Page 16 of The Mountain Man's Curvy Trick-or-Treat
“Stop now? I’m naked in the middle of the forest,” I scold.
“And?”
My eyes drop to his tenting Wranglers. “And we’ve come too far for me not to find out whether it glows.”
A bittersweet smile broadens his pulsating, bearded face. “I like you, my little Earthling. So much fire.” His voice trembles.
He shrugs out of his flannel, then drops his pants in one fluid motion. Two things hit me at once: alien men go commando, and the sight before me looks like something out of a very expensive toy catalog.
My eyes round. “That … is new.” A throbbing, glowing joystick with another organ above that looks like it could tie my clit in knots.
He laughs, and I realize he’s still inside my head.
“Oh,” I murmur, hand flying to my mouth.
“Too late to get timid. Come here and let me show you how it works.” His confidence falters—just slightly—the telltale quiver of someone who’s never done this either.
Still, his movements don’t betray it. He gathers me into his arms, lifting me as if I weigh nothing. My legs lock around his waist, my arms around his neck. I moan as he slides into me, slowly and carefully.
My mind fractures around the feel of my own heat and silk, too much to bear. He stops, pulls his mind back slightly. So odd—and intimate—to have him inside my brain, every thought tangled with heat.
“Let me know when it’s too much,” he whispers against my ear, voice rough with restraint. The words hum through my skin like electricity. He flicks his tongue against my earlobe, sucks it between his lips.Licking. Despite the new psychic distance, it comes through clearly. This manreallylikes licking.
He turns his head to the side, eyes closed, visibly fighting himself—self-control incarnate—while I fight coming apart all over again around the pulse of him. Not yet. I need more of this extraterrestrial pleasure.
He pulls back, then thrusts a little deeper, moving incrementally, accustoming himself to me. Guarding his thoughts, too. A heavy weight suddenly on him.
“You don’t have to,” I gasp.
He shakes his head. “Too much for my mate. I can bear it for you.”
My mate? What the?—?
Before I can speak, he fills me again, more fully, edging me toward another orgasm. His hands angle my hips so that the head of his cock slides over my pleasure zone as the air swirls around us. And then, I realize we’re levitating off the ground. Not far, just enough for my feet to hang mid-air.
“Oh God,” I rasp.
Of all that’s happened between us, this is what you find strange?His chuckle fills my head, soft, affectionate, as pleasure hums through him.This is the resonance, my little Earthling.
Light encircles us like a jealous lover as I surrender to the otherworldly strangeness.
His cock has an extra ridge of texture that I couldn’t see in his glow. Just like his tongue. But I feel it now, hugging him more tightly as we move as one. The extra part of him, the one made for pleasure, sucks and pulsates against my clit, dragging me closer to pleasure so pure I’m afraid I’ll fly away to the moon.Literally.
Won’t let you, he chuckles.
We should use condoms, right? But this has to be a dream. We should discuss our health and if we’re clean.Eden, you’re floating off the ground. This is not real.
Instead, I give myself over completely to him, let him wreck me with each thrust of his hips, each suck and swirl of the other thing-y.
My body floats away, resonance humming through me just like he said. The rhythm of our bodies feels older than language. The tree beside us glows and throbs, light responding to every surge of pleasure.
The orbs drift, I pant and scream, riding my alien mountain man until I feel like I’ll burst. “God, Everett, I’m about to?—”
The world blurs into brightness until everything collapses into one final cry and a flood of warmth.
My eyes drop to my belly. I catch a flicker under my skin—a pulse of light that mirrors his. He staggers back to the ground, pressing his forehead to mine.
“Need to keep you,” he rasps.