I’m on my knees before Leelee, lost to her. Leaning in, I lave my tongue over her core, tasting her unique essence. Her hips roll and arch beneath me, matching the rhythm of my relentless licks. The sweet sounds escaping her lips echo in my ears, pushing electricity through my veins, fueling my actions. Each taste, each sigh from her compels me to unravel her further, pushes me to bring her more pleasure. There’s a rhythm to her, every shift and sigh in sync with my eager tasting.
My pulse roars in my ears, a feral drum beating in time with Leelee’s rolling hips. I’m working her body toward something explosive, something inevitable. The way she raises her hips in rhythm tells me she isn’t far from her release. I draw her taste into my mouth, committing every note to memory.
Groaning deep in my throat, I feast upon her, each stroke of my tongue eliciting a symphony of sighs and whimpers, each tastier than the last. She arches, her fingers scrambling over my shoulders and head, pulling me closer. I oblige enthusiastically, relishing each shudder that courses through her as I continue.
With every moan I coax from her, I’m lost deeper into this exquisite oblivion she’s pulled me into.
This moment is beyond territory or battles or conquest. It’s just Leelee and me, her taste on my tongue, her pleasure underscoring this new beat of my heart. I forget everything else. With each pant, sigh, and moan, I can feel her nearing the edge.
I need to bring her to completion. It is an imperative that is driving me. Everything else is lost in a haze of intense craving, a singular focus that dominates my every thought, and a compulsion drowning out all else.
The sight of Leelee, my Leelee, beneath me is breathtaking. The fire in her hazel eyes and the deep blush on her cheeks tells me she’s nearing her limit. “Ravok…” she whispers, my name a plea, and I can’t ignore the thrill that runs through me hearing her voice breaking on the word.
“Fingers,” Leelee gasps. “Use your fingers too. Please… I’m so close, Ravok.”
I comply, hesitantly at first, curious of the feeling. I start with one, carefully tracing the slick folds of her body before sliding it partway into her. I thrust it shallowly and slowly, shocked at the clutch of her body on my digit. My imagination paints a vivid image of how she would grasp my cock. I growl, gritting my teeth as Leelee rolls her hips, taking my finger deeper. As I start licking her in time to my thrusting finger, Leelee half-sobs, half-moans, calling out her pleasure.
When I add a second finger, my name becomes a breathless chant on her lips. I glance up her body, where the glow from a nearby lamp illuminates Leelee in a radiance that could rival any celestial body of my galaxy. I am awestruck and my soul flayed open.
Suddenly, Leelee’s body arches like a bow, taut and straining, every muscle strung high in the throes of a climax. A sound, primordial and raw, rips from her throat. I realize that she is screaming my name.
The sensation, the sight, the sound is overwhelming. To know that I brought Leelee such pleasure that she would bellow my name to the ceiling… There has never been a more profoundly gratifying experience in my life. That she allowed me to touch her in such a way is a gift I will cherish forever.
Pride and satisfaction settle heavy in my chest as I watch her. Getting to witness her vulnerability and pleasure is a feeling more profound than I could have ever imagined.
Rising onto my knees, I let my eyes feast on the mesmerizing sight beneath me. Leelee is sprawled out in an alluring disarray, her chestnut curls clinging to her sweaty temples, her hazel eyes clouded with passion. She is flushed, glowing and radiant in her satiation. I have seen many things in the cosmos, but none hold a candle to the sight before me.
From the swell of her breasts to her trim waist down to the shapely curve of her hips, my gaze drinks in every detail.
The sight of her ignites something primitive deep within me, a renewing wave of lust coursing like molten lava through my veins. I suddenly become acutely aware of my own arousal, the thudding pulses of my erection. Yet, my raw hunger is tempered by a deeper longing; I want Leelee – all of her, not just her body but also her spirit, her resilience – her love. My gaze once again locks onto hers and I see the same desire mirrored in the depths of her hazel eyes.
CHAPTER 37
Lily
Panting, I’m sprawled out on the bed with my limbs still tingling from the most intense climax of my life. Sweat dots my forehead, and my heart hammers wildly against my rib cage. Pulsing aftershocks of pleasure sizzle my every nerve ending. I blink my eyes open, the blurred wooden ceiling slowly coming into focus.
Good lord, what in the hell was that? My orgasm felt like an out-of-body experience. I just came like a freight train – all over an alien’s face.
