IRIS

“My sweet Iris,” Alyvos says, and nuzzles the inside of my thigh. I squirm again, but it's not enough. It's never enough. I need his mouth—or his fingers, I'm not picky—back to my clit. I need him to touch me and show me that sensation again. I feel hollow and achy deep between my thighs, as if I'm missing something I've never had. It's the strangest feeling.

Of course, a moment later he rubs one slick fingertip against my clit again, and I forget all about everything but that touch. The air gusts out of my lungs and I'm a moaning, delirious mess as he explores me, teasing and learning my clit and the best ways to touch it. Little light circles seem to be the best, though I love every touch he gives me. It's the circles that make me arch, trying to press harder against his fingers, so full of need I can't stand it. I feel as if I'm going to come out of my own skin. I don't care about the sounds I'm making in my throat—or the sounds my body is making as his fingers glide through my wet folds. I'm addicted to his touch already. Nothing matters but the feel of his fingers teasing my flesh.

Then, I feel his mouth descend, hot and demanding. There's a subtle lick against my folds, and then I hear him groan low. “Kef me, you taste good, Iris. So good. I'm going to lick this pussy for days.” His mouth is on me again a moment later, and his tongue repeats the movements of his fingers from just a short time ago—little circling licks flicking against my sensitive clit, determined to drive me over the edge and make me crazy with need.

It's too much. I lose my grip on the headboard and reach down for his head, desperate to grab on to something. I find his big, curling horns and hold tight as he licks and nuzzles my pussy right toward the hardest orgasm of my entire life.

I come so hard that my entire body clenches tight and I nearly black out from the sheer pleasure of it.

He continues to lick my pussy with that crazily erotic ridged tongue of his. My entire body feels sensitized and I'm whimpering every time he drags the tip over my folds. “You taste so good, love. I've never tasted anything better.”

“Alyvos,” I breathe, over and over again. His name comes to my lips with every stroke of his tongue, and even though I just climaxed, I feel ready practically all over again. “Please. I need you.”

Finally, my alien lifts his head from my pussy and presses a kiss to my thigh. “You want me to wear plas-film? I can get up and get some.”

“What is that?” Dazed, I try to picture what he's talking about. “Condoms?”

“It's a film that covers your skin,” he tells me, continuing to press his mouth to my thigh as if addicted. “So I can't transfer diseases or my seed into your body.”

“So it is like a condom.” When I feel his body move, I realize he's shrugging. “Are you diseased, then?”

“No.”

“Can you get me pregnant?”

“Not without medical assistance, I'm afraid.” His tongue flicks against my skin.

“Then stay with me.” I stroke a hand down his horns, then caress his cheek. “Forget about that and just stay with me. We'll do this skin to skin.”

Alyvos groans. “Keffing love when you say such sexy things.”

I can't help but chuckle. “Is that sexy then?”

“Honestly, everything you say is sexy.” I hear a rustle of fabric and his body shifts against mine. He's undressing the rest of the way. His tail clenches tight along my leg and then moves away. A second later, his weight shifts over me once more, and I feel nothing but glorious, wonderful skin.

I sigh with contentment as his body settles over mine. “You feel so good.”

His hand skims over the length of my back and I realize belatedly that we're floating once more. Oh. At some point I let go of the bed and we're both midair. I slide my arms around him, and when his mouth brushes over mine, I let out a moan because it feels so good.

Alyvos's strong arms hitch one of my thighs around his hips, and I automatically move the other so I'm clasping him tight between my legs. I can feel my hair drifting into my face and my body feels light and airy, and I'm surrounded by the heat of his bigger form. It's fascinating and sexy all at once, and I love when his mouth captures mine once more, as if he can't stand to have us apart in any way at all.

I slide my hand down his stomach, eager to feel him…and run into something strange. Protruding out of his groin is a hard, finger-like appendage, and I flinch away when I run across it. “Um…what's that?”

“A spur?” He nuzzles at my face. “Have you never seen a male naked before, my sweet?”

I bite back the surge of laughter bubbling in my throat, because no man wants to be laughed at when he's naked atop a girl. He just sounds so confident that I'm a blushing, sheltered thing. A virgin, yes. Sheltered, no. “I have. Human men don't have a spur.” Though this does explain why Cat and Fran went into hysterics when we were playing Choices. “What's it for?”

His tongue flicks against my earlobe, his breath hot. “Must it be for something? What is your little clit for?”

He's got me there. I'm having a hard time concentrating with his tongue playing along the shell of my ear. “So it…feels good?” I gasp as he rocks the hard length of him against my grip.

“Not as good as your little bud, but good enough.” He nips at my ear and thrusts into my hand again. “Spread your thighs wider for me, sweet love.”

I do as he asks, and he takes my hand from his cock and moves it to his hip. His mouth captures mine again even as something hard and hot presses against my core. His cock, I realize a scant second before he presses forward.

Tight heat blooms through my body, and it feels as if something very large is being forced into something uncomfortably small. I gasp against his mouth, and he swallows my breath with a kiss. I know that my body will adjust, so I fall into his kiss and let his lips and tongue distract me as I wait for my muscles to relax and allow him in. I knew he would feel big, but I wasn't expecting how taut my own body would feel…or how good the ache of it would be.

His body pushing into mine steals away all thought. I'm lost in the sensation as he kisses me, and Alyvos's first slow, subtle thrust draws me back into my body. I moan against his mouth as he rocks forward, moving a little deeper with slow, steady precision. “Tell me if I hurt you,” he murmurs between peppered kisses. I just sigh. It's impossible to tell him that yes, it hurts, but in all the right ways. That the ache is delicious and just makes me hungry for more. That my body's adjusting to his invasion and little shockwaves of pleasure are jolting through me with every twitch of his body.

I don't say any of that. All I do is moan and cling to him.

“My Iris,” he rasps, and the sound is so sexy and appealing that it feels as if it ripples through me. “Your cunt is so…keffing…tight.”

“Sorry,” I whisper, even though I'm not sorry. I just want to hold on to him and feel this forever. I love the sensations moving through us. I've always known sex would be good, but I just never realized how good.

A laugh barks out of him. “Don't you dare apologize.” I feel him moving over me, his hips pushing against mine in short little bursts. As he does, something hard rubs up against my clit. His finger? No, I realize a moment later—it's his spur.

And then as he thrusts into me, it drags along the side of my clit, sending pleasure spiraling through my body. Oh god.

That was what Cat and Fran were so nuts about.

I can't stop moaning, and he murmurs soft words to me as he strokes deep. He tells me how beautiful I am, how perfect, how good I feel, how much he loves me. I wish I could pay more attention, but the dual sensations of his cock and his spur teasing me in both spots are making it impossible for me to concentrate. I'm lost in sensation, and when another orgasm rips quickly through me, I'm not surprised at all. And when he speeds up, thrusting faster and harder, I climax again.

And again.

By the time he shudders over me and growls out my name as he comes, I've probably climaxed at least four times. I'm exhausted and wrung out, and I've never felt so damn good. Alyvos collapses on top of me and then presses a kiss to my mouth, and his skin is sweaty and sticky against mine, and that feels good, too.

“Hi,” I whisper, loving the feel of his breath tickling my face.

Alyvos nips at my jaw again. “You're incredible.”

I chuckle. “Me? All I did was lie here and come. A lot.”

His nose rubs against mine, and my heart melts a little. “Give yourself credit. You also screamed as you came a lot.”

I smile and hold him closer, and as I do, I realize that even though he's on top of me, I'm not being smothered by his massive size. “Are we still floating?”

“We are. As soon as I can bear to let you go, we should probably strap down so there won’t be any accidents.” He kisses my jaw again, and then my cheek. “I just can't bear to let you go yet.”

I'm okay with that.