Chapter Eight
The look on Ari’s face as he thought through Sarah’s statement was almost its own form of foreplay. His eyes widened, his mouth dropped open, and then—after a moment—he smiled at her.
Not one of his beaming megawatt smiles. It was a devilish smile. One that made her wonder what he had planned.
His earlier reaction had been strange, though. It was almost as if he’d thought the night was already over. If she had anything to do with it, they’d still be enjoying each other the next day.
His body wasn’t even the most amazing thing about him. The way he used it, the way he seemed to want to feel everything, experience being with her so fully… It was a little intoxicating.
He leaned forward and kissed her again, one hand burrowing through her hair to hold her close, the other going to the small of her back and pulling her toward the edge of the bed. His tongue delved into her mouth, thrusting as vigorously as his cock had a moment ago.
He moved his mouth to her neck and shoulder, then across her chest. He lifted her breasts and massaged them, sucking her nipples, stroking them until the ache between her legs became an intense throb. She’d never had someone get her off just through working her breasts. If anyone could, it would be Ari.
He let out a sound that was half-growl and pressed a kiss to her stomach, then hooked his fingers over the sides of her panties and pulled them down her legs. She fell back onto her elbows. He stared at her pussy for a few moments, his chest heaving with each breath.
How the hell was she working him up so much? And she’d thought that she wasn’t his type. She’d been wrong. Really, really wrong.
He fixed his gaze on hers as he lowered his mouth to the curls between her legs. He pressed a kiss to her, keeping their gazes locked. Then he trailed the backs of his fingers along her slit.
She knew she would be wet, but was surprised when he slid one of his large fingers deep into her, her body accepting him easily. After not having sex for so long, she thought she’d need more of a warm up.
Slow down, Sarah.
She did need a warm up. He was huge, and—wet or not—she wasn’t ready for him.
He sat back, dropping his gaze to her pussy as he used his thumb to part the folds of her flesh. “Stars, you are beautiful.”
A frisson of pleasure snaked through her body that had nothing to do with his hands on her. Okay, it had a little to do with his hands on her. But it was more that she kept getting him to use that odd expression—that being with her was making him lower his shields.
Because, you know, he’s an alien.
She laughed inwardly at her earlier thoughts about his watch. Her imagination had really been running wild.
She turned her attention back to him—what he was doing to her. Anticipation built along with the pleasure he was stoking with his hands. He leaned forward and added his lips to the mix.
She fell back on the bed. As she stared at the tiny white lights above, she let herself sink into the sensation of him. He thrust his finger deeper, kissing her clit, then circled it with his tongue.
Electric arcs of sensation darted out from where they touched, lighting up parts of her that she’d ignored for too long. She brought her feet up to rest on the edge of the bed and trailed her fingertips over his scalp to encourage him.
“I need more before I’ll be ready for you,” she said.
He slowed his movements briefly, his breath hot against her clit. “More?”
“I want you to be able to slide into me,” she said. “I’m still too tight.”
She gasped involuntarily as he withdrew his finger and moved his hand to her hip. He rose up onto the edge of the bed, hooking her thigh over his leg as he easily shifted her entire body back to give himself more room. His cock was already beginning to harden again.
He brought his thumb to her clit, circling it as he watched her face intently, then he slid his finger back into her pussy. Slowly, he added another.
Her breath caught in her chest, her back arcing off the bed. He started to pull away.
“Don’t stop,” she said.
He paused briefly, then thrust his fingers deep.
She let out a sigh. “Oh, stars…”
She managed to catch his gaze long enough to smile at him. He smiled back and his hesitation vanished.
He leaned down to kiss her neck as his hand continued to thrust between her legs, pumping faster, his thumb swirling around her clit. The arcs of electric pleasure were shooting through her nerves faster, more frequently. He bent his head to her chest, somehow balancing on his elbow to not crush her as he lifted her breast against his mouth, sucking her nipple in deep.
That was enough. The energy he’d been building exploded in a white-hot burst of fireworks along her nerves.
Her back arced further, her hips bucking against his hand as he kept thrusting his fingers into her, grinding against her clit with the heel of his hand. She writhed on him, pulling every ounce of pleasure she could from his touch, from his kiss. Heart pounding, body singing, she finally collapsed back on the bed.
He pushed her closer to the middle of the mattress and pressed his chest to hers, his cock rock-hard and prodding her thigh.
“Condoms,” she said.
He looked confused for a moment, as if he was so caught up in the moment that he’d forgotten them. But then he grabbed the box and tore it open, fumbling with the foil packets inside. She picked one up and opened it, rising so that she could help him put it on.
Stars, he’s huge.
She smiled at her own thought, loving both the expression and that using it felt so natural to her.
It didn’t matter if being with him was a short-term thing. She knew she wouldn’t be the same after this. Being with him—in and out of bed—had changed her.
When his cock was covered, she gripped his shoulders and lay back, pulling him with her. He held himself up on his elbows, their chests touching, though he kept his weight from crushing her.
His eyes squeezed shut as he slid into her, slowly parting her flesh. He stretched her so far, her body ached from it in the best possible way.
She was already throbbing around him, ready to go off if he moved even a little. He held himself there for a moment, giving them both a chance to adjust.
“That feels too good,” she said.
“Agreed.” He pressed himself deeper, his hips grinding against her clit. “I’d like to experiment.”
Her stomach flipped nervously. “Experiment how?”
“Different movements. Positions. I want to learn what gives us each the greatest pleasure.”
“Sounds like a noble cause.”
He sat back on his heels, keeping her tight against his cock by holding onto her hips and drawing her up his thighs. She wrapped her legs around his waist, feeling him slide deeper into her. With the pressure off of her clit, her body backed away from the edge a bit, giving her more space to enjoy the feel of him.
Drawing his cock out slowly as she angled her hips away, he moaned, then slid back in. He seemed to be savoring this experience as well. He put his hands under her thighs to help hold her up, pumping faster.
Her core stretched to fit him, tugging on his cock every time he pulled out, her belly filling with pleasure as he thrust himself back in. Heat uncurled through her, building along with the pressure between her legs.
“I’m not going to last much longer,” he said.
She wasn’t either. She slid her hand between her legs, swirling her fingers over her clit. His eyes widened, watching her add to the pleasure he was giving her, slamming into her faster and harder. A final deep stroke sent her over the edge, her back flexing, driving her shoulders down into the mattress as she called his name.
He let out a grunt, then started pounding into her. Her pussy hugged his cock, pulsing around it, coaxing even more out of him. The waves of her climax went on and on.
Finally, he fell forward, catching himself on his elbows to keep from crushing her. His cock was buried so deep, stretching her, filling her. Echoing pulses sounded faintly along her nerves as their bodies calmed. She couldn’t tell which were from her and which from him.
“That was the most amazing union I’ve ever experienced.” He nuzzled her ear, then pressed a gentle kiss against her neck. “Thank you.”
“Anytime. Like, seriously.” She let out a deep sigh and shook her head, feeling herself relax deeply. “That was…”
Ari glanced over at the pile of foil packets next to them. He looked back at her and grinned. “An appetizer.”