He groans, his hips grinding against my leg, and he leaves behind a wet spot, his cock dripping with pre-cum. "I need to make you feel good again," he tells me, taking my nipple between his teeth and ever so carefully nipping it in a way that makes me absolutely mad with hunger. "Want you to come for me."
"I will," I promise him. "Once you're inside me." I lightly scratch my nails down his arm, hitting the skin between the plating. "Don't you want to shove that big, thick cock into my tight, wet warmth?"
Rektar makes a pained sound, burying his face against my neck. He rocks his hips against my leg again. "Lucy," he pants. "Lucy, don't—"
"Don't tell you that I want you to come inside me? Don't tell you that it's all right to stick that big, fat cock in your wife? To fill her up with your length?" I'm absolutely being pushy, but I need him to realize that I'm ready. That I'm as hungry for more as he is. "Give me your fingers if you won't give me your cock," I tell him. "Because your mate needs to be filled up—"
With a growl, he shifts his weight. He pushes my thighs apart with rapid movements, and before I can pant "Yes!" he's covering me, his cock in hand as he rubs it against my folds. I make little sounds of encouragement, reaching for him as he hovers over me.
Rektar's eyes meet mine with such a hungry, intense look that it takes my breath away. In the next moment, he thrusts deep, claiming me. Owning me.
And oh god, it's so damn filthy and good and perfect and HUGE that I can't stand it. I cry out, digging my nails into his skin.
He goes still over me.
"You're good," I promise him quickly. "So good. You feel amazing."
He relaxes, just a little, and drops his head, eyes closed. "You feel…"
His voice trails off, and either he's overwhelmed or close to losing his control. Either one makes me happy, really. "…Like I belong to you?" I offer in a whisper. "Like I'm your mate that's wet and ready for you to fill her up?"
My big alien groans, his hips jerking as he sinks deeper into me. I run my hands over him, realizing that he's shaking with need, and I suspect he won't last long. That's to be expected, and it's perfectly all right. He's mine, and we've got all the time in the world to have great sex. If he needs quick sex, I'm fine with that. It's already been amazing for me.
So I reach around to his backside, pulling out the one trick I know from my experience with mesakkah bodies. I grip the base of his tail, right where it connects to his ass, and pump it like I would his cock. "Fuck me as hard as you like," I tell him in my most sultry voice. "You made me feel good. Let me do the same for you."
Rektar's breath hisses out and he drives into me, pulling back and sinking deep again as I squeeze and work the base of his tail. His cock is wider and thicker than any I've experienced before, just edging toward discomfort, but I like it. I like that he's so fantastically thick, because I can feel every ridge as he moves inside me. As he drives in again, his spur hits my clit in that perfect way, and I moan, because it's amazing. I'd forgotten how good a spur can be, and as my big, wonderful mate pounds into me without a single lick of finesse, his spur rubs and rubs and rubs against the hood of my clit, and I clench up in response, my body surging toward another orgasm.
When the second climax hits me, I suck in a breath of surprise. It's like I went from “feeling wonderful” to “earth-shattering” in the span of a second, and my entire body responds. My body tightens around his invading cock, squeezing him as I come, and I squeeze the base of his tail, trying to give him the same pleasure he's giving me.
In the next moment, Rektar shudders, his movements erratic. He pushes into me and holds, eyes closed, and I feel the heated wash of his release inside me. I wrap my arms around his big body as he collapses on top of me, spent, and we hold each other for long moments, the only movement that of his tail, languidly flicking against the blankets.
Eventually, Rektar sits up and looks at me, a question in his gorgeous eyes. "Did you…"
I nod. "You couldn't feel it?"
A hint of a wry smile touches his mouth. "Everything felt so good I think I lost track." He gazes down at my body, then reaches over and cups my breast, teasing my nipple. And even though I'm utterly spent and tired, I still feel twinges of excited pleasure at his touch. I could go again soon, I realize. My pussy might not be thanking me in the morning, but it's my wedding night. I'm allowed to have as much fun as I want.