Colun's Passion (Alien Mates Book Four 4) (9 page)

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The feel of Colun’s hand stroking her arm woke her up. A smile stretched across her lips; even in her sleep-laden brain she knew who was touching her, who held her, and it made her happy. The feel of his hand on her arm gave her that grounded feeling you sometimes got when the most amazing male was holding you, and he was all yours.

Back to reality, she told her brain before she opened her eyes.

“Hi,” she murmured, looking down at her arm because that’s where his eyes were. She moved her arm, that felt like a miracle all by itself. When she added in the fact that there wasn’t any pain, and the raging red claw marks were thin strips of dull pink, she wondered how she could get one of those flowers, roots and all, back with her so modern day medicine would benefit it.

“I feel better.” Her voice was soft when she talked to him, reminding her of that time in eighth grade when she had her first real crush.

“I got to you in time. I was concerned, but I didn’t want you to know.”

She snuggled her head against him rubbing her cheek against his chest.

“Thank you, Colun. You saved my life, again.”

“I like saving your life.” His voice was husky as he looked into her green eyes. “I like the way your eyes spark with determination and then soften with gentleness. I like your spunk and your refusal to die or be treated like you have in the past. I like you.”

His head lowered and he kissed her. She opened and met his tongue as it swept into her mouth bringing with it the hotness of desire. When was the last time she did this and enjoyed it, she wondered as her tongue swept over his. Her nipples were starting to throb.

The deeper he kissed her, the more alive her body felt. Her skin was sensitive as if she were suddenly a live wire sparking out of control. Her Lily was beginning to weep in desire. She rubbed her body against his demanding more.

Stop, panic filled her head. He can’t see you naked; he won’t want you. Wait until tonight when the sun is down. She backed away a little and saw the hurt and the confusion that darkened his gaze.

“I’m not twenty,” she whispered, “or even thirty.” She wouldn’t bow her head or be ashamed of the years she lived or even the trials her body endured because she had endured and against all odds she was still standing.

“I don’t want a twenty-year-old or a thirty-year-old. I want you, the female whose scent is so amazing that just smelling it makes my cock hard. I want you, the female who juts that chin out just before she’s about to stand up for what she believes. I want you, Sara, with all your baggage that you’re valiantly dealing with and your fears.”

She nodded taking a deep breath then she went to her knees and took off the shirt she was wearing. It was ripped in the arm and no longer bright pink. Still, she slipped each shell button from the button hole until it hung off her body. Then with a flex of her shoulders, she let it fall showing off the pink bra with the black border she bought to compliment the shirt.

“You’re beautiful.” Colun took his hands and rubbed them over her ribs that were a bit too thin and then walked his fingers over her stomach. The area that made her so self-conscious. She was going to stop him, but the pads of his fingers felt like magic as he caressed her, making her breath hitch.

Had it ever felt like this before? Like magic was happening and her body was made for this act. He raised onto his knees and slowly walked over to her. His slow approach made it seem that if he came to fast she would dart away and he’d never find her again. Smart male. At this minute she needed to take it slow. He stopped and slipped the buttons out of the holes in his shirt one at a time. She felt her tongue trapped between her teeth before she let it go so it could lick her lips.

Every button he did unveiled a small portion of his muscled chest until the shirt swung open and she could see everything. Good grief, how were men this perfect allowed to live? She bet they had their own zip code or state where only men chiseled to perfection lived. She didn’t want to think about the women who must live there or what they looked like; she was going to be happy that somehow he escaped and was here with her.

His finger came up and traced the edge of her bra around her breast.

“Beautiful,” he said.

The bra or me, she wondered.

“Your breasts are a creamy perfection and the bra highlights it, tempts me, even more, to see the bounty you keep hidden there.”

Yes, please take the bra off and touch me. Careful Sara, don’t show him how much you want this. His touch, his mouth on your nipple. Her pussy spasmed. Her breath caught in her throat, and he wasn’t really touching her yet.

“I want to touch you right here.” He placed his mouth on the side of her neck and sucked at the skin there.

Her head fell back as sounds of lust and need came from her mouth. Her neck felt connected to her whole body, an erogenous zone, but no one in her past ever wanted to touch her there. Colun, on the other hand, took his time. He worshiped her there, sucking on the skin, giving her little bites. Her body sparked with fire by the time he lifted his lips, and she was putty in his hands.

“Did you like that?” he asked as he kissed down her body. The deep purr of his voice went through her.

“Yes, I love the feel of you on my neck and how your fingers are tracing my breast. I want you to kiss them…suck them.” She was a modern day woman in a repressed woman's body. Today she didn’t care; she was going to ask for what she wanted.

“I thought you’d never asked.” He lowered his head taking one of her throbbing nipples into his mouth bra and all. He sucked, and she cried out, her hips punching into the air. His other hand came up to play with her other nipple.

This feeling of bliss, connectedness is what she wanted, what she searched for over the years of her life. Not someone who knew how to make love but someone who was so in tune to her that he couldn’t help but make her see stars.

“Colun.” His name came out with longing and lust and the very end of it was sprinkled with something she couldn’t or wouldn’t identify.

He reached behind her and took off her bra. Her breasts spilled out holding his gaze. He licked his lips before he leaned over and took her pink tipped nipple in his mouth.

“You taste better than the sweetest fruit.”

She closed her eyes and basked in his compliment.

Sara arched her back not believing this was happening. Part of her brain was misfiring because there was no way she could be experiencing pleasure like this. Her legs were shaking, her pussy was throbbing, and her hands were caressing every inch of Colun’s body she could reach. Her mind swam with the pleasure of his touch, the hotness of his mouth on her nipple.

She didn’t care if this was a dream or a delusion or a fantasy by a sick mind. She wanted to ride it to the end to revel in the joy of the moment.

“I could suck your nipples all day long. I think we should do that, go on vacation, maybe to a private beach. You lying on a towel topless, me draped over your body with your nipples in my mouth.” He switched nipples allowing her other nipple to experience the same glorious wonder of his lips on her.

She was throbbing. She saw herself on that beach with Colun draped over her body like a blanket and felt herself become wetter. How was it that life could still give her surprises at this age?

Her hands went to his thick hair; she pulled it out of the man bun he preferred and ran her hand through it. His hair spread over his shoulders making him look even wilder as he lifted his head and pulled on her nipple. The fire in his gray eyes burning her as his teeth clamped down on her.

She was so damn empty on the inside; she wanted to mount him and ride him like he was a wild horse. Her body moved underneath him encouraging him.

“So impatient, love,” he teased the corner of her mouth before kissing her deeply again.

Was she his love? Had she ever been anyone’s love? The past didn’t matter to her in that minute, any male there might have been was faceless and nameless, all that mattered was Colun and his roughly whispered words of passion in her ear.

She wanted to be his love more than she wanted anything in her life. She wanted to be his heart, right there in the middle, so that if you ever opened it up you would see a picture of her.

His hand was between her legs resting on the top of her pussy, pushing down slightly then letting up. He was teasing her, killing her. She needed more.

She should touch him, caress him more, let him know she wasn’t in this solely for her own pleasure. She wanted to hear him moan, watch his eyes get big at the things she was doing to him. She placed her hands against his chest trying to push him over even as her pussy rubbed against his leg like she was in heat.

“Colun.” Her voice sounded frustrated from trying to turn him over. He was like a mountain, immovable.”

“Sara, I want to do this. I want to touch you; I need to touch you. You’ll get a chance, a chance to touch me and taste me but this is my chance, and I want to see you flying. Diving off cliffs and screaming with joy when you do it.” He reached down to undo her button and the zipper of her pants. With a slow movement, he drew them down her legs, teasing her as he took them off.

He lowered his head and took in a deep breath when his nose was in her pussy.

“Your scent makes my cock hard enough to bend steel. I love it.”

His tongue came out, and her eyes opened wide because the men she knew didn’t do that. He licked at the seam of her pussy. She tried to crawl out of her skin; it felt that good. Her throat worked on the cry that was clawing its way up as her hips thrust up trying to get his tongue back.

“Mmm, you like that.” There was a smile in his voice. Then he stiffed his tongue and licked deeply. Sara screamed her pleasure as her body tightened around him. Her legs went around his neck, and he stuck his tongue deep inside of her, lapping up the cream her body made.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, “and your pussy is beautiful too.”

He took a finger and placed it in the wetness coming from her until he could insert it without any pain.

“Oh my,” she cried, moving her hips up.

He inserted a second giving her a feeling of being full. His head moved between her legs until his lips closed over her clit sucking on it. He lapped at it and played with her as her body shook.

“Colun, stop,” she begged. “I’m going to come on you, on your fingers and in your mouth you have to…”

He sucked harder, moved his fingers faster. She grabbed his hair, tightened her legs, and held on for dear life as her body shook and broke apart around his. She screamed her pleasure until she finally began to circle around to come in for a landing. Still, he sucked on her clit and played with her pussy. There was no soft landing; she crashed with every intention of doing it again.

He gave her pussy one more lick and petted it before he finally crawled up her body. “How are you doing, love?”

“I’m…” How was she supposed to tell him she was great, wonderful, more fulfilled than she ever remember being? She opened and closed her mouth looking for the words that were refusing to come.

“You made me feel like the most important woman in the world.” Maybe it was a little corny sounding she told her brain, but it was as close as she could get to how he made her feel.

He gathered her into his arms and held her tight. “Sara, you are the most important woman in my world.”

Strong women don’t cry, she told herself, but her heart didn’t care. A tear slipped out anyway because she was living her dream in a period that would never exist for her, with a male who wasn’t from Earth, and she’d never been as happy as she was right now.

“What about you?” Her hand went down his body to feel his thick erection standing proud.

“I want to be buried deep inside you, love, but not until after you eat. You need your strength.”

He gave her another tender kiss before he stood. He was still wearing his jeans, but they were unsnapped and unzipped, and his erection was standing tall. He didn’t hide or try to put his cock away. He stood proudly and allowed her to look, have her fill before he went over to retrieve the food he cooked yesterday.

He wants me to eat before he makes love to me. I know he wants me; his cock doesn’t lie, but still he’s putting what I need before his needs. That never happened when she was married. She caught replays of sex with her ex-husband on the viewer of her mind. He was always ready before her. He was always fast, and he never wanted to hold her after or slow things down. He never put her needs before his. After a while, she thought that was the way it was supposed to be.

Now Colun was shattering all her preconceived notions, and she wanted to feel him deep inside her, maybe for a lifetime.

He brought the food to her and sat down on the furs across from her. “Think of this as a rabbit. I believe this was the forerunner to rabbits. Although I assure you this rabbit wasn’t sweet or kind and if you tried to pet it you’d lose several fingers, but it is tasty.”

“What’s this?”

“It doesn’t have a name; I believe it’s from the fruit family, and it will help to rejuvenate you.”

She took a bit in her mouth and moaned as the coolness of the juice slid down her throat. It had to be some kind of exotic melon.

“That’s good.”

“I know, it’s one of the things I miss on the modern day Earth.”

“When you came to Earth did you leave all your family behind? Were you married or in a relationship?” She took a bite of the meat liking it; she took another bite as she waited for Colun to answer.

“I had a brother a couple of years older than me, the two of us were both picked for this trip. He didn’t live past a couple of centuries here. We were ambushed by a group of Sudir that banded together. He sacrificed his life so that I could get the children out alive.”

The pain in his eyes made her want to leave the subject alone, but she knew he was waiting for the next question.

“Do they attack like that today? In groups, there was only one at the mall.”