Chapter 19 | Kara

Chapter 19

Kara

Did I get a little nervous when I got a good look at Rex’s cock? Yeah, definitely. It was huge—not dauntingly long, but very thick and veined. He was going to stretch me so much when he put that in me, but I really wanted to try. My whole body was on fire for him, and my chest felt all warm and soft with feelings. To know that he’d conspired to keep me to himself from day one? That should freak me out, but it felt so right. Hadn’t I felt drawn to him from the start too? Hadn’t I sensed, intrinsically, that I could trust him, despite all the warnings the Kertinal had hammered into me?

Love at first sight was a myth, and I always thought it was a bit of a red flag for a relationship when my friends on Earth would talk about experiencing it. But in outer space? With aliens? It was so very real, and Rex was mine, as much as he claimed I was his. I’d found my spot. This was home, and home wasn’t a place; it was a person. My person. My alien chef.

It was on my lips to tell him that I loved him, to turn the beginning of this heated moment into declarations of love. Then Rex lowered his mouth to my clit, and any coherent thought fled my mind; I became a being of feeling and sensation. All of my focus was on the apex of my thighs and what he was doing to me. His lapping tongue already knew exactly how to drive me wild. With his fingers, he circled my opening before pushing inside.

I tumbled over the precipice once, then a second time as he worked to get me used to his hand. I knew what he was doing with each added finger, stretching me so I could take his thick, massive length. When he pushed a third finger inside, I didn’t think I could take much more. My legs were trembling and shaking, held up by his hands over his shoulders. It burned to take it, but his tongue kept lapping at my sensitive clit, and that made any tension vanish. I focused on breathing through it, and when I felt myself relax, the pride in Rex’s green and yellow eyes made me feel a full-body glow.

“That’s it, Kara,” he signed as he lifted his head and rose to his full height. The fingers of his hand remained buried deep inside of me, reminding me of what was to come. When he pulled them free, it was with a wet, suckling noise that was loud in the room. It made Rex smirk, but I felt heat crawl up my face. I had never been this wet before; I didn’t know I could even get this wet. “You are ready,” Rex signed, and then he made the effort to speak my name out loud, though I knew that pained him. “Kara.”

He shifted on his feet, and with a hand, lined the head of his cock up with my stretched opening. The first brush of the strange, moving tendrils that nestled at the base of his cock startled me. They were warm and slick, a little oily. Some spread and stretched longer than I thought they could, curling around my thighs and spreading me wide. Others slicked through my folds with their firm tips. When Rex started pushing in, they curled around my clit and pulsed. Just like that, pleasure burst through me, sharp and fast—an orgasm that made me clench tightly around the head of his cock, the rest of my core spasming around nothing until he groaned and pushed deeper. “Ah, Rex!”

Too much was happening all at once, but I couldn’t stop. It was all tumbling together like an avalanche: the firm brush of those tendrils pulsing tightly around my clit, the push of his cock as he burrowed deeper with each thrust, and the last ebb and flow of my orgasm. Then Rex set the hammock swaying, and I saw stars—a push and pull as I collided with him and swung away. I was so full. He was bigger than anything I’d ever had, but it felt so good.

I loved looking at him as we fucked. Loved the way his eyes fixated on where his cock burrowed deep inside of me, or the way his mood spots had turned a dark pink, and his jaw was gritted as he staved off his own pleasure. “Rex,” I moaned for him, his tendrils tightening around my clit, pulsing in time with the pleasure coursing through me. I was so close to the edge, and this was going to be the best one yet because it would be together.

He had so many hands that I couldn’t keep track of all of them. I felt the slide of his fingers across my belly, then he squeezed my breast. I knew he was holding the hammock, but he was also holding my hips to keep me right where he wanted me—on his dick, impaled with each sway of the hammock and thrust of his hips. I was starting to see why he liked that thing so much. I had never pictured how sex worked in one before, and I had been thoroughly educated.

“Now,” he signed with one hand, and my belly swooped at the fierce command stamped on his face. I loved that bossy look, and everything in me tingled and tightened. A rough, stuttering thrust went deep, so very deep. Then we were hurling over the edge together; and as he warned me, I was screaming his name over and over. Rex was silent, but I could feel his chest vibrate, his breathing rough and quick.

As the pleasure started to fade, my alien chef leaned forward and gathered me in his arms. I now knew that four-armed hugs were the best, tangled in his limbs so protectively that I felt utterly content. I never wanted any other kind; he’d spoiled me. I didn’t want to leave the cozy nest, but when Rex picked me up and carried me into the shower, I only sighed and let him do exactly as he wanted. He would take care of me; he always would.

Beneath the hot spray of water, he pinned me to the wall and fucked me all over again, this time, slow and languid. As we reached another climax together, I couldn’t hold back the words that had been on my lips all evening. “I love you, Rex.”

He pulled back just enough to slide a hand between us and with his spots glowing bright yellow, he signed back. “I love you, Kara. Forever.”