48. Margo

Male organ?

Not wanting to offend Negal, Margo stifled a laugh. His pose and awkward choice of words both helped to boost her confidence and perhaps that had been his intention.

On the other hand, Negal was an alien, so perhaps he didnt know what words to use in reference to his erection—a very long, thick erection that pulsed against her palm and tempted her to do things that she usually didnt like doing.

Fisting it, Margo gently tugged on the velvety skin, gliding her palm from base to tip and back.

Negal groaned, but she was sure that this time it was with pleasure.

As she licked her lips, tasting herself from his kiss, it wasnt bad. In fact, it was quite arousing.

Dipping her head, she swept her tongue over the tip, and Negals bottom lifted, pushing his shaft past her lips before she was ready to take it.

Sorry about that. He dropped his bottom back on the mattress. You are in charge, Nesha. Not me.

Nesha? What did that mean?

Was it an endearment term in Anumatian?

She would have asked if her mouth wasnt wrapped around Negals pleasure stick.

Yeah, that was what she was going to call it from now on. Then again, he might take offense to the word stick, so maybe rod would be more appropriate.

Except, a rod had a painful connotation in her mind, and Margo didnt want anything negative to be associated with Negal.

Gripping his shaft, she pumped it with her hand in tandem with her mouth while letting her thoughts meander in strange directions.

Pleasure baton? Pleasure tool?

Margo, he hissed. If you keep going like this, Im going to come in your mouth, and thats not going to benefit your transition.

He was right, of course. It was time to woman up and welcome this magnificent male into her body.

All they had done so far had been incredibly intimate, but this was the ultimate act and the one shed always had the most trouble with.

His shaft still gripped in her hand, Margo lifted to her knees and positioned her entrance over the tip.

Looking into Negals glowing eyes, she lowered herself until the tip breached her entrance and then stopped to let her body get accustomed to the sensation of being invaded.

Except, she wasnt being invaded. Not this time. She was welcoming him into her, controlling how deep and how fast she would take him, and it made all the difference.

Margo, he whispered her name. You are killing me, but I couldnt have asked for a better way to die.

This time, she didnt stop the chuckle bubbling up her chest. You are immortal. I cant kill you even if I tried. She lowered herself two more inches over his shaft and stopped.

Negals hands were still trapped under his head, but the bunching of his biceps indicated how hard he was struggling to keep them there.

Should she tell him it was okay to release them?

Margo wanted him to grip her thighs or her ass, but not just yet. First, she wanted to finish what she had started. She lifted up and then glided back down, up and back down, and each time, she managed to get more of him inside of her.

Negals forehead was covered in a sheen of sweat, no doubt from the effort to keep from taking over.

She was grateful for his restraint, for his willingness to relinquish control to her so she wouldnt get overwhelmed—so she would be comfortable with their joining.

And she was.

Somehow, he had made it so that she didnt feel any of the awful awkwardness of getting naked with a man for the first time, of letting him inside of her as if they belonged together.

Too many people didnt realize that sex shouldnt be a casual thing, that such intimacy required a level of connection that could only come after a long period of courtship—that it should be the final step to cement a relationship and not the first.

Except, she was a hypocrite because she was doing exactly what she was preaching against.

She was taking a male she barely knew into her body. But the truth was that even though she didnt know much about Negals past, she knew his soul and the kind of person he was, and that was enough.

When he was as deep inside her as he could go, she leaned over him and kissed him.

Understanding her silent communication, Negal released his hands from their makeshift prison and gripped her thighs.

As he took charge, flipping them around so she was under him, his hold on her was firm but not bruising, and as he found his rhythm, the coil inside of her began winding tighter and tighter.

Everything had been wonderful so far, but having him in control of the joining and letting go was so much more pleasurable that it took mere moments for another orgasm to gather momentum in her belly, and as she felt the coil springing, she instinctively tilted her head to the side, exposing her neck for his bite.

He hissed, and as she climaxed, she felt his seed jet into her, and he struck with his fangs.

The pain was blinding in its intensity, but it only lasted a split second, and then a wave of euphoria washed over her, and she was climaxing again, and again, and again until her body could not take any more, and then she felt as if her soul had left her body, and she was soaring above the clouds.