Free I Married An Alien by Emma Daniels, Ethan Somerville Page B

way my arms were imprisoned between us, made it impossible to reach round him. I let them drop helplessly at my sides
    “ Tears?” Jordan queried, a frown forming on his brow. Before I had a chance to respond, he dropped a tender kiss against my damp eyelids, first one and then the other. “There’s no need to cry. I’ll be gentle with you, always.”
    And I believed him. The soft, soothing rumble of his deep voice, and the gentleness he’d shown so far had already convinced me that he meant me no harm. I’d even begun to suspect I might actually enjoy this mating of ours, so why did I have to spoil it all by bursting into tears?
    Because I wasn’t the beautiful woman he thought I was. I was a fake, a fraud, masquerading as this gorgeous man’s bride.
    “ Don’t you believe me?” he asked, a note of doubt entering his gravelly voice.
    “ It’s not that,” I said, closing my eyes. I could no longer hold his gaze, seeing the glitter of desire for the perfect woman that wasn’t me.
    Suddenly I felt him shudder and my eyes blinked back open. His mouth had grown tight and the frown marring his brow deepened.
    “ What is it?” I asked in concern. “What’s wrong?”
    “ The Aging, I think,” he groaned, gritting his teeth. “It hurts.”
    Instinctively I tried to soothe him by running my hands up his back, feeling the hard play of muscles writing beneath his skin as he shifted uncomfortably. “Then we must put a stop to it right now.” I moved against him, feeling the hard press of his erection against my thigh.
    He groaned again. This time I was certain it was from desire, not pain. I moved my hips again, feeling quite aroused myself from the firm hard pressure of him against me. Liquid heat pooled between my legs, as my insides continued to quiver with shivers of pleasure.
    “ You’re not ready yet,” he murmured against my ear, at the same time gliding his right hand down my body, past my breasts, over the creased, tangled mess my gown had become, and down to my thighs, finally to slide into the very core of me. “Maybe I’ll take that back,” he groaned, as he slid a finger into me. “You’re so slick and wet… but so very tight.”
    He was right. I could feel the pressure of his finger inside me. But it didn’t hurt, and then he began to rub my juices over the outside, moistening that part of me I’d never been game to touch myself.
    Of course I’d heard about it and how much pleasure it could bring, but like some Victorian Lady I had never dared touch myself except in the process of washing and taking care of the monthlies.
    What Jordan did to me now far exceeded the pleasure I’d felt when he’d suckled on my breasts. It was so overpowering, so intense that I soon lost all sense or reason. I became sheer sensation, rocking against him, gasping and panting despite myself. I’d never felt so out of control before and if frightened as much as exhilarated.
    “ Stop, stop,” I begged again. But he didn’t, instead returning his mouth to my breast, sending more jolts of electricity through my body.
    The pressure continued to build, lifting me higher and higher, until I was certain I’d pass out from complete loss of control.
    And then it happened; my first orgasm ever. It surged through me in a burning rush, then ebbed into soft lapping waves that eased me back into such a relaxed state I couldn’t have moved if I’d wanted to.
    But nodding off was not an option, because Jordan increased the number of fingers inside me, making me conscious that he too needed his release.
    “ I wish we had more time,” he murmured, as slid his fingers from me. I glanced up to see him part my thighs so that he could position himself between them. “But this is killing me.”
    “ Then do it,” I urged, my fear of it hurting only a numb reminder in the back of my mind. I was still on too much of a high from that awesome orgasm. Maybe it would also numb my insides should they not be able to accommodate