Soul-Bonded to the Alien(47)

Vague memories plagued her mind none of which made sense. Instead of trying to hash them out she decided to stroke him.

Good idea, her inner voice chimed in. Her hand touched the side of his face. His jaw line and cheeks were a work of art. If she were a painter or a sculptor she would have hundreds of pieces of him hung around her apartment. She traced his firm jawline before reaching over to kiss his cheek. The light scattering of hair there tickled her lips drawing an appreciative sound from her.

She skimmed down his nose, so straight before she followed it up by stroking down it with her tongue. He was awake, she noticed his breathing change, but he lie still without opening his eyes. Play time, she whispered to herself, turning to the column of his neck. How could a straight, strong, thick neck be so sexy? Everything about him turned her on. Taking her time, she explored his neck, played with his pulse as it hammered letting her know he wasn’t unaffected. She bit him right there, his hips thrust up, a groan left his mouth.

She laved the spot she bit with her tongue before following the column of his throat down to his chest. She definitely needed both hands for this job. Before she could talk herself out of it, she got up and placed her thighs across him sitting on his huge bulge. She needed him deep in her again, but first…

She took both hands and stroke down the sides of his chest slowing grinding on him. His eyes popped open to look at her.

““Hi.” She gave him a shy smile along with hot eyes.

“Hello, beautiful,” he whispered, his voice hot and thick with desire.

She brought her hands up to trace his shoulders before bringing them over his chest to caress his nipples.

“I think I feel better,” she murmured before taking one of his erect nipples in her mouth.

“You definitely feel better.” His hand went behind her head holding her close as his other hand slid up her thigh.

She cried out as his fingers brushed over her panties making her pant. She bit down softly as his fingers teased her clit through the moist fabric covering it.

“Cal,” an urgency saturated her voice when she spoke his name and her body trembled from his touch.

“Nice and slow, Paige.”

He flipped her allowing his upper body to press her down onto the soft sheet.

“Your eyes are so bright, the gold in the brown sparks.”

“It’s what you do to me.”

The secret smile she kept in her heart played along her lips. She never moved anyone like this before, only Cal. She closed her eyes and arched her back as he touched her. In his hands she truly felt beautiful and cherished. He touched her like she was precious as if he never touched anyone like he touched her before.

She lifted up so her nipples could rub against his chest. Her core was heating and hungry, demanding to be filled by the male who held her like she was his. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she kissed him; her tongue invaded his mouth dueling with him, pulling his intoxicating flavor into her. She wanted more.

“I need you, Cal,” she said, opening her eyes to look at him.

“You’ll get me, Sunshine.”

His fingers stroke her core driving her higher.

“No fair, I want to touch you.”

The chuckle he emitted had her hips thrusting upward. His deep voice rumbled through her making her nerves stand at attention begging for his touch.

Touch me, Cal, echoed in her head as she ran her hands over the taut cheeks of his ass. So tight, her fingers arched in leaving just a small crease letting him know she was there touching him. Her nails in him had his body going rigid over her as his breath came out in sharp gasps. Her male liked it so she did it again.

“Mark me, Paige. Let the world know I’m yours.”

She chuckled, “If anyone is looking at you naked, believe me they won’t survive long enough for it to matter.”

When had she become so blood thirsty? She wouldn’t be giving him up to some hussy trying to steal her man. She managed a chuckle at her own thoughts even as Cal was driving her crazy with his slow strokes. She moved beneath him encouraging him to deepen his touch.

“You’re like a banquet spread out before me, Paige. I want to taste, nibble.” His mouth went to the top of her cleft giving her lazy bites followed by long licks.

“Lower,” she mumbled in need.

It wasn’t just the soul bond connection that demanded they come together. She could feel the connection strengthening as they touched each other, but this wasn’t related to soul bonding. Inside of her was a spot she owned. It was protected and refused to succumb to a soul bond or anything else. It belonged only to her. That spot within her, shrouded in mystery, wanted to get closer to Cal.

She found herself pausing. So many years she spent building up a wall around that private place within her soul, and now that it prepared to peek over to get a better look at Cal shocked her.