Tamed By The Alien Barbarian by Celeste King
Candi
Icould feel a burning desire for Jaxil lighting itself between my legs. Our lips continued to kiss lightly. At times barely brushing against each other, then pressed together as our tongues sought their counterpart. His hand ran through my hair or caressed my cheek. I could feel him getting hard.
Yet, I am who I am.
“You know,” I said between kisses, “I’m not that confident about this merger idea…”
He stopped kissing me abruptly.
“You don’t want to marry me?” he asked. He looked like a boy who’d just had his puppy taken away. It was sweet.
“Of course I want to marry you,” I said. Then, as he came back for another kiss, I added. “But exactly how financially stable is your company? Exactly how will the blending of resources and capital work? And what about employees, because…”
I trailed off. He was giving me a look I didn’t quite know how to interpret.
“You want to discuss that… now?” he asked.
“I guess you never thought about how much finances turn me on?” I asked.
“Stay here a moment,” he said. Then he went inside the penthouse.
I turned around and leaned over the rail, enjoying the view. You could see the whole city from his veranda. I glanced higher up, toward the stars that were just coming out. My eyes had just landed on Mars when I felt something poking me from behind. I knew instantly it was Jaxil’s member, firm and long and desiring.
Then a small tablet screen appeared in front of me as Jaxil reached around to show me something.
“Here,” he said softly.
I took the tablet and looked at it. As I did so, Jaxil kept his pelvis pressed up against me. He also pulled my hair aside and began gently kissing the back of my neck and ears. So it was a little hard to concentrate on the table at first.
The screen was a list of numbers and line items. I realized that it was the top sheet of Consolidated Mining’s annual budget. I scrolled to the bottom as Jaxil’s lips and tongues continued to find soft areas to caress and kiss.
“Holy shit,” I exclaimed when I saw the total.
“Satisfied?” he asked, his voice low and rumbly in my ear. His hands were working their way around my waist. One slipped under my shirt and up to my breasts.
“Here’s what I think of those numbers. And you,” I whispered. And I slid his other hand into my pants and below the waistline of my panties to where he could feel my wetness.
“You are satisfied,” he purred.
“Well. I think I’m definitely about to be,” I purred back.
He took his hands and turned me to him. We kissed. Deeply. Passionately. The foreplay was over and our passion to unite was unstoppable, now. I tossed the tablet in the general direction of some furniture, hoping it would land softly there.
Meanwhile, as we kissed, our lips and tongues making promises that the rest of our bodies would soon keep, I tore him out of his shirt. I let him kiss my neck and ears as I studied with ongoing awe the hard, chiseled definition of his torso. I ran my hands over the tough grooves of his muscles until they came to his belt. In a quick motion, I had it off. I think it tossed it over the side. All I knew was how badly I wanted his cock. Everything else was irrelevant.
And a moment later, I’d stripped him off his pants and it was out and in my hands. Warm, hard, ready.
“Jaxil… I need you inside me,” I whispered. He’d already stripped me of my shirt. Now, as he took off my pants, I undid my bra and threw it aside. The cool evening air hit my breasts and gave me goosebumps. I gently pinched my nipples as they seemed to perk up in yearning for him.
Jaxil was on his knees, slowly removing my panties. As he got them over my feet, he looked up at me with eyes full of mischief. I spread my legs for him. He put his head between my knees and slowly moved up. The tips of his horns teased the inside of my thigh and made me gasp with desire. Then his mouth was on me.
I pressed his head forward, urging his tongue to explore deeper as shockwaves of excitement rippled through my body. I let out little gasps and whimpers of pleasure. I could feel the itch deep inside me that only needed to be scratched more the more he licked and kissed at my clit and lower folds.
“Fuck, Jaxil…” I moaned.
He took his mouth from me. I let out a moan of disappointment. But he wouldn’t let me be disappointed. Still on his knees, he put his hands on my hips and turned me from him. I leaned over the rail, out into the night.
The first spank he gave me was gentle. Little more than a pat that sent little ripples of pleasure and pain through my ass. Then he went harder. With each slapped, I moaned or yelped with passion. And just when it seemed I couldn’t take any more of it, he entered me. His cock slipped inside my pussy and plunged itself deep, filling me completely.
“Yes,” I called out. I reached back and grabbed his ass, pushing him up against me. He rolled his hips and I could feel him deep within me, moving, touching every hotspot along my inner walls. “Shit…” I hissed with impressed glee.
“You feel so good,” he said, leaning close, his breath hot on my neck.
“You fill me perfectly,” I told him. I looked back and we kissed hungrily.
That was all he needed. He began to rock his hips harder, thrust with a little more power. Drilling me like I was full of precious ore he needed. And I was happy to be plundered. Each time he thrust, the sensation of it ricocheted through my body, into my toes and my nipples, yanking me one step further up the rung toward my climax.
“I want to see you,” I said.
Without a word, he obliged. He was out of me one moment, then turning me to face him, and back inside almost without missing a beat. I gave a cry of delighted, surprised passion. He established a quick, even rhythm that I countered with rolling hips and gentle squeezes around his cock here and there.
We couldn’t keep our hands or our mouths off of each other. It seemed we needed to have every parts of ourselves touching. My mouth was on his chest, his nipples, while his hands moved from my breasts to my still slightly-sore ass. Then we were kissing, then my hands were on his butt cheeks, guiding him, orchestrating the thrusts he was delivering to me.
Soon, it was impossible to tell where one of us ended and the other began. Our rhythm became the motion of one creature. Our breathing seemed to be synced. His exhale was my inhale, then the opposite, then we breathed together. It was as though we were making love not just with our bodies, but with the very air between us.
I was feeling a powerful pull all throughout my skin. It was more than just the ecstasy of our sex. It was, I was sure, the genetic call of our match. Every cell in my body seemed alert to every cell in his. This was more than sex. This was a merger. And the more we became one, the closer we moved toward our shared orgasm.
It was as though the entire universe swirled around us as the pace of his thrusting increased. I could feel him building toward his eruption as I cascaded toward mine. Like dominoes falling faster and faster. There was nothing between us. Every part of him merged with every part of me and when he exploded into me I came with an orgasm that I was sure might have knocked the Earth off its axis.
One orgasm followed another, like the aftershocks from an earthquake. I didn’t think my body could take anymore when the final one subsided. My toes were weary from it. My hair seemed to still be vibrating.
Slowly, we were becoming two people again. But the union we’d just established I knew could never be broken.
We were matched. Joined. In love. Now and forever, until the stars themselves burnt out.
