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Chapter

Six

L ondon knew she’d have to take matters into her own hands.

She could tell that Matt was attracted to her, but for some reason, he was holding back.

She couldn’t spend another sleepless night tossing and turning, wishing to feel his hands on her body.

So when he left her alone for the night, she showered and rubbed on the scented lotion he’d bought for her.

Then she donned the shirt he’d lent her the night she crashed on Earth.

There was no way she would take no for an answer.

She meant to have him. Now standing in front of him, her mouth went dry.

His chest was bare, and she wanted to run her hands over his slender, but well-toned torso.

She’d seen topless men before, but she loved the dark sprinkling of hair covering his skin.

“London, what are you doing here?”

“I couldn’t sleep. Can I come in with you?”

“That wouldn’t be a good idea. I think you need to go back to your own bed. Count sheep or something.”

“I don’t even know what sheep are. It’s so dark and cold in my room. Please let me stay with you.”

“I only have one bed in here.”

London was in this to win. If she had to play the heroine in distress then so be it. She wanted this man. “So, we can share. Please. I’m frightened. I heard noises and I don’t think I can sleep. You wouldn’t send me back in those circumstances would you?” She pouted.

“London, I can’t let you do that.”

“Why?”

“Because. Dammit, if you share a bed with me, I don’t know if I’ll be able to stop myself from touching you.”

“And that would be bad because?”

“Because once I start, I won’t be able to stop.”

Triumph soared through her. “Aha, you do want me. I want you too. Why can’t we do what our bodies want?”

“Because I don’t want you to have sex with me out of gratitude.”

Just then a couple walked by and gave her a look of disdain. She was sure she looked quite scandalous to them standing there wearing almost nothing. “Umm, can we at least discuss this in your room? It’s getting kind of cold standing out here in the hallway.”

He sighed, opening the door wider to admit her. “Come in, but only for a minute.”

“Just a minute?” She grinned at him when he closed the door behind her.

“Yes, one minute.”

This was going to be harder than she thought. “Matt, why do you assume that I only want to make love with you out of gratitude? I am grateful, but I find you extremely attractive. I’m sure you get that from quite a lot of women on Earth.”

He snorted with a look of disbelief in his hazel eyes. “In my dreams.”

“You’re kidding. I find it very surprising that women aren’t tripping over their feet trying to get you.

You’re attractive, very intelligent, sweet…

and I’ve wanted to do this from the moment I laid eyes on you.

” Taking a deep breath, she pulled the shirt over her head, and unclipped her hair, baring herself to him.

London knew she was taking a big risk, but hadn’t her mother once said if it wasn’t worth fighting for, it wasn’t worth having?

Matt was worth fighting for, and she didn’t want to go another night without knowing what it was like to be held in his arms. A delicious thrill of anticipation raced up her spine as his hazel gaze slowly slid up and down her body.

“Don’t fight what we both want.” She stepped closer to him and pulled his glasses off before putting them on the closest dresser, and then she twined her arms around his neck. London pressed her breasts against his chest and placed gentle kisses against his neck.

Her tongue grazed his throat and Matt shuddered in reaction. She felt something hard pressing against her thigh and knew he was aroused. Through her mother, London knew enough about how things worked between men and women.

With a low groan, Matt wrapped his arms around her and his mouth crushed hers. The kiss was urgent and hungry, devouring her as though she were a tasty morsel. Fingers dug into her hair, holding her head steady as he ravaged her lips.

London parted them under the pressing insistence of his tongue. It swooped in, seeking to conquer. Her knees felt like they’d give out on her. The kiss she’d had before had not prepared her for this torrent wave of need that surged through her, taking her on its heightened crest of sensation.

Her nipples tightened, straining against his pecs, as she moaned into his mouth. London’s tongue moved tentatively out to meet his, swirling and moving around it. He tasted of cool mint and fire. Dampness formed at the vee of her thighs.

Inexperienced though she was, instinct guided her. She tugged the towel away from his body and immediately felt his stiff member. “God, London, you have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this to you,” he groaned.

“I have a pretty good idea, because I’ve wanted this too.” Growing bolder, she traced the outline of his lips with her tongue savoring the taste of him.

Matt caught her by surprise when he scooped her into his arms and walked the short distance to his bed, almost reverently.

While he looked at her body, she did some perusing of her own.

He was magnificent. Matt wasn’t nearly as built as the men on Thibius, but she found his body fascinating nonetheless.

He was slender and tone, without an ounce of fat on his frame.

Her eyes slid to his cock. She’d never seen one before, but she liked what she saw. She didn’t really have any comparison size wise, but it looked just right for him, and it was thick. Pinkish and veiny with an angry purplish helmet, it was one of the most beautiful things she’d ever seen.

“You’re so perfect,” she whispered, reaching out to touch it.

This seemed to take him by surprise. “You think so?”

“Oh, yes.”

She licked suddenly dry lips as she slid closer to him. Matt held himself erect, but his breathing was shallow. Her hand grazed the length of his cock, loving the way his hard shaft felt beneath her fingers. She circled him in her fist and leaned forward.

London kissed it.

“God, London, if you do that again, we’re going to be finished before we even get started,” he groaned.

“But I want to touch you. Doesn’t it please you?” she asked wanting very desperately for him to say yes. It meant a lot to her that she gave him pleasure. She was sure that a man like him had a lot of experience, and she’d barely been kissed.

“More, than you know, sweetheart.”

“Then let me do it again,” she said not waiting for him to answer. She licked the tip of his cock testing its texture on her tongue. A pearly drop of moisture spouted out of the tiny hole, which she immediately captured in her mouth. “Mmm.”

He grabbed a handful of her hair. “Damn you I can’t fight this anymore,” he moaned sounding as though he was talking more to himself than to her.

“Take me in your mouth.” She did as he commanded.

“That’s it, sweetheart. Wrap those beautiful lips of yours around my cock, take as much of me in as you can. Ahh, yes, just like that.”

She tried to stuff as much of his cock into her mouth as she could, but when the tip hit the back of her throat, she gagged a little and pulled away. Embarrassed, she looked up at him. “I’m sorry. Let me try it again.”

He stroked her hair reassuringly. “It’s okay, sweetheart, take it easy. Go slowly. You don’t have to take the whole thing in your mouth. Just do whatever feels comfortable.”

“But I want to please you.”

“Sweetheart, having my dick in your mouth pleases me very much.”

She smiled, feeling better. His words gave London the confidence to continue. Opening her mouth over him again, she took a little of him in at a time, going slowly. His moans of pleasure were turning her on. Matt’s evident arousal egged her on, her head bobbing up and down on his cock.

“That’s it, sweetheart. Yes, that’s it. God, yes!” Matt yelled.

With her free hand she fondled the soft sac beneath his shaft.

By the end of the night she didn’t want to leave any inch of Matt’s body unexplored.

Everything about this man turned her on, from the little noises he made in the back of his throat to the way her dark hands looked against his pale skin.

Never in her life would she have thought something like this could be so erotic.

She loved every minute of it. He guided her head back and forth over him gently at first, and then his movements became erratic.

London did her best to keep up with him, loving his loss of control.

It showed her just how much he desired her.

“I’m going to come!” he groaned letting go of her hair and pulling away.

She whimpered when his cock was ripped from her mouth with a resounding pop. She looked up at his flushed face. “Didn’t you like it?”

“I loved it, but I don’t want our first time together to be like this. I was selfish for letting you do that to me.”

“No, I wanted to do it.”

“Regardless, I let the little head guide the big one. Now it’s my turn to savor your beautiful body.” He pushed her back, and she shivered as he covered her body with his lanky one.

This time when he kissed her he took his time, but the feeling wasn’t any less intense. He raised his head then and their eyes locked. “You’re so beautiful, London. I never imagined that we’d end up together like this.”

She smiled, stroking the side of his handsome face.

London wasn’t sure if this was love, but it sure felt like it.

“I imagined us like this. I’ve thought of nothing else but this.

The women on this planet must be crazy not to realize how special you are.

Please kiss me again, Matt.” She sighed pulling his head down to hers.

His tongue plunged deep into her mouth. London knew she could easily lose herself this way. Matt’s body pressing her so lovingly into the mattress set fire to every inch of her flesh. Her pussy ached with the need to be filled by him.

She slid her nails lightly up his back, careful not to break skin. He lifted his head then and slid down her body ever so slightly before lowering his head and closing his mouth around one throbbing nipple.

London gasped in surprise and delight. She moaned and arched her back, offering herself to him. When she’d dreamed of him on the previous nights, she knew things could be good with him, but she didn’t know they’d be this good.

He licked and laved the tight peak until she cried out for mercy. Feeling like she’d explode, she pushed his head away. “Oh, Matt, I don’t think I can take this.”

Matt chuckled. “You can and you will. I’m going to give you so much pleasure you won’t know what to do with yourself.” And with that he transferred his attention to her other breast.

She writhed and wiggled under the ministrations of his mouth, reveling in the decadent sensation. What was he doing to her? “Oh,” she groaned when he slid further down her body, pressing kisses on her heated skin as he went.

“So beautiful,” he groaned.

London groaned when his fingers tangled in the tight patch of curls between her thighs. His fingers pried them apart, and London knew she’d lose it when he grazed the hot little button between her labia.

There’d been plenty of nights she’d lain in her bed back home and touched herself, but it hadn’t felt this good. Nothing could compare to this. “Please,” she whispered, not exactly sure what she was begging for.

“Oh, I intend to. Open you legs a little wider for me, sweetheart.”

London didn’t even think to disobey him.

Just feeling his warm breath against her clit was enough to send an electric current through her body.

His lips latched on to the tiny nub sucking it voraciously.

She lifted her hips, grinding her pussy against his face.

Hot pleasure tore through her, causing her to scream his name. “Matt!”

Her thighs closed clasping the sides of his face, but still he sucked. When his slid a finger into her channel, London thought she’d faint. “Matt,” she groaned, her head lolling back and forth. She wasn’t sure how much of this sexual torture she could take.

Looking down to see his head between her thighs, pleasuring the most intimate part of her body was enough to send a dark thrill racing up her spine. She knew in that moment that she loved this man, and the discovery of her feelings only intensified the passion.

He slid another finger into her. It felt slightly uncomfortable, but the pleasure far outweighed the pain. Lifting his head, he looked at her as though trying to gauge her reaction. “You’re very tight, London.”

“I know. I’ve… I’ve never done this before.”

He stiffened. “You’re a virgin?”

“Yes. Is that a problem?” she asked, feeling uncertain again. On Thibius, virginity was highly valued. She hoped he wouldn’t disdain the gift she was offering him.