Harper
When I awoke and saw Zared sitting in the chair across from the sofa watching me, I knew what was going to happen. It was coming too fast if I gauged it by regular circumstances back home, but no faster than my life had changed to my present reality. Sure, I could heed my sense of propriety and put him off awhile longer, or reject him altogether. But why?
I’d thought about it while I was falling asleep. I really liked Zared and was totally attracted to him. I could see myself falling in love with him---having sex with him. I wanted to feel him deep inside me with his weight pressing down on me and our lips fused in deep kisses the left us both panting.
It was even better than I imagined. I’d never been fucked so hard and so thoroughly as when Zared fucked me. He was magnificent! That was only the first time.
“Aren’t you on duty?” I asked after our second round.
“I am on standby, so to speak. They will com if I am needed, but it’s not likely as we are en route,” he said. “Are you tired of my company already?”
“Not even close,” I assured him and slid my hands to the back of his neck and ran my fingers through his short hair as he lay half over me. His violet eyes sparkled with humor and tenderness, and I didn’t feel one bit of regret for what we had just done---twice. Just thinking about it made my pussy clench. Oh, but he was good! I smiled up at him and we just looked at each other for a time before he lowered his lips to mine for a light kiss.
“Good, because you are my mate now.”
“And you are mine,” I told him.
His expression grew serious as we gazed into each other’s eyes, “As long as I draw breath,” he whispered.
“As long as I draw breath,” I repeated back to him and cupped my hand to his cheek. I knew we still had much to learn about each other but I’d made a powerful ally in the new piece of the universe where I found myself. The fact that he was great in bed and I was completely attracted to him was a bonus. By fucking him, I had made the commitment he wanted. But it seemed like a mutually beneficial arrangement, an offer I couldn’t refuse.
Was I in love with him? I was probably leaning that way at the time, but I’m not going to sugar coat it. I wanted him and he wanted me. There were lots of romance novels about fated mates back home. I’d read a few dozen of them, though I wasn’t naïve enough to think it would happen to me. The way that he was looking at me was so intense and so sincere I dared to hope it could be true. At least I didn’t doubt he believed it, so maybe that would be enough. Anyway, I had just given him my word that would be his mate for the rest of my life. That was as good a reason as any to fall in love with him.
We dozed for a while. Sex with Zared was like a total body work out but with way more endorphins. I awoke sometime later to Zared sucking on my right nipple and stroking my mound. He was taking our mating quite seriously and I sure wasn’t complaining. The moan that escaped my lips was pure bliss.
He kissed his way across my chest and paused briefly to smile at me then continued kissing where he left off. I was content to caress his head and shoulders while he had his way with me, the sensations from his sucking and gently biting my nipple going straight to my core. My whole body started to quiver as he seemed bent on kissing and tasting me everywhere.
When he reached the top of my mound his fingers parted the curls and the outer lips. He paused for few seconds just to look before her kissed the flower of my sex. I gasped and clawed at the bed with my fingers as he settled his lips over it and tongued my clit. The sensation was so exquisite, all I could do was whimper and moan and pant. As he nearly drove me mad with pleasure, he slid a finger or two inside me and sucked gently on my clit.
I let out a scream and came so hard I almost pushed him off the bed. OMG! The things that man did with his tongue! I learned the meaning of ecstasy first hand. Every time I thought my orgasm was finished he tongued my core and I was moaning and squirming against him and squeezing his fingers inside me. When it was finished, I just lay there as Zared crawled back up beside me and pulled me into his arms.
“That was awesome,” I murmured, staring into his violet eyes.
He grinned and kissed me, tasting like, the essence of my sex, but I didn’t mind that.
“You are awesome, solmatu, you are so responsive when I pleasure you.”
“And you do it so well,” I smiled at him and kissed him again. The violet eyes and the fluorescent yellow hair were starting to grow on me as I stared into his eyes. Despite the unusual blue-gray color of his skin, he was gorgeous with his perfect physique---and every bit as well hung as one would expect for a guy of his stature.
I, on the other hand was a little too curvy for my tastes; although I had lost some weight on the crappy food they fed us on the slave ship. On that thought, I felt just a little guilty that I was in the arms of my new mate having great sex, the other women were crammed into the conference room with a bunch of aliens. I was feeling quite a bit better about possibly never seeing Earth again, though.
All feelings of guilt ceased to exist Zared pressed me tightly against him so I could feel his engorged penis pressing against me. I decided it was time for me to pleasure him, a ‘task’ I went about with great enthusiasm.
“My turn,” I told him and urged him to lie on his back. He was very cooperative as I lay with my breasts pressed against the sculpted muscles of his chest and nibbled on his earlobe. We had worked up quite a sweat earlier and his skin was a bit salty and his scent was a mixed of perspiration and his unique essence. I kissed and licked and lightly nipped my way down over his throat to his other ear and lingered there for a while before I settled my lips over his for a hot wet, tongue waltzing kiss. He ran his hands over my back then laced his fingers through my hair while we were kissing. I lingered there extra long because he was very good at it. Eventually, I made my want lower to his well developed pecs and gave special attention to his male nipples with my lips and tongue. The sound of his intake of breath let me know it affected him. While I was exploring his incredible body, I concluded there was no way I could give him a proper blow job because he was so big. But I had a plan.
Zared writhed a bit and groaned as I made my way down his belly toward his swollen cock which was standing tall. I gave it the same treatment I had the rest of his gorgeous body, kissing, nipping, and licking his shaft and then his scrotum and alternately massaging his balls. When I took the head of his cock into my mouth, licking and sucking until I would hear him panting. That was something I didn’t do much of in the past, but I actually liked doing it for Zared. I would need the dislocating jaw of a python to fit him into my mouth to do more than that.
So, when I sensed he was ready, I got on my knees, straddling his hips and lowered my opening down over his cock and impaled myself to the hilt. He was a perfect fit there, and I loved the way it made him groan as I did so. I leaned over him resting my hands on his chest as I rode him and he cupped his hands over my breasts. As I rocked over him, he looked up at me through half closed eyes, a slight smile curving his lush male lips. I think I was smiling too, as I was getting as much pleasure as I was giving.
Neither of us seemed in a hurry to get to that pinnacle, but rather took our time to savor the journey. He went so deep I could feel the head of his cock hitting my womb each time I rocked down over him. It was such a delicious sensation that I hummed with pleasure each time. I could tell by the way he throbbed inside me that Zared was getting close. We both hovered on the brink for quite a while which was sweet torment. Then when he came, pulsing and squirting inside me it sent me into another mind-blowing orgasm
I was totally spent and collapsed on top of him while he still pulsed inside me. Since we weren’t really keeping score, I don’t think he minded that I had had two awesome climaxes to his one, because his was a really good one.
At twenty-eight, I was not all that experienced at sex, but I was not a virgin either. I’d read about sex like this in dozens of romance novels. In lieu of what I had actually experienced, sex like I had with Zared seemed like a myth. It almost made up for being kidnapped my alien slavers---being rescued by a man like Zared.
I quickly pulled my mind back from that last thought because it reminded me not only that I probably could never go back, but my parents would never know what happened to me and I could never tell them. If I thought about it too long I would start crying, and I didn’t want to do that to Zared again.