Page 21 of Married to the Alien Mountain Man (Cowboy Colony Mail-Order Brides #5)

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OAKEN

W hen I emerged from the Lavariya’s water closet, holding my sopping wet hat, I found Jaya lying on the bed. She had put her shiny shorts back on, which left me feeling quite put-out. But I was still here with her, so truly, I could have no real complaints.

Especially after what she’d just let me do. In near delirium, I replayed tonight’s events over and over in my mind. The extraordinary sensation of her touching, and then sucking on my cock. The delectable taste of her wet flesh as it quivered beneath, then around, my tongue. The sounds she made, so pretty, so sweet, so erotic.

Blast. I was going to get hard again at this rate.

And I’d run out of hats.

I put the wet one down, then returned to the bed with her. Unfamiliar noises distracted me, and I noticed that an image was moving on her tablet’s screen.

“Is this the movie?” I asked.

No answer. None, that is, except an adorably tiny snort sound.

My beautiful wife was asleep.

I took a moment to simply watch her. To let her beauty wash over me like cool water. To give in to the utter awe that, at least for a moment, she had, in some small way, been mine.

We still have a few days left…

I did not think about when she would leave. Because when I did, it felt like my heart might stop beating.

“Jaya,” I murmured softly. Not to wake her up. Just to say it. “My wife.”

She did not stir. Did this mean that I should leave? She hadn’t covered this part in her explanations of the movie date etiquette.

But she had said that the movie date would not be over until I watched the movie. And she’d also said that the movie-watching had to be done from the bed.

So, really, no one could have blamed me for sliding back in beside her.

Which I then did.

Jaya made a sleepy sound as I settled on my back. In her sleep, she let all distance between us collapse, nudging herself closer and closer until she was snuggled into my side.

She fit there so perfectly. And as if it were the most natural thing in the world – the very thing my body had been created for – I put my arm around her and pulled her closer. She sighed contentedly, her breath warm on my chest. My tail slid out from behind me, seeking contact. It coiled along her leg and gently tugged until her thigh was slung over my hip.

Bliss. Utter, intoxicating bliss.

Having my face between Jaya’s luscious legs had been paradise.

But this was its own type of paradise, too. This quiet respite with her at the end of the day. Steady breathing. Warmth and skin and sleep.

I could not sleep. Not at first. So, for a time, I watched the movie, letting my fingers slowly play against the indents of Jaya’s spine. It was interesting, the film. In some ways, the human cowboys seemed very familiar to me. They rode mounts similar to shuldu, and had hats just like the unfortunate one I’d just ejaculated into. But they were also very different from me or any of the Zabrians I’d met here. They seemed to spend a great deal of time fighting with each other and staring moodily off at the horizon. Also, they used nonsensical words like, “Howdy.”

I never saw the end of the movie. When I next opened my eyes, my body felt ready to rise for the day. I always woke around the same time every morning. Which meant it must have been dawn now, or just before it.

I’d spent the entire night with Jaya.

Thank the blazes. It had not been a dream.

My wife was in my arms.

Perfection was a place.

And it was here.

Perfection had a name.

And it was hers.

“Oaken?” Jaya said, her voice low and rough with sleep. Her large eyes opened. The moment she registered my presence, she smiled.

“It is morning,” I murmured. I knew I should remove my arms from her. Knew I should let her go. But my arms remained around her body. And she did not pull away.

“Good morning,” she sighed. She nuzzled closer, tipping her face up to mine. “So… Last night.”

“Yes?” My loins were already stirring at the mere mention.

“Things got hot and heavy pretty fast,” she said. “We didn’t really go over any of the basics.”

“Basics?”

“Yeah. Like, the fact that you can start out a little slower than we did.” The black centres of her eyes bloomed. “With a kiss.”

Kiss.

I’d wanted to kiss her again ever since the wedding. But she had never invited me to.

Unless…

“Should I do it now?” I asked the question, but my mouth was already descending towards hers. Her answer was the softest of gasps, and then the press of her lips to mine.

She arched against me, wrapping her arms around my neck. Her lips parted, and astounding arousal slammed me when the slick tip of her tongue touched me.

“You can use your tongue, too,” she breathed against my damp mouth.

That was all the encouragement my tongue needed. It was desperate to be inside her – any part of her. With the same thrusting vigour I’d used last night, I plunged my tongue into her mouth.

“Mmmph!” Jaya broke the kiss, panting. “Slower,” she whispered. But it did not seem to be an admonishment. Merely kind, patient guidance.

She was too blasted good.

“Like this.” Her fingers twined in my hair as she brought her mouth back to mine, delicately swiping her tongue along parts of my lips that I’d never before known were this sensitive. My cock was like a rod of heated metal. I mimicked her actions, greedily delighting in the sound of pleasure she made when our tongues touched. My hands roamed her body, sliding beneath the slippery fabric of her top, my fingers splaying over the subtle flare of her slender hips.

“Can I take this off?” I asked, pulling away from the kiss.

“Yes. Fuck yes,” Jaya answered instantly. Her lips looked swollen and wet. Her eyes hazy. Her hair falling in messy pieces around her face.

A feral growl of pleasure – a sound I wasn’t sure I’d ever made before – made Jaya’s eyes widen. But despite the fact I’d just asked her if I could take the garment off, I paused for a moment to admire it on her. To see the way the flimsy finery clung to her body.

“I love this colour on you,” I said, plucking at the red strap on her shoulder.

“Thanks,” she replied quietly, looking pleased. “Red is one of my favourite colours.” Her fingertips moved along my head, sifting through my strands, making my scalp tingle and my cock ache. “Do you have a favourite colour?”

I leaned over her. My eyes went from her hair, to her brows, to her eyes, to her lips, to her skin.

Affection for her clubbed me, left me reeling.

“Brown,” I whispered.

Jaya’s brows contracted. Her breath seemed to rush out of her.

She yanked off her top, tossed it away, and then crashed her mouth to mine. My hands hefted the slight weight of the swells on her chest, revelling in the lurid contrast of the soft flesh coupled with the rapidly stiffening buds at the tips.

Jaya talked about going slower this morning than we had last night, but things seemed to happen quickly after that. Moments later, Jaya’s shorts were gone, though I could not say if I had removed them or she had. A primal sort of satisfaction made me growl again when my cock brushed against her cunt, and felt slick wetness there. I knew from the book that this wetness was a good sign.

It meant that Jaya felt what I felt, at least physically.

It meant that, in some small way, she wanted me.

I hovered on the edge of explosive oblivion, my cock instinctively pressing its sensitive head to her slick heat. Every muscle, every organ, every tendon and bone and nerve shuddered with the need to shove my shaft in deep. To feel that wet heat all around me. To lose myself inside her body. Empty myself into her. Give her my seed the same way that I’d already quietly, without her ever knowing, given her my heart.

“I need you inside me.”

I nearly ejaculated. Her panted words tore at me.

“But you’re big,” Jaya groaned. “Really big. So just a little bit at first. OK? Just a little.”

I could do that. I could do anything she asked of me.

Every muscle tensed to the point of pain, I stroked my hips forward. Just a microspan, if that. But enough that I felt an exquisite give in her flesh, and wetness coating me.

“More,” Jaya moaned, her hands sliding to my shoulders and gripping hard. “A little more.”

More. More. Slowly. One blasted, blessed microspan at a time, I entered her. My cock tail writhed between us, aching to squeeze as Jaya took me deeper. Whimpering, shuddering, she guided my cock tail to her most sensitive place. It latched onto her swollen flesh, and I felt her contract inside in response.

“Oh, yes, ” she breathed, her blunt little human claws digging into my hide. “Right there. ” She began to move her hips against me. Rocking, grinding. My body moved to match her, beginning a rhythm of shallow strokes that soon grew deeper, harder, until our bodies were passionately colliding.

“Holy Terra,” Jaya whimpered. “Oaken. I’m going to… I’m coming!.”

I could feel it happening. Could feel her quivering, and then a glorious tightening inside. It was a desperate, convulsing contraction that beckoned me even deeper than I would have thought possible. Jaya cried out as she clenched down upon me, and the pressure was too much. It was too good. I was going to ejaculate, and I did not know if I was allowed to do it inside her. I wanted to. I wanted to do it so cursedly badly. But she had not asked for that.

If I pulled out of her now, I might be able to prevent it. I wouldn’t be able to save the sheets this time, though. There would be no time to grab my hat. No time to do anything but yank myself from the bliss of her body and then unleash my need on the bed. My sac was already throbbing with the impending release, the base of my spine tingling and hot. Biting off a groan, I started to pull back.

But Jaya locked her thighs around my waist. Her hands shot to my lower back, then to my hips, urging me back into the endless ecstasy of her body.

“Inside,” she mewled against my throat. “It’s OK. I want you to. Do it inside me, Oaken.”

All control was gone.

All thought was gone.

There was nothing but Jaya’s skin against mine. Jaya’s mouth at my throat.

Jaya’s cunt around my cock. Welcoming me. Holding me. Squeezing me so hot and so deep that there was nothing left to do now but tremble, spew, and collapse.