Jaxar

Jaxar:

The white fabric clung to his mate in the most alluring way, made translucent by the rain.

"Why are you staring at me like that?" his mate asked.

"I'm torn between needing to make you warm and dry and enjoying your appearance," he said honestly.

Vanessa pushed back her wet hair and licked her lips. She unbuttoned the blouse and Jaxar could not take his eyes away from how her nimble fingers danced over the buttons until the fabric slid to the floor. She pushed down the trousers, revealing a white lacey undergarment that stretched over the curves of her ass. Jaxar growled with appreciation.

Rain pounded on the cottage's roof and pelted against the windows. The lights flickered. He knew he should prepare emergency lighting or put his mate in a hot shower while they still had power, but he could not take his eyes off her. She unfastened the brassiere and tossed it to the floor. He approved. Hooking her fingers into the waistband of her panties, she pushed them down a fraction.

"Let me," he said, gently brushing her hands aside and slowly peeling down the wet fabric. He loved the contrast of his plum fingers against her warm tan. She glowed under the lights. Leaning in, his lips nearly touching her, he asked, "May I?" "Yes," she breathed.

He planted a kiss on the curve of her hip. With the softest towel he could find, he carefully dried every part of her, licking and tasting as he explored her. No part was without its charm, from the softness of her belly to the inside of her elbow that made her giggle and squirmed. He liked that, very much so.

He licked her light brown nipples, appreciating the way they pebbled under his touch. Vanessa moaned and moved his hands to her breasts, demonstrating how to gently squeeze and knead. Fascinated, he watched her reaction as he learned to touch her.

Thunder shook the small building and the lights flickered once before plunging them into darkness.

Vanessa:

Rain obfuscated the lights of the city, blurring them into shapeless forms that sparkled against the glass. She hadn't experienced this kind of weather in so long; she didn't mean to jump at a clap of thunder. Jaxar paused, his face pressed to her stomach, apparently fascinated with her belly button. "Are you well?"

"I'm fine, but I can't remember the last time I was in a thunderstorm like this. It's nice. Atmospheric." It almost felt like Earth, strangely but understandably so. Much of Sangrin was similar-same size planet, same size people-but the design aesthetic was just off enough for occasional discord. Color combinations considered complementary were different and flavor profiles of food took her by surprise, like biting into what looked like an apple to find it had the texture and taste of mango.

Vanessa ran a finger down the nearly invisible seam of the tunic. The fabric parted. "You're wearing too many clothes," she said.

He pulled off his shirt and tossed it to the floor in a wet heap.

"Wait. Slow down. I want to enjoy this," she said, placing her hands on his abdomen. She skimmed her hands over him, appreciating his ridges and angles. The tattoos across his chest glowed silver and amber in the dark. Every part of him felt warm and firm, hard with just enough give. "I only get to undress my husband for the first time once."

She wished she could see him clearly, but touch was good. Touch was very good.

Fumbling in the dark, she unfastened his trousers and pushed them down. He wore tight-fitting boxer briefs, the shape of them outlined against his glowing tattoos. She kneeled, loving how the fabric strained at the front. Tugging them down, his cock sprang free.

Glorious.

Thick and magenta at the leaking head, ridges ran down the sides. She had felt them before and could not wait to feel them moving inside her.

She tugged on his balls, eliciting a groan, before she gripped him firmly at the root. She never had a chance to truly appreciate his member and taste him. Glancing up through her lashes, she saw he held his breath.

"I've been wanting to do this for a long time now," she said, before licking the head of his penis. Salty and rich, his flavor burst on her tongue.

Van worked his length with one hand and swallowed as much as she could. His hands rested on her head, his fingers rigid as if he were afraid to pull her hair. Her tongue swirled around the head and he groaned, his fingers finally digging in. He pumped into her mouth, fucking her face. She reached down, touching herself.

Jaxar pulled away, grabbing her hand and yanking her to her feet. He stared down at her, his pupils black and his fangs bared. "Mine," he snarled and licked her fingers clean.

Her eyes rolled back. That should not have been hot, but it was. God, it was.

"Not yet," she whispered.

Growling, he scooped her up and carried her the three steps to the bed before tossing her down. She landed with a bounce and scrambled back. He loomed over her, large in the dark and glowing with alien symbols and patterns. Her husband.

"I see you, Vanessa."

She had been in this position before, but everything felt different this time. Better. Right. This alien loved her, not what her body could do for him, but her mind and apparently her bad attitude and prickly personality.

"What do you see?" she asked.

"The only one I've ever wanted."

He moved forward, pushing her onto her back and pinning her hands above her head. He was a little bit out of control, but Van had never felt safer. Knocking her thighs open, he settled against her. The head of his cock prodded her entrance. Van arched up, raising her hips. "Please, Jaxar. I need you."

"I must prepare you or I will injure you," he said. He worked one finger into her, then two. She ached for him. Crooking his fingers, he hit a sensitive spot and she cried with a mix of delight and frustration. Fingers were not enough.

"I need more. Jaxar, I need my mate."

He pushed into her slowly, stretching her. It was strange to have so much inside her. Momentary discomfort gave way to the pleasure of finally being full.

Their bodies moved together, pushing her closer and closer to the height of pleasure. He had brought her to climax before, but this felt like more. They were closer, their spirits intertwined.

Thunder clapped and lightning illuminated the room for a heartbeat.

Jaxar loomed over her, staring down with enough intensity that the image burned itself into her mind.

He flipped her over, pressing her belly into the soft sheets, and pumped into her again and again. The world reduced to her fingers clenched in the sheets and his hand on the back of her neck. His grip tightened, holding firm but not squeezing. She pushed back against him, loving the weight of him holding her down. He was hard, all unforgiving angles pounding against her soft flesh.

Sensation zipped through her, curling and expanding, building to a frenzy. She was so full of him, of the thrilling awareness of him moving in her, hitting all the right places inside, that it overwhelmed her. She came hard, calling his name, and barely noticed the bite.

Lightning flashed. Thunder rumbled loud enough to shake the cottage, drowning out her cries as her body quaked with ecstasy.

Teeth sank into the spot where her neck joined her shoulder. There was some pain, but his deep thrusts erased all but bliss. Warmth spread as he reached his release. He stilled, refusing to relinquish his hold on her neck and her body. Gently, he kissed and licked the bite. He buried his nose into the spot just behind her ear, sighing. "My mate."

"Husband."

He rolled to one side and pulled her to him, her back nestled against his firm chest. Work-roughened hands stroked her, soothing her overheated skin. "I found you. I waited for you for so long."

The patter of rain against the windows lulled her to sleep. She was where she was meant to be, with who she was meant to be with, at last.