Jake and I walk hand-in-hand through the streets of our city to get back to our apartment, and people congratulate us as we walk by. My dress sways in the wind of cars rushing by, and the odor of exhaust is mixed with the aroma of coffee wafting out of Morgan's shop as we pass it. I glance around at the tall buildings and colorful window displays and realize everything is now being seen from the eyes of Jake's wife. When we get to my building and into the elevator, I lean against my strong alien mate as he wraps his arms around my waist. "I'm so happy, Jake."

"Me too, honey." He raises his eyebrows at me as the doors begin to open, and I chuckle when he lifts me off my feet to carry me over the threshold of our home.

He doesn't stop walking until we're in my bedroom, and he sets me on my feet gently. My breathing is shallow as I stand across from Jake, and he smiles as he slides his tie from around his neck. He says, "I've been fantasizing about being with you since we first met."

I recall how I thought the fire in his eyes I saw that first day was anger. His burning gaze has returned, and I now know it was pure desire. The same kind of desire that is making me tremble with anticipation. I turn my back to him and ask, "Unzip my dress?"

Jake steps close, and his breath is warm on my neck as he tugs the zipper down slowly. I'm not wearing a bra under my gown and his hands are hot on my skin as he slides the shoulders of my dress down. It falls to the floor with a whoosh of silk fabric, and I step out of it before I turn to face my husband. He lets out a sigh at the sight of me in only a thong. "My god, Hannah. You are so beautiful."

I smile. "And you're overdressed." I move closer to him and tug on the tuxedo studs that hold his shirt together. When I reveal his firm chest, I place my hands beneath the stiff cotton and slide my palms over the hard ridges of his muscles before I push his shirt off his shoulders. He yanks his shirt out of his pants and lets it fall to the floor. His slacks follow quickly, and I gaze down at his erection before he lifts my chin with his finger and kisses me.

The heat of his body as he presses against mine makes me want to feel all of him, and I reach behind my husband to grip his firm back. I let out a moan when he releases my mouth and begins to flutter kisses down my neck. When he gets to my breast, he sucks in my nipple and nips lightly. I pant out, "Jake."

He moans his appreciation as he spends time fondling and licking me, creating shockwaves of pleasure that race to my core. Jake stops abruptly to turn me and press his stomach against my back. His firm cock is hard on my bottom as he slides a hand between my legs. He kisses my neck and whispers, "I'm going to memorize every inch of your delectable body." He drags his tongue up my neck toward my ear, and I quiver when he slides his fingers beneath the silk fabric of my panties and between my slick folds. When he rubs over my clit I let out small noises I can't contain. I arch my back as I inhale deeply and let out a shaky breath. "Jake. I need you."

He nudges me forward toward the bed, and the mattress sinks beneath my knees as I climb on it. He lets out a low, deep noise from the back of his throat as he drags my thong down my legs, and when it's off he flips me onto my back. His grip on my thighs is rough as he pushes them apart and latches onto the juncture between my legs greedily as if he's starving for me. He laps and sucks to the point I'm squirming from his ministrations. Sensations of ecstasy rush through me like a freight train as my desire becomes just as frantic, and I thrash beneath him as my orgasm takes over.

I begin to come down when he moves to lie next to me, and Jake's strong hands grip my hips to roll me on top of his body. "I want to be inside you, Hannah. Put me there."

Uncertainty washes over me. I don't want to do the wrong thing. "I—"

"You're going to make me yours as I make you mine."

I get up on my knees and place myself over his groin. Jake takes his cock and slides along my opening. "Guide me, and feel it, honey," he says.

I gaze down at the man who loves me more than I could have imagined. He's taught me how to feel deeply and break through the barriers that hold me back from what I want. I take hold of his dick and lower onto it. His thickness stretches me as my sensitive flesh wraps around it, and I seat him deep inside my channel. "Oh, god."

"That's it, make it feel good."

I move in a way that makes Jake's cock rub against my g-spot, and another climax begins to build. "So good." I mewl as Jake rocks his hips up to meet me each time I move. White-hot pleasure builds until it numbs my thoughts and fills every cell of my being. When it's almost too much, I throw my head back and cry out.

My core flexes and quakes around Jake, and his thrusting becomes erratic as he utters the sounds of his language. I keep moving until he too cries out with the guttural sound of his release. When he stills, I lower my chest to his and he wraps his arms around me so that our bodies are melded together as one.

The heat of his alien touch gently strokes my heart and fills my soul with a joyous glow. Jake says, "I never want to leave your arms, Hannah, and I promise I'll never leave your heart."

I squeeze my arms tighter around his body, and the faint scent of our combined musk fills my nose as I let out a sigh of happiness. I think about the final painting I wouldn't let him see. It's so beautiful that tears come to my eyes as I think about it.

"Hannah? What's wrong?"

I remember when he found me in my studio crying because I was sure I'd lose my show and ruin my career. I thought I had to let him go, but Jake showed me the only thing standing in the way of my dreams was me. When he gave me his music to listen to, he helped me open up my heart and feel. Enough that I was able to let my emotions out and put them onto my canvas. I smile through my tears. "Nothing." I kiss him tenderly. "I can't wait for you to see my final painting, because then you'll understand." Jake kisses the top of my head and I nestle into him to bask in the aftermath of our lovemaking.

Champagne glasses clink as a waiter sets them out to be filled. I gaze around at Miranda Johnson's gallery, full of my paintings. The lighting is nothing short of perfection, and there is nothing more that could be done to present my work any better. I notice the willowy figure of Miranda with her flaming red hair piled high in a sleek style that fits her glamorous look. Nerves made my palms damp with sweat, and I slide them over the hips of my dress as I walk toward the smiling woman. I say, "Everything looks amazing, but I expected nothing less."

"Did you notice how many of your paintings have already sold?" asks Miranda.

I nod. "It's incredible. You have very generous clients."

"I have to tell you, you've received some outrageous offers on the painting you want to keep. Are you sure you won't sell it?"

I shake my head. "Never."

"Very well," she says, and she glances past me toward the door.

I turn and see Jake. "Excuse me," I say as I rush over to him. I lift up on my tiptoes to kiss him quickly and grab his hand.

He chuckles and says, "I'm not sure who's more excited to see your final piece."

I lead him over to the painting, and when he sees it he lets out a small gasp. It features a senior couple. The man is slightly behind the woman with his arms wrapped around her waist. She's gazing into his eyes with a smile that glows beneath her time-worn face, and his eyes are the warm brown of Jake's, and the glassiness gives the viewer the impression he's so moved by their love he's tearing up.

"Do you like it?" I ask as I place my hand on the small of my husband's back. He gazes down at me and his eyes shine with moisture that mimics the painting. "I love it." He lifts me up off my feet and kisses me hard before he sets me back down, and tears spring to my eyes. He sniffs before he says, "It's perfect."

"It's the way you make me feel." I dab my fingers in the corners of my eyes to keep my mascara from running.

He smiles and takes my hands to squeeze my fingers tight. "You may not be an alien who can get inside me, but somehow you saw what was in my heart anyway."

"Because you showed me how. I love you, Jake."

"I love you too, Hannah." He glances at the painting. "And I will until the end of time."