Page 39 of Loving the Alien Spy

“No.” The command is low and guttural. “Keep touching me. Please.”

With only the briefest hesitation, she returns her hands to where they were and continues her exquisite exploration. Lindsey traces every ridge down the length of my arms and the furrows between each and every rib along my torso. All of this is a test of my patience and control.

When she coasts her fingers along the waistband of my trou, I catch her hands in mine. There is only so much pleasurable torture I can handle at one time. I kiss Lindsey’s knuckles and offer her what I can only hope is a smile. “We have all the time in the world to explore.”

Her cheeks turn a lovely shade of pink. When I reach for the hem of her shirt and gently tug it upward, I wait for her to tell me tostop. Except, she doesn’t. Instead, she gives me a small nod to continue. Once I’ve divested her of her shirt, I take in her beauty. My heart’s fire is stunning. The black undergarment she wears to conceal her breasts from my view is a stark contrast to the pale shade of her flesh.

I can’t drag my gaze away and, instead, study the gorgeous specimen before me. Lindsey’s breasts are perfectly sized to fit within the palm of my hand. I itch with the need to mold and shape them.

“The gods have surely blessed me with the most exquisite heart’s fire.” I lift my eyes to meet her stare. “No other Bohnari is as lucky as I am.”

She ducks her head, but not before I witness the pleasure my words bring her. I return to studying her. The rapid rise and fall of her chest. The flush of color that covers it. The slightly rounded belly that I suddenly picture swollen with my kit. Just the thought of filling her cunt so full with my seed that she’ll feel it for days makes my cock leak. Unable to resist, I palm her belly. “Before this night is over, my seed will take root, and our son or daughter will begin to grow.”

Lindsey takes a shuddering breath. “The things you say should terrify me, and yet, they don’t.”

“Because you know you are mine and I am yours.” She owns every piece of me. “You were made to take my seed and nurture it. I want to fill you with it—mark you as mine—so every male on this planet knows who you belong to.”

A fierce expression tightens Lindsey’s face and a fire burns in her gaze, but one that is different from the one that burns in mine.“You better be prepared for my mark as well then, because after tonight, everyone will know you belong to me.”

More seed spills from my cock at the pleasure her words draw from me. “I would take your mark and wear it proudly.”

The fire burning inside me flares hotter, and I capture her lips with another searing kiss, branding myself with Lindsey’s flavor. I palm her breast and hate the fabric that separates my skin from hers. As though she, too, wishes for nothing between us, she reaches behind her back, unhooks, and sheds the underclothing.

Beaded nipples the deep color of the lulesh berry make me hungry for a taste. I need to know if they are as sweet as they appear. Without hesitation, I take one in my mouth and feed. My heart’s fire gasps, and the moan that spills from her is the most glorious sound. I learn Lindsey’s flavor, memorizing each note, and breathe in the scent of her and her arousal.

I continue nibbling her sweet flesh as I carefully lower her to the bed and cover her body with mine. Her legs fall open, and I settle in the loving cradle she provides. The heat from her cunt burns my flesh in the most glorious way, but it’s no match for the fire coursing through my veins from the mating fever that’s taken hold of me. My whole body is an inferno of lust and passion. Desire and need. My cock aches with want, but I force it down. This is all about Lindsey and her pleasure. She always comes first.

I trail my lips from her breasts down the swell of her belly, lifting my gaze to hers. Our eyes lock on each other as my quest to wring every ounce of ecstasy from her continues. I swirl my tongue around the small divot, dipping it inside for a quick taste. Her chest rises and falls with great speed, and her racing pulse is visible along the long length of her neck.

Slowly, I reach for the fastening of her trou, and when she does nothing to stop me, I drag them down the length of her legs. With them, I bring the small scrap of fabric covering her cunt. Absent of any barrier, the musky scent of her arousal is strong and heady. I bury my nose in the fur that does nothing to hide that sensitive bud of flesh at the top of her slit.

“Bannik,” Lindsey whimpers, her fingers fisting my hair.

It takes everything I have not to flinch at the name, and for the first time in my life, I hate my father. And through no fault of his own, I almost hate my brother as well. Which means I need to take that hatred and turn it into pleasing my heart’s fire so much she forgets not only my brother’s name, but her own.

I bury my face in Lindsey’s cunt and feast. She tastes incredible. Like a female, but also of her own unique flavor. Her mating fluid is like a wine I once tried during one of my many trips off-planet. It made my head spin and my cock hard. My desire to fuck lasted for days, and even my own hand did nothing to relieve the intense need coursing through my veins. I know that this first time with my heart’s fire will be the same. I don’t think I will ever sate the urgency I have to mate with her. To breed her and fill her full of my seed.

Lindsey bucks and arches beneath me, but I latch on tight to her clit, pulling at the knot of flesh until liquid pours from her cunt and she releases a scream of pleasure. Before she has time to recover, I yank off my trou and position my cock at her entrance. My jaw clenches as I wait until her breathing slows and her eyes finally open to meet mine.

“Are you ready for me, my heart’s fire?”

“Fuck me.”

I don’t hesitate but rather bury myself to the hilt within the tight confines of Lindsey’s body. Nothing has ever felt as good as finally being inside her. Her blunt nails dig into my back, and she rocks her pelvis as though trying to draw me in deeper.

My pace is steady as I thrust in and out. She wraps her legs around me and her heels dig into my ass, urging me to move faster. I claim her lips with mine, plundering the cavern of her mouth with my tongue and matching the rhythm of my cock rocking inside her slick, hot cunt. The need I have for her is otherworldly.

Lindsey meets my every thrust, and the closeness I feel with her surpasses everything. She is perfection. And mine. Faster and harder I move, going deeper each time like I want us to become a single entity. I don’t know where either of us starts or ends. There is no her or me. There’s only us. Melded together in a way that no one can separate.

I reach between us, and it takes only a flick of my finger against her clit for my heart’s fire’s pleasure to erupt once more. Lindsey cries out again, and my roar of pleasure blends with hers while my seed coats the inner walls of her cunt. She milks every last drop from me, and even then, it’s as though I have more to give.

Completely spent, I collapse, taking care not to crush her beneath my weight. Our breathing is harsh in the quiet of her bedroom, our skin damp with exertion. My cock remains semi-hard inside her and twitches as though coming back to life.

I raise my head enough to look down at Lindsey. Her face is flushed, and the small upward curve of her lips makes my chest grow with pride and self-satisfaction that I am the one who brought her to the ultimate peak. Her eyes flutter open, and the smile on her lips grows.

“My mate is pleased?”

She sputters a laugh. “So, so pleased.”