Tempted by Celestial Bodies

Chapter 5

chapter five

Baxian turned them until Aivey’s back was to the bed again, and gently lay her back across the plush, cool coverings. But as she made to slide further back and draw him with her, he grabbed her hips and tugged her body to the edge of the mattress.

“Wha—”

And then he dropped to his knees before her, spreading her legs as he went. Cool air swept in, a sharp contrast to her wet heat.

He leaned in and placed a kiss at the crook of her knee. “I need to make sure you’re ready for me.” His breath teased her sensitive skin.

“You don’t think I’m ready for you?” Her body practically wept for want of his cock. He scented it, he saw it—she knew he did.

“You’re smaller than me, little beauty.” His thumbs rubbed circles on the insides of her thighs as he held her legs apart. “I don’t want to hurt you when you take me inside you. Besides, I’d like to taste you, see if your flavor matches your scent.”

“You—” But whatever she’d planned to say vanished into nothingness as his tongue swept up her seam. She gasped, her head falling back onto the mattress.

Another long swipe and he groaned against her. “Delicious.”

Aivey could do no more than whimper in response as he settled in, the smooth planes of one cheek warm against her thigh. There was nothing tentative about his attentions. Rather, he devoured her like a man starved. Every sensation narrowed to the feel of that strong tongue lapping at her core. She reached for his head, sliding her fingers through the fall of his hair. The movement sent it tickling her thighs, but she barely noticed. Sweet pleasure sat heavily in her abdomen as she rocked her hips against him, eager for all that he had to give.

Tentatively, she reached for one horn, running her fingers down its ridged length. In so many ways it reminded her of another part of his anatomy, though much less forgiving and pointed at the end instead of round and bulbous. She circled her fingers around it and Baxian jolted back. Her hand dropped away in a flash.

“Did I— Did it hurt?” Her chest constricted at the thought.

The look in his eyes positively smoldered—the hottest blue flame. He shook his head, letting out a throaty huff of laughter. “Not at all. But to grab a male’s horns is quite the show of claiming.”

“Oh.” A different type of flush stole to her cheeks. She tried to squeeze her thighs closed on instinct, but Baxian held her firm. “I didn’t know. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be.” His thumbs rubbed circles against her skin. Tender, reassuring. “It surprised me, but I enjoyed it. It’s…” He trailed off, searching for the right word. “I appreciate a female who knows what she wants and is eager to discover more. Besides,” His gaze dropped back between her legs and a wicked grin stretched across his lips. “I have discovered things about you. Which reminds me…”

A shot of pure electricity raced through her as Baxian’s tongue found her clit and flicked against it. She squealed and bucked her hips in pure reflex. The uncertainty that had momentarily plagued her vanished, obliterated by his eagerness. Any faux pas she’d made was swept away by a tide of desire. The way he sought her pleasure, hungered for it, made her skin tingle and the pressure building in her core knot tighter.

“This magical spot.” He placed a kiss against it for emphasis before pulling back just slightly to stare up at her. “What a delight.” His blue eyes almost glowed where he loomed between her legs.

That look alone would haunt her wickedest dreams for years to come.

They hooded further, glittering with mischief. “Perhaps if I…” He took her clit between his lips and sucked.

“Oh, God!” Aivey screamed.

He growled against her pussy. “There are no Gods here. Just me.”

Then he shoved two fingers deep into her pussy and Aivey shattered. “ Baxian! ”

The sudden intrusion, the fullness of him inside her, combined with his lips against her clit sent her soaring into the stars. She gripped his horns, fingers tangled in his hair, holding on for dear life as her release rocketed through her in wave after wave. Baxian didn’t let up and continued to stroke her with his tongue and fingers, drawing out the pleasure until her whole body was twitching with ecstasy. At some point, she must have closed her eyes because when she opened them again the room spun, and it had nothing to do with the drinks she’d consumed that evening.

From between her legs, Baxian looked up at her again, wetness glistening on his bluish lips as he grinned. The thrust of his fingers slowed, drawing her back to him in a smooth rhythm. “There’s my little Earthean,” he crooned.

His Earthean. Yes, she was. She wanted to be. Stars above, no one and nothing had ever made her feel quite like that, and she hadn’t even had his cock inside her yet.

When he finally pulled his fingers free, she immediately mourned their loss. Not that she could do more than whimper, given the boneless, panting mess she’d become.

Baxian sat on the bed beside her and leaned over. With the back of his long fingers, he traced a path down her cheek, along her jaw, the column of her neck, and between her breasts. “You flush such a lovely shade, like the petals of the Lal’ae flower, and you’re even softer.”

The Lal’ae flower. Deep inside her chest, something unfurled, long tendrils spilling open like the petals of the flower itself. He didn’t know, couldn’t know, that it was her favorite. That during many of her research expeditions, she’d slipped away from her group at night just to wander through the valley in search of the elusive blooms that would close back up into tight buds when the sunlight touched them. They could not be pried open either, not with the tiny needle-like fibers along the back side of the petals. Those fibers could pierce many fabrics and cut skin as easily as a sharp blade. The flowers only bloomed on their terms when they felt the safest.

“Baxian,” she whispered, awed.

Something soft and tender broke across his face. He cupped her cheek, rubbing his thumb across her skin. “Those flowers are beautiful, as are you. You know them?”

She gave the smallest nod. “Yes, from the Crathian mountains.”

He mirrored her nod. “A secret bloom some call them, as many never wander out in the darkness to see them, but I’m glad I did.” The way he looked at her, how his sapphire eyes seemed to reach into her soul, said he was no longer talking about the flower.

“Do you still want me, Aivey?” He caressed her cheek.

And she knew with a certainty that if she said no, he’d make no argument and would let her walk out the door. But she had no intention of that. He’d awakened something in her, a fearlessness and courage that she thought perhaps she simply lacked. Maybe it was because he made her feel safe and desired. She wasn’t about to miss the chance to be with someone like that and soak in as much of that feeling as she could.

Aivey pushed herself up until their faces were a breath apart. His hand had fallen away as she moved, but she cupped his cheek now and smiled. “Yes. I want to know all of you, Baxian.”

She closed the last of the distance between them and kiss him. Not hard and fast, not with the eagerness coursing through her veins, but softly, tenderly, like the gentle side of that delicate bloom that opened itself up to the cool night air.

The kiss transformed from sweet to searing as they scooted further toward the center of the sumptuous bed, never breaking apart. If anything, they found a way to move as one, Aivey’s nipples grazing the firm planes of Baxian’s chest in a repeated tease that she could only assume was somehow deliberate. Their sensuous dance made it easy for Aivey to hook her legs around Baxian’s hips, bringing her aching center against the muscles of his lower abdomen. Unlike most Earthean males, he had no body hair but was just smooth, hard flesh and muscle. She gasped against his lips as her backside met his hard length, which he thrust lightly against her.

Baxian eased her back onto the fluffy bedspread before covering her with his body, careful to keep much of his weight on his arms so as not to crush her into the mattress.

With one last kiss and a flick of his tongue against her lips, Baxian pulled back, rising on his knees between her spread legs. He took himself in hand, stroking from the base all the way to the tip where a bead of pearlescent moisture glistened.

Aivey watched in rapture as he positioned himself at her entrance. When the head of his cock pushed against her, she bit her lip, her body tensing in anticipation laced with uncertainty. He was massive compared to any male she’d had before. Could he fit? Would he?

It’d be a terrible turn to the evening if they were somehow incompatible and she couldn’t give him the same pleasure he’d given her, at least not without leaving him partially unfulfilled given his biological needs.

“Eyes on me, little beauty.”

Baxian smirked down at her, the portrait of a confident male who knew he’d enraptured her. The was no uncertainty there. No question. He believed they were compatible and that surety gave her body what it needed to relax as he pressed the tip inside her.

His pupils blew wide. She saw the breath catch in his throat as it did hers. He’d barely breached her, and yet her body stretched to the border between pleasure and pain. Despite the urge to watch as his cock sank into her, to marvel that it was possible, she didn’t let her gaze wander from his. Nor did he. Baxian fisted the sheets as he slid ever so slowly deeper.

“Aivey?” Her name was nearly a growl. A question and a sign of the force with which he held himself back.

“More, Baxian.” She wiggled her hips just slightly. “I can take it.”

“Fuck!” He blew out a heavy breath and pushed forward.

Aivey whimpered at the feel of him inside her. Full, so full, but so incredible. It was like being consumed from within, taken over by the sheer magnitude of him. The ridges along his length rubbed against her inner walls, pressing into them and hitting her pleasure spot deep inside. A moan tore from her lips. She thrashed her head to the side as he quickened his glacial pace, each ridge sliding in one after another.

“Fuck, Aivey. You’re so tight.”

She might have responded. She wasn’t sure, couldn’t think over the feeling of him inside her as he finally bottomed out and held himself still, letting her body adjust to his size.

He leaned down, his forehead meeting hers and his pale hair falling around them like a curtain. “Still with me, little beauty?”

She stared straight into two pools of shimmering blue. Something about it, about his rapt attention on her, the rapid thump of his heart beating against his ribs so hard she felt it where their skin touched, about the careful way he was with her, cleared away the anxiety that kept trying to surface itself. It liked to taunt her at the worst times, to ask what if, as it had with his size, but he washed it all away.

Safe. Cherished.

That’s what he made her feel. This male who she barely knew, had just met, accomplished what so many never did.

“Yes.” She whispered. “Yes.” Always.

Only then did he move again, a slow retreat and gentle glide forward. All the while, he watched her, his gaze flickering over her face as if searching for something, waiting for it.

Another thrust. Then another. The edge of pain retreated, leaving only pleasure. A deep moan tore from her lips as those hard ridges slid against her inner walls.

Baxian’s look shifted then. The sharp edges of his face smoothed out. His shoulder drooped as he rested a little of his weight on her and let his face fall to the crook of her neck, where he licked at the column of her throat.

He’d been leashed before, restrained. But whatever he had seen, or didn’t, let him loose. What had been slow and gentle turned more ravenous. He lapped at the pulse in her neck with the same fervor he’d devoured her pussy, all the while thrusting into her with increasing tempo that sent her whole body jolting and sliding up the bed.

“Baxian,” she moaned and reached for his horn—for anything to hold amid the storm of his passion. Vaguely she recalled his comment about horns and claiming, but she wanted to claim him, to show just how much she desired him, too. He growled against her skin the moment she encircled it. He jerked his hips, driving hard enough to force a gasp from her throat.

Without thought, she wrapped her legs around his hips, adjusting the angle of his cock within her. She gripped his horn tighter, and his sharp teeth grazed her skin in response. Not enough to hurt, never that, but just enough for her to feel, for a thrill to race through her body at the contrast of sensation.

Baxian withdrew from her neck, and Aivey released her hold on him. He drew back until he was upright, sitting on his feet. His cock slid from her with a wet pop.

Aivey made to protest, but the determination on his face left no room for protest. He wasn’t done with her, not nearly. Baxian pushed her knees toward her chest and planted his hands on the bed with his forearms lodged against her thighs. Like that, she could hardly move her hips or legs, all of her trapped by the force of him. While holding her still, he pushed back into her with a powerful thrust.

The sensation of suddenly being filled once more tore another moan from her lips. Aivey tried to move, to buck her hips and meet his movements with ones of her own, but he held her in place, fully at his mercy as he took control, driving into her over and over. With her movements restricted, every sensation was so much more acute. He owned her pussy. Filled it. Controlled it.

And she loved it. Craved it. Each rock of his hips had her coming more and more undone, every sensation narrowing down to his hard length inside her and those little ridges, one after another, rubbing against her inner walls.

One more deep thrust, and she screamed. There was little warning as her release barreled into her with the force of a ship going to lightspeed. Her back arched, her pussy clenched around his cock, and the whole room blurred.

Baxian must have released her because she was rocking her hips again, spiraling through her pleasure as he leaned over her and claimed her mouth with his. The last of her satisfied cries were swallowed by him, as if he needed that too. His tongue flicked against hers, claiming and coaxing, and then his body went rigid. He tore his mouth away, arching his head back as he gave a bestial roar that might have terrified her if it had come from anyone else.

His thrusts turned shallow and he clenched the bedspread on either side of her in his fists. He jerked his hips a few more times before finally dropping his head to stare down at her.

“Aivey.” He drew out her little name, giving it the fullness of a prayer whispered into the dark depths of space.

When he finally pulled out of her, a rush of liquid followed, dampening her thighs and the bed beneath them.

“I—” She started, blinking up at him.

But he wasn’t surprised. It was his come, she realized. Much more than a human male. To him, it was natural, normal. And truthfully, she didn’t mind. It was almost like a reward, a prize for a job well done.

“You’re all right?” That look creased his features again, the one he’d worn when he first began to move within her. She knew it now. Concern. He’d worried about her being able to take him. He’d said as much earlier, but most males seemed to forget such things in the moment. Not this one.

“Better than,” she promised him with a smile.

She expected soreness, or at least a twinge of pain or something given his size, but it didn’t come. Maybe that was part of his release as well. It’d make sense given his species’ need for multiple releases. That would be harder to accomplish if one party was sore from the first bout.

“Good.” He placed a quick kiss on her lips before rolling to the side. One hand lay on his chest, which still rose and fell with each heavy breath.

Aivey started to sit, felt more wetness slide from her pussy, and promptly flopped back on the bed.

Shit.

“Aivey?” Baxian’s brows pinched as he looked over at her.

She bit her lip and turned her head toward him. “I uh… I felt some of your come leak out when I tried to sit. I’m sorry. I didn’t think about that. I hope it doesn’t mess things up.”

His nose twitched. Something sparkled in his eyes. Baxian’s whole chest began to shake as he tried and failed to hold back a laugh.

Her lips thinned. If he’d lied about?—

“My apologies,” he said, reining in his humor. “I should have explained it better. Yes, you can sit up. As long as you don’t submerge in water or clean too well, there will be plenty left for my body to react with.”

A heavy sigh slipped from her lips. “Thank the stars.”

“So worried about me?” he teased.

She swatted playfully at his chest. “Well, since you were so giving when it came to my pleasure, I wouldn’t want to be selfish and deny you yours.”

He reached over and slid a wayward piece of hair behind her ear, his fingers tracing along the shell of her ear and down her jaw before retreating. “You’re a gift, Aivey. And you’ve already delivered more pleasure than I’ve had in quite some time.”

A flush of pride raced to her cheeks. “Good, well, a little more never hurt,” she said, suddenly embarrassed for reasons she couldn’t name.

“Not at all,” he grinned back at her. “It will take my body a few minutes to reset, as it were. Let me get you a towel to clean up the excess.”