Chapter Eight
Relek let go of my hand, and I immediately felt the lack of warmth on my skin. But then he moved his hand to my far leg, and ran it up my thigh. Really high up my thigh. His other hand brushed my hair off of my neck on his way to rest it against the back of the couch. I was trapped there under his arms.
And then he kissed me.
His lips were soft yet firm, but his kiss hard and unrelenting. His tongue moved along the seam of my lips, and I opened them, eager to let his tongue meet mine.
Relek pushed his tongue into my mouth, and I couldn’t help but think of other things of his being pushed into me. I ran my hand down his side — I hadn’t realized I had stretched my arms out to him already; when did that happen? I grabbed hold of the waistband of his alien slacks, and pulled him towards me.
My husband started to straddle me, but then pulled back. “No.”
I whimpered. “Did your work just call again?”
“No.”
I looked at him in confusion, especially as his thumb was inching its way between my legs. Talk about sending conflicting messages. Were we finally going to consummate our marriage or not?
“Bedroom. Now.”
That would be a yes, then.
He tossed me over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry, and I let out a squeal. I let out another one when he placed his rather large hand over my butt to stabilize me. I knew he had a large hand because I could feel the warmth of it over a fair portion of my rump, and I had a sizable booty. Seemed like he didn’t mind that, at all.
We went into the bedroom, and he lowered me down onto the edge of the bed. I was surprised he didn’t just dump me in the center of the bed and go right to it, but okay. I didn’t know how bouncy the bed was, anyway.
My heart pounded, anticipating what was going to happen next. I remembered what he looked like in the shower — massive. I was eager for what was to come, but still slightly apprehensive. I had no idea how I was going to get him to fit inside me. None. Apparently we were biologically compatible and could have children, but were we physically compatible? How would this even work?
I was too busy thinking about how it all might work, and the literal physics of it, that I missed his stripping his clothes off. Part of me was surprised at how matter-of-fact he was about nakedness. He saw nothing against walking in his bedroom to get his alarm yesterday — then again, he knew that there wasn’t a webcam on him, and I didn’t. I could handle his nakedness, though. I could handle seeing him walking around in the buff. Especially with that chest, and those hips, and that massive penis jutting out from them. Had it been that big in the shower?
Remembering the shower, I blushed hotly. I then realized he was staring at me, a smirk on his face.
“You want to get naked?” he asked. I wasn’t sure if he knew how blunt that was. I wasn’t sure if I cared.
“Um, sure,” I said, but didn’t move.
“At this rate, it’ll be tomorrow before your clothes come off,” he said dryly.
I blushed. “Um.”
He smiled kindly, and stalked over to me, his cock swinging between his legs as he walked. “Here, let me help.”
He didn’t strip me immediately, though. He put a hand in my hair, and pulled my head to his. He kissed me deeply, trying to make me relax like he had in the front room. I was relaxing, but also being set on fire. My body woke up the more his hands wandered.
I tentatively wandered my hands along his back, feeling his muscles ripple under my fingertips. I ran a hand down his arm, feathering my fingertips along his large forearm. Goosebumps raised on his arm, and I smirked internally, knowing my touch was doing that to him.
He removed a hand from my back and took one of my hands, and brought it down to his bare ass. There were no goosebumps here, just sleek, smooth skin over an extremely trim buttock. I let out a silent thanks to his personal trainer, or whatever they were called on Retere — Relek was fit.
Exploring his trim, fit ass encouraged me. I felt more sexy, and ready to bare my skin to him again. I pulled my shirt over my head, and he helped, tossing it to the side. It landed on a bizarre-looking lampshade, and I couldn’t help but giggle.
“Oh no,” he teased me. “Are you going to start laughing at me?”
“Maybe you should keep my mouth busy with something else,” I flirted with him, and went back to kissing him.
He touched my breasts, reminding me of how he massaged and caressed them in the shower. Which reminded me of what I’d wanted to do in the shower, and never did.
I unfastened my pants, but couldn’t pull them down — not with Relek hovering over me like he was.
“Hands,” he demanded, grabbing one of my hands again and putting it back on his butt. I gave the cheek a squeeze, but pulled back, determined to get my own bottom bared. He snatched my hand one more time, and I let out another giggle at how insistent he was.
“You’re laughing again,” he said, his blue eyes twinkling. He put a hand under my armpit and hauled me to my feet, close to his chest, then used his other hand to yank my pants and undies down to my knees with one hard pull. Relek followed that up with a sharp spank on my now bared butt. “Do you need to be punished for laughing?”
I paused, feeling the heat from the impact turn into a glorious tingle between my legs. I wanted more of that.
Holy hell, I was considering it.
“Are you receiving me?” he asked me, and I blinked, trying to get what he meant. It took a second, what with the tingling between my legs and my ass on fire.
“I get what you’re saying,” I finally replied, and pushed my butt out a bit. Would he take the hint?
Whap!
Yep, he did. I danced from one foot to another, which was difficult with my arms around my husband. “Maybe not so hard,” I admitted.
I looked up to see his reaction to my words. He raised an eyebrow.
“Do you really think you should be dictating how a punishment should go?”
Well, it was for fun, wasn’t it? Or did I get the impression wrong?
Apparently the impression I was going to get was that of his hand on my rump, as another spank landed with a loud smack. Ouch! Although, I thought he had not swatted me as hard this time. It still set my skin and hormones on fire, and I wanted more. Wanted him.
“On the bed, buckaroo,” I told him, trying to turn us around so he could land on the bottom when we hit the bed.
Apparently he also didn’t think I should be on top. Relek was controlling in bed, and I was loving every minute of it.
“Lay down,” he ordered, still standing next to the bed.
Darn, I guessed the spanking was over. Too bad, because if he kept that up, I wouldn’t have been surprised if I came from that alone. And if he touched me during it? Rwrrr. I was loving this being-married thing. I flopped on the bed, on my back, and before I could be shy, spread my legs for him.
“On your seneres,” Relek told me. I didn’t hesitate before flipping over. Sure, I had never heard of a seneres before, but I could figure out context easy enough. Stomach. Or chest. Something to that extent.
He crawled on the bed next to me, and I could feel that the alien mattress didn’t even depress from his sizable weight. It was still cushiony soft, but I felt no movement from his position change. I tried bouncing up and down on the bed, trying to see how the mattress worked.
“Oh, that’ll come,” Relek promised me, and I tingled more between my legs. Did… did he just make a double entendre? Was that intentional?
My husband hand came down on my butt cheek again, but this time softly, just his fingertips lightly running over my skin. I still jumped and stiffened, having expected another spank. He chuckled just as lightly as his touch, and make small circles with his fingers on my sensitive skin. I was sure it was beet red back there — it had to be, after getting spanked some. And yet I wanted more. I arched my back, trying to get him to touch me more, touch me between my legs.
He cupped one cheek in one enormous hand palm near the top, fingers following the curve down to my leg. His thumb rested in my crack, and I hadn’t realized how sexy that touch could be. How sexy it could be having him touch my bottom at all, really. I mean, I knew guys liked my butt — Sir Mix-A-Lot taught us that. But there was a difference between knowing it and feeling it. Feeling him touching me. Feeling him caressing me. Feeling him massage me. Feeling him—
Ooh!
—spank me.
My hips lifted of their own accord, trying to encourage him to spank me again. Naughty hips. It hurt, damn it, why would I want more? Relek brought his hand down again on the other cheek, setting the nerves there on fire, and I told my hips to enjoy the punishment they so rightly deserved. But it wasn’t enough.
Five, six more times he spanked me, my hips lifting off the bed towards him, reaching out for him. The tingling between my legs had turned into a fire. I could feel that I was sopping wet, but it was doing absolutely nothing to put out my desire. I separated my knees, parting my thighs, hoping he would get the hint. Hoping he would put his hand between my legs, feel the heat radiating not just from my bottom, but from my pussy. Hoping he would see how wet I was for him. For my husband.
I groaned involuntarily when he spanked me again, ignoring between my legs.
“Did you want something?” Relek asked politely, his hand nowhere near me. Nowhere near any part of me.
I hadn’t realized that I had grabbed a pillow and shoved my face in it, but I pulled it out and turned to face him.
Okay, yeah, he had noticed me. He was staring intently between my legs, a gleam in his eye that was more intense than the one he had while spanking me. I waggled my hips, and watched his jaw clench before swallowing.
He ignored me again, though, and leaned over to the nightstand. What the hell? Was his work calling him again to interrupt us?
Relek fumbled with a device there, and I heard him mutter, “Now I understand their ‘honeymoon’ concept. No interruptions for days.” He came back to me, and rolled me onto my back. “I turned it off. No one will bother us tonight.”
It may not be an entire honeymoon week unplugged, but I’d take what I could get.
“Where were we?” I asked, shifting my butt on the bed, trying to get it comfortable. While the alien blankets were soft, not scratchy, my weight on my just-spanked ass caused it to be tender.
He lifted my knees, separating my legs, and settled between them.
Relek’s legs pinned my right leg in place. His left arm stretched across my body, his hand keeping my left thigh from moving. This opened up my groin, leaving my crotch fully open for his right hand to explore. And explore the fingers did. He captured my mouth with his, and matched kissing me with stroking my sex.
My husband alternated between inserting a finger into my moist heat and rubbing my button between his fingers. I hated every time he left one, but then he went to the other, and I loved it. Relek left both alone, and moved his hand down to cup my bottom. I felt the wetness from his fingers on my skin, cooling the fire from the spanking. The thought of getting turned on from the spanking, and from his touch, turned me on even more, and I could feel myself get even more wet.
Relek squeezed my rear. “I love your ass,” he groaned, breaking off the deep kiss to smooch a line of kisses to my ear. He nibbled on my earlobe. “And I love how wet you are,” he whispered, huskily, inserting one, then two, then three fingers deep inside me.
My hips rose up off the bed of their own accord. Deeper he plunged his fingers, angling them to hit my G-spot.
“Relek!” I screamed as he brought his thumb into action on my clit. Round and round the thumb went, the fingernail lightly scraping my button, his other fingers pressing on my spot to give me the orgasm I wanted.
I looked my husband in the eyes, desperation and need warring with love. We waited to do this together — I wanted to come with him, not without. Oh God, I was so close, right on the edge.
Relek pulled his hand out, yanked his slacks down, and entered me without looking away.
I bit my lip as Relek entered me in one searing thrust.
“So...tight,” he groaned in my ear, and moved so both his arms were braced on the wall above my head. I was totally pinned to the bed, by… well, five points. Each arm went to either side of my head, his legs trapping my feet in place, and my center pierced by his penis. This... did not suck. At all.
His moved his hips back and forth, slowly coming in and out of me. I appreciated the slow strokes, but knew they wouldn’t last. Hoped they wouldn’t last, either.
Sure enough, he quickly ramped up the thrusting, and within seconds he was pounding in and out, drilling me with his large dick.
I loved every second of it.
The angle was massaging my insides perfectly, rubbing right along my g-spot. It was delicious. His hot breath came out in spurts on my neck, and I knew he was completely lost in sensations, enjoying the ride, letting the alien within take control and have his wild way with me.
Rawr.
With a shuddering sigh, he came, wrapping me up in a tight hug that sent my body in a matching orgasm.
We clutched each other close, our bodies spasming with pleasure, as our shared orgasms joined us in marital bliss.
Relek eased himself out of me, and I glanced down as he cleaned up quickly before cuddling me to his chest. Holy hell. I knew he was big — I had seen it, had felt it — but holy crap. That was inside me? And it fit? I was impressed, both with him, and with me.
I had a pleasant ache, from both his cock piercing me, and from the spanking he had given me. My husband had claimed me, and we had consummated our marriage. Without interruptions, too, this time.
We crawled under the covers, keeping in contact with each other. We still had a lot to figure out. We had to figure out my place in this world. I could help with the public relations of the Earth women on the planet, and make sure that whatever crime happened here, didn’t negatively get translated back to the media on Earth. We could make that work. We could make my disaster of a job back on Earth into an advantage here.
And it would be a we, not a me. I wasn’t in it alone anymore. I had Relek to help me. It wasn’t me not being self-sufficient. I simply didn’t have to do things myself. I didn’t have to figure out my career myself. I didn’t have to take care of my own urges. Heck, I didn’t even have to shower by myself. I had a husband that that wanted to help me with all of it.
As Relek rolled on top of me, ready for another round, I smiled. He wanted to help me, and I wanted to help him. We were in this together.
And that was rather fortunate.
THE END