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.
"Well, you made me come twice," I tell him, pleased. "And that was the best sex I've ever had."
Rektar looks thoughtful. "There's a lot of room for improvement, though. I obviously need to practice." He leans in and kisses me, giving my nipple a tiny pinch as he does. "Will you be up for more practice shortly, my mate?"
I wiggle under him, pretending to consider that. My answer is obviously “yes,” but I like being playful with him. "I'll think about it. I should probably put the cake in the oven, though. We forgot about the batter on the counter."
He leans in and presses small, nibbling kisses on my ear, then licks the shell of it, and my tired body begins to heat up all over again. "This might shock both of us, but I find I am far more interested in licking my wife than any cake."
I giggle, feeling happy and girlish and oh-so-blissed-out. "Play your cards right and you can have both."
Epilogue
LUCY
Two Years Later
Most mornings, I wake up thrilled to be pregnant. I rub my huge belly, excited for the future and for the baby inside me. But at fourteen months pregnant, the thrilled mornings are getting few and far between.