Free Guard (A Sci-Fi Alien Romance) by Zara Harris

was Simo and what we were doing.
    With shaking fingers, I reached down and fumbled with the waistband of his pants. It wasn’t like I hadn’t done this before – hell, I’d even rammed my hands down an Erostrian guard’s pants – but this was different. He was different.
    He stopped playing with my nipple and pulled off his pants. My eyes widened in surprise. He wasn’t wearing underwear. But that wasn’t the only thing. His erection was enormous. Even the other Erostrian guard was nothing compared to him. I reached for it uncertainly and grasped it gently in my fist. I couldn’t close my hand around it.
    He grinned down at me and pulled off his t-shirt as I started to stroke him. After a couple seconds he pulled away out of my reach. 
    “Don’t you like it?”
    He laughed throatily, leaning forward and walking toward me on his hands. “A bit too much.”
    “What do you mean?”
    He pushed me backward. I fell against the pillowed mattress. He followed me and stopped when he was level with my navel. He looked glanced up into my eyes.
    “I mean, let’s focus on you for a while.”
    I shivered as his soft lips trailed kisses along my navel to the waistband of my jeans. They didn’t stand in his way – he tugged hard and pulled them all the way down my legs to my knees, restricting me from moving and leaving me completely at his mercy. I wasn’t wearing panties – and he’d known that. I was surprised he’d been able to find clothing at the last minute; women’s underwear would have been impossible for him to find without raising suspicion.
    He glanced up at me mischievously. I tried to squeeze my legs together.
    “Don’t be embarrassed,” he whispered.
    “I can’t help it.”
    “ Shhh . Relax.”
    He eased my legs apart gently and dipped his head to my most private place. I cried out as his tongue made contact with the sensitive skin there. I couldn’t stop myself from moaning when he started to lap at the swollen nub of sensitized skin that I’d discovered years before, isolated and alone in my tiny damp apartment. He increased the pressure. I gasped and writhed on the daybed, grabbing the cashmere throw and gripping it tight. Sweet pleasure was building inside me. At the same time, I felt an unfamiliar ache. I wanted him; needed him.
    “Please,” I moaned.
    He understood what it was I wanted without me uttering another word. He understood – even though I didn’t even know what would satisfy my need. His tongue lapped my bud mercilessly and his fingers gently found their way to my opening. Without pausing, he pushed two fingers inside me. My body tightened around them. It took me a couple seconds to realize that my hips were bucking against him, begging him to take me.
    I lost control when he began to trace figures of eight with his tongue. I just couldn’t take it. I cried out in desperation as the pleasure started to feel like too much. And then, just as it did, sweet, delicious relief washed over me. But still he didn’t stop. He kept going until I stopped writhing.
    He lifted himself up and eased himself over me. I pulled him close to me, relishing the pressure of his strong body leaning against mine. His erection pushed into me, sending tingling sensations through my body at the thought of what was to come.
    He smiled into my eyes, as if he knew exactly what I was thinking. I reached down and grabbed his erection, looking into his eyes as I did so.
    “Are you sure you’re ready?”
    I nodded. “I can’t think of anything I want more.”
    He pushed against me, so slowly and gently that I tried to push my hips against him. I wanted him inside me so badly I couldn’t wait any longer. I bit my lip as he pushed the tip of his shaft against my entrance. I had heard it was going to hurt – the girls at high school who’d had sex had all said so. And they’d been with boys; not a strong, well-hung half-human man.
    He stroked my nipple with one hand and used the other to grip my ass and