Alien Holiday by Tracy Lauren

Chapter 23

Lo

Resa looks at everything in my room with curiosity and amazement. For the most part it’s fairly rustic, but to him even the rustic stuff is far more advanced than the cave life he’s been living. I mean, I’ve got a fireplace, chairs, a table…a bed. Which he is staring at.

“Look comfy?”

His eyes meet mine and he nods. I feel a bit shy for some reason—like a virgin on her wedding night. Then I remember the ceata he made me.

“Oh let me…” I hurry to brew some for the both of us, luckily my kettle was already hot. “Smells yummy,” I tell him over two steaming mugs. He’s still looking around the room like he’s the one on an all new planet. “This is a lot, huh? Tell me if it’s too much.”

Resa gives me a serious look. “You will never be too much.”

Those words soothe my heart.

“Tell me about your tree,” he says, inching closer to inspect the string of lights. That reminds me of the ornaments Gabby made me. Resa and I can still decorate together! I let out a squeal of excitement and he chuckles as I rush to retrieve the gift bag.

“Decorating is a very important tradition,” I tell him seriously and his lips quirk up into a smile.

“Something families do together?”

I nod, happily passing Resa a glass ball. “One of my closest friends made these for me.”

“I like the feathers.”

I nod. “Very pretty. They also represent the family I left back home.” I tilt the ornament, showing him the little scroll. “This one is for Yesenia—my youngest sister.” I pull another out. “This one is for…ah, what a coincidence. This one is for Veronica—she’s my older sister. It goes: Veronica, me, Yesenia, and then Antonio—the baby. My dad didn’t want to stop until he had a boy,” I explain.

“Boy or girl, any child is a blessing.”

My heart skips…would Resa want kids some day? “I guess it’s a machismo thing…or maybe an Earth thing. I don’t know. Men always seem proud when they have a boy.”

Resa gently takes hold of my fingers. “Your father is proud of you as well—he must be.” The way Resa says it is as if he couldn’t fathom the idea of any alternative. I grin, feeling a bit teary talking to him about my family. If this is it for me, if he’s the one and Resa and I live happily ever after, I’ll never get to introduce him to my parents. That’s a sad thought.

“My dad was proud of me, Resa, and he still would be if he knew about all I’ve been through and overcome.”

He nods. “Good.”

Resa takes an ornament from me, holding it up so I can read the scroll to him. “Abuelita Carmen.”

“The one that makes you cry?”

I chuckle. “It’s her recipes I’m crying over. I love both my abuelas, but I’ve always been a little closer to Carmen. She’s a tiny woman—that’s what the ita means at the end of abuela. She’s probably not quite five feet tall.” I hold up my hand to give him an idea and Resa’s eyes go wide.

“That must be where you get your…challenges from.”

“Challenges?”

Eyes still wide, he holds up his hand to show me how tall I am. “Your abuelita is here, but you are only here. That is not much difference.”

Laughing, I give Resa a playful shove. “Are you calling me short?”

“There’s a saying amongst my people: one needn’t speak what the world already knows.”

I shove him again. “Just because you’re a giant…” Resa laughs with me and I admire his smile. He frowned so much the first day I met him, but every day since there have been less and less pouty scowls coming from the man. I watch him as he carefully hangs abuelita’s ornament.

When they’re all hung we stand back to admire our work. The fire is crackling and the light in the room is warm and filled with holiday magic.

“It’s beautiful,” he says. And I agree. It might not be a pine tree, but we still managed to bring Christmas to Elysia.

“It feels really good to share it with you.” Really, really good.

Resa’s eyes grow troubled. “I’m sorry…I was afraid of change. I shouldn’t have been.”

“Of course you should have been. Change is scary. Leaving behind the past can be terrifying. I know that for a fact.”

“It is different for you, you left behind a happy life. But up on that mountain, there isn’t anything for me. There hasn’t been for years.” Resa shakes his head. “It’s louder here. More crowded. I don’t understand many of the things I’ve seen your people do—”

“The yoga?” I chuckle.

He shrugs. “Even still, I should have flown down the mountain the first time I saw your ships. Or any one of the thousand times I watched you all going about your business here— living life, building a community…”

Resa looks troubled by the wasted time. But I don’t think it would have been as easy as all that. I imagine he was scared of change and the consequences that could have been associated. He didn’t know how we would have reacted to his presence. “Luckily we met and you had a chance to see we aren’t all that bad.”

Resa pulls me close, his lips inches from mine. “Lo, you aren’t that bad.” I gasp in surprise and my alien grins. “You are wonderful.”

“You’re such a Grinch.” I close the distance between us.

Resa’s lips feel so right and we move together like we’re dancing a dance for the thousandth time, like we’ve always known each other, like our lives have been leading up to this very moment. His fingers dig into my hair and he deepens the kiss. Passion swells in my chest and my heart goes wild. I let my hands roam over his body—he feels so damn good.

I push him toward the bed and he doesn’t shy away. His arms lift me up and for a second it feels like I’m flying, then my back is on the comforter and Resa is over me. I begin tearing at my clothes. He helps.

His attire is far easier to rip away—not that his loin cloth was doing much to hide his massive hard-on. Then, we’re both naked. My eyes devour his body. I’m so hungry for this. “I want you.” I don’t want to waste another second, I want Resa inside of me. Seems like he has more patience, however, because he hikes my legs over his shoulders and descends on my pussy. I scream out in ecstasy. “Your tongue feels so damn good. Eres un dios.”

I’m gasping. The way he eats me… I’ve never been with a man so enthusiastic about this before. And he’s moaning like my pussy is the best thing he’s ever tasted in his life. He’s going to spoil me, I think to myself. Let him…

He dips his fingers in and out, teasing me, but he wants his tongue taking the lead. I can tell Resa doesn’t want to waste a drop of my wetness and I’m on the edge when I start begging for his cock.

“Resa, please… I want more. If you’re ready?”

“I am ready to make you mine.”

I tug at his shoulders and he obliges, wiping at his mouth.

“Oh no you don’t,” I pull his hand away and take his kiss. “I like the way I taste on your lips.”

His breath quivers and together we frantically align his thick cock with my core. God bless alien dick. He’s dark and thick, tapered more than a human penis with more girth mid shaft, and bumps around the base. His member was made for giving pleasure. My eyes go wide as he slides inside of me…the deeper he goes, the more he stretches me. I realize I’m staring at his cock penetrating me and I look up, only to find him watching my expressions changing. He thrusts suddenly, just once, and my pussy lips hit the base of his cock. Resa is filling me. Both of us are gasping for air and I put my hand on his chest, eager to know if his heart is pounding as hard and fast as mine is right now. And I feel it.

“Make me yours, Resa,” I whisper, tugging at his hips. Slowly he pulls out, only to thrust forward once more. The girth differences along the shaft of his penis intensify the sensations and it isn’t long until I’m screaming his name, digging my nails into his shoulders, and listening to the sound of his balls—wet with my arousal—slapping against my body. Holy fuck, this guy is so damn…

“Oh, fuck me, I’m going to cum, Resa!” Hell, I might faint. His fingers twine in my hair and he leans in, teeth digging into my neck like he’s trying to force me into submission. It’s so fucking hot, I start cumming, my pussy spasming around his thick piece. I can tell Resa likes it and he lets out an animalistic growl as his own orgasm begins to rock him. Hot seed fills me and eventually Resa collapses. I like the feel of his weight on me. I like the idea of him in my bed. And I like the thought of him never leaving. We lie there quietly for a long time, enjoying the moment, his fingers playing with my hair. Mine trace the scales on his shoulders.

“Merry Christmas, Resa.”

“Merry Christmas, my mate.”