26. Ozadus

Icatch Lisa holding her hand out in front of her to stare at the ring on her finger. A few minutes later, I see her doing it again.

When she sees me watching her, she flashes me a sly grin. “I can’t help it.” She laughs. “I just love it.”

My laughter is loud enough to wake the baby, and she quickly shushes me. “Sorry,” I whisper. “But I’m glad you like it.”

“I don’t just like it. I love it. And I love you. And I’m looking forward to our future together and maybe even more babies.”

I take her into my arms and kiss her. “You know, I like that idea.”

“I thought you might.”

She stands on her tiptoes so that she can press her lips against mine again. “Ozadus, I’m so grateful to have you and Zhara in my life.”

“I feel the same way.”

I sweep her off her feet, bridal style, and carry her to our bedroom. Once inside the bedroom, I tenderly set her down. Her eyes communicate everything I need to know. They are filled with love, anticipation, and a spark of excitement. Subtly, I brush away a lock of hair from her face, tracing her features with my fingers.

”Lisa,” I whisper. ”I want this moment to be special.”

A soft smile tugs at her lips as she nods. ”It already is,” she answers.

I take a moment to admire how the silver moonlight streaming through the window bathes her in an ethereal glow. The ring on her finger catches the light, throwing patterns across the room. It”s an unfamiliar yet beautifully human tradition that I have grown to love since I resolved to honor her customs.

Gently, almost reverently, our lips meet again – slower this time, full of promise for what lies ahead. She tangles her fingers in my hair and pulls me closer, signaling that our slow dance of passion has begun.

Time seems to slow as we lose ourselves in each other”s embrace, communicating not through words but through soft touches and shared breaths. The world beyond our bedroom fades away until there”s only Lisa and me.

Slowly, I begin unbuttoning her blouse, each button revealing a sliver more of her soft skin. Her breath catches in her throat as my fingers trace the outline of her collarbone. She reciprocates by tracing the contours of my face with her fingertips, a curious blend of tenderness and urgency in her touch.

There’s a beauty in the quietness and intimacy of these moments, a calm before the storm of our passion. As the last button of her blouse is undone, she shivers slightly under my touch, her skin warm to my fingertips. I press a gentle kiss to her collarbone, taking a moment to just breathe her in.

She takes my face into her hands, guiding my gaze back up to hers. Her eyes are shining with emotion, and I can feel the love radiating from her.

”Ozadus,” she breathes. ”I love you.”

Her declaration pushes me over the edge, and I hungrily claim her lips once again, lost in the wave of emotions coursing through me. My hands find their way to her waist as hers travel up my shirt, exploring the foreign contours of my body. The air between us becomes charged, our bodies melting into each other as we cross the threshold from sweet tenderness to raw passion.

She pulls away slightly to catch her breath, gasping softly as my fingers trace down her spine. Then she mirrors the action, sending an electrifying jolt through me that makes me shudder with anticipation.

With her help, my shirt joins hers on the floor. A hint of appreciation flashes across Lisa’s face as she traces the ridges and valleys of my alien physique. Her fingers trace the lines of my skin, unique to my species with its distinctive scales.

With confidence, Lisa entwines her fingers with mine before guiding my hand to the zipper of her skirt. My other hand finds the small of her back, pulling her body closer to mine.

As the skirt falls away, leaving her in just her undergarments, I marvel at the goddess before me. I can”t help but trace the curve of her hips with my hand. She’s so uniquely beautiful, so uniquely human.

Lisa”s cheeks flush under my gaze. She returns the favor by exploring my chest further, tracing patterns that send waves of anticipation through me.

The air between us crackles with desire as our bodies start moving against each other in a rhythm as old as time itself. We move together on this precipice of intimacy and anticipation that only deepens our connection.

Her breath hitches as I press kisses down her neck and shoulder, cherishing every human inch of her. Lisa”s hands roam over my back before sliding into my hair again, pulling me closer until there is no more space left between us.

Every breath we share and every heartbeat we sync increases the tension that coils tight in both of us. The world fades away entirely as I unclasp her bra, revealing her in all her vulnerability and beauty. She gasps softly, her fingers clutching my shoulders. The moonlight paints her skin silver, making her look surreal and ethereal.

Gently I lean in, pressing a soft kiss between her breasts before trailing upwards to capture her lips once more. The spark of desire in her eyes fuels my own, and I let my hands roam across her body with newfound urgency.

In response to my touch, she arches against me, a soft moan escaping from her lips. It”s a sound that sets my blood on fire, a signal to press harder and move faster.

Lisa reciprocates by exploring the ripple of muscles on my back. Her touch is light yet insistent, each stroke creating patterns of pleasure that shoot straight through me. She tugs at the waistband of my pants, signaling that she too is ready for the next step.

Together we shed the last barriers of clothing between us, exposing our bodies to each other fully. The sight of Lisa”s flushed skin sends a surge of protectiveness through me.

Lisa”s breath hitches as I slide my hand down her body and into the flood of warmth between her thighs. She gasps out my name as I explore the soft folds, learning the topography of pleasure unique to her.

Her fingers dig into my shoulders as I slip a finger inside her, slow at first then quicker as she grows accustomed to the sensation. Her hips jerk up to meet my thrusts while she clings to me, whispering my name in a soft plea. I respond by pressing deeper, her walls clenching around me in a rhythmic dance of pleasure.

Her other hand fumbles along my abdomen before wrapping around my cock, giving me a jolt of pleasure that has me biting back a groan. Her fingers are soft and warm as they stroke along the length of me, playing with the rhythm we”ve established.

One hand on the small of her back, the other buried deep within her, I bend down to capture her lips in a heated kiss. The intimacy of our actions magnifies the desire coursing through my veins, pushing me closer to the edge of reason. Our breaths come in ragged pants, bodies moving in synchrony with each other”s needs.

”Ozadus...” Lisa breaks off our kiss to moan out my name, her eyes glazed over with desire. She tugs at my hair, pulling me down to press sloppy kisses along my neck. Her touch is elsewhere now, driving me wild with desperation and anticipation.

Feeling her so close pushes me over the brink. ”Lisa,” I murmur into her ear. ”I need you.”

She gasps at my words and nods, eyes speaking volumes that words could not convey.

With one more glance at Lisa for confirmation, I position myself at her entrance. Slowly but surely, we join as one. Lisa lets out a soft sigh as I push in gently. Her body tenses and then relaxes beneath mine as we take a moment to adjust to each other.

In unison, we start to move. I go slow at first and then quicker, surrendering to the rhythm that is our bodies’ natural song. The sensation is overwhelming, waves of pleasure radiating from where we are joined. Her fingers dig into my shoulders, her gasps and moans a symphony in my ears.

The room fills with the heady scent of desire and sweat, of us, and everything else becomes a distant memory. It”s just her and me, two bodies entwined, two souls becoming one under the ethereal glow of the Glimner moon.

My lips find hers again in a kiss that is not just passionate but sacred, a testament to our love. Her breaths are coming out in short gasps now. I can feel her body trembling beneath mine, signaling her impending climax.

”So good... so good,” she murmurs against my lips, her voice tinged with pleasure. Her words send a fresh wave of desire coursing through me.

Our pace quickens as Lisa”s cries grow louder. She clamps around me tightly, throwing her head back in ecstasy as the waves finally crash over her. Her release triggers my own, and I follow her over the edge with a shuddering groan.

We stay locked together for a few more moments as we ride out the aftershocks of our passion. Then slowly, I pull out and collapse beside her on the bed.

Lisa moves closer to me, laying her head on my chest. My arm instinctively wraps around her, pulling her closer until she”s enveloped by my warmth. Her soft breathing tickles my skin as she drifts off to sleep.

I press a soft kiss to her forehead, whispering words of love and devotion into her hair. Lisa stirs slightly, a sleepy smile playing on her lips before she cuddles deeper into my embrace, a content sigh slipping from her parted lips.

The silence that follows is comfortable, filled only with the gentle rhythm of her breathing and the distant sounds of the night outside. Staring at the ceiling, I can”t help but trace the contours of her body with my eyes closed, letting my fingertips get lost in the softness of her skin.

Our bodies still hum with shared pleasure, a tangible connection that makes me feel more alive than ever. As I lay there holding Lisa close, I can”t help but feel the depth of the promise we’ve made to each other. The ring on her hand, glistening in the dim moonlight that flickers through the room, proves it.