CHAPTER SIX

 

 

- Hannah

The water feels delicious, pouring over my body. I feel my muscles relax as I run my hands lightly over myself. There’s no soap or shampoo in here, so I just scrub myself up as best I can. I’m just so happy and thankful to be taking a shower! Carefully, I make sure I don’t get water in my mouth—just in case. I’d be grossed out to find out how they process this, no matter what.

I need to figure out how to talk Bren into taking me home. Back to Earth. I’m sure they can.

He never looked surprised to see me. They appear to know about humans and it didn’t take him long to learn the language. I’ve got to get him to teach me that trick too. Languages were never my strong suit.

They’re obviously a very advanced race.

So…number one, I need to try to talk him into taking me home and just dropping me off. But then how will I explain how I got back? Where I’ve been? Fuck!

I’ll just have to tell the truth, but I want to get back to my life, and my career. Is that even possible now? The more I think about it, the more my head hurts.

One thing at a time. I’m here. With an advanced race of aliens, and I’m going to spend as much time as possible learning as much as I can. I’d be kidding myself if I didn’t admit that I’m fascinated with them. There’s so much I would love to study about their biology and the similarities and differences between us.

But with the way Bren is acting, I’m not sure what to think. Stroking me, carrying me—like a pet.

He could sell me. If they’re anything like humans, I’m in a world of trouble.

No. It’s better to get back to Earth ASAP. I’ve just got to deal with whatever he throws my way. He’s a big guy. He could squish me like a bug.

Now that I’m clean and a bit relaxed, I brace myself mentally.

I can do this! Be their guest and represent humans. Show how smart, progressive, and kind we are.

Stay alive. And get home.

Simple, right?

With my body clean and my mind firmly set, I shut off the spray. The shower door disappears as the spray dies.

I gasp and grab my chest. Fuck me.

Bren is sitting right there with just a towel wrapped around his waist. He scared the shit out of me! Is he planning to shower next?

Trying to be modest, I cover myself with my hands but it’s a pretty futile effort. He’s seen everything and holds up a towel, opening it for me.

“Thank you.” Reaching forward, I try to grab it from him, but his large body dwarfs the space as he pulls me towards him and wraps the towel around me, effectively tugging and trapping me against his chest.

His very warm, defined chest. He smells good too. He doesn’t need a shower.

Trying not to stare at his impressive body, I quickly categorize the toned muscles and ornate, light tattoos that travel from his neck and chest, down his arms. They swirl with green, blue, and even mauve. It doesn’t look like a normal tattoo since the colors aren’t stationary but I don’t want to stare too closely.

We are eye level since he’s sitting, arms pressing us tightly together. His nostrils flare and eyelids droop sensually as he starts to rub the towel, soaking up the water on my body. Starting at my shoulders, his hands run up my arms before moving onto my back.

His touch sends tingles through me as he slowly runs his hands and eyes over me.

Okay. I can handle this. I just told myself I was going to do whatever it takes to survive.

Whatever it takes!

If he figures he needs a little alien anatomy lesson, so be it. I’ll use this to my advantage, right?

Pulling the towel slowly away from my body, he moves it up to dry my hair. It’s a matted mess down my back, but that’s what happens when you don’t have conditioner and you haven’t cut it in a year. I just haven’t bothered to keep up with it during my time in space.

Drying my face and neck, he lets the towel drop next to us. His hands trace from my neck to my chest. He seems fascinated as he slowly circles my nipples with his thumbs before cupping them gently. Tingles shoot out from his fingers and dance across my skin, right to my clit. I should be mortified! I should be snatching the towel back up and wrapping it around myself, slapping his hands away and yelling no. But it feels so good. Like I’m walking through a desert and he’s the water. Every touch is electric and the more he touches me, the more I feel like I need it.

“You are so smooth and soft.” His voice is deeper now as he watches my nipples pucker in the cool air.

Despite myself, I can’t help the thrill of arousal that shoots through my body. It’s been a long time since anyone has touched me. Is that why I’m so attracted to him?

Reaching out slowly, I put my hand on his neck and run it down his arm, tracing a fine line. There are markings that cover his chest, arms and even part of his neck. Are these tattoos or part of his genetic makeup?

His skin is like velvet with fine, soft hair that seems to come up to reach my fingers as I graze it. “You feel like velvet.” My voice is breathless and barely above a whisper before I clear my throat.

Concentrate, damn it! “Did you find any clothes I could wear?”

He blinks and then grabs me into his arms, pressing my naked body to his sculpted, firm chest before walking out to the bedroom. “You don’t need them here.”

Lowering us both down to the bed, he lays me down under him. He’s holding himself above me on his knees and elbows.

I have a terrible urge to stroke him all over. Or rub against him like a cat in heat. He feels so good against me with those soft hairs against my naked body. But I’m also petrified.

Even though I’m attracted to him, he’s an alien and I’m at his mercy. And he’s just so big! All I can see is the broad expanse of his chest and arms, caging me in.

His face lowers to mine slowly and I think for a second, he’s going to kiss me—and I want him to…but instead, he leans in to run his nose and face up the side of my neck to my ear.

I hear him inhale as goosebumps break out everywhere on my body. It’s like an electrical volt went straight up and down my spine, tightening my nipples and I feel my pussy clench. Liquid gushes from me and I can’t help gasping in dismay and embarrassment.

What is going on with me? I’ve never reacted this way to a guy. Sure, I’ve been horny, but this is ridiculous.

Squeezing my legs together, I feel moisture slick between my legs. Panicking, I can’t help asking, “Do I smell clean? There wasn’t any soap or anything.”

He audibly inhales above me and I watch in fascination as his eyes close as if savoring the smell. “You smell so wonderful. Don’t move.”

The words are barely out of his mouth before he starts slowly moving his face down my body. His sniffing isn’t loud, but I’m frozen in shock and fear as he keeps getting lower before stopping over my crotch. “Spread your thighs.” His breath is warm on my pussy as he breathes deeply, waiting for me to comply.

Sitting up on my elbows a bit, I hesitate. “What are you doing?”

His eyes meet mine as his head lifts. “I want to taste you. You smell so good and this is where it is coming from.” Licking his lips, his eyes drop to my pussy again and he moves his arms quickly tucking them around my thighs and pulling them apart.

I gasp and drop onto my back at his move. Fuck me, he’s fast!

“Wait!” I lift up onto my arms again to look at him hovering over my spread body. “I’m sensitive there. Please be careful.” I lay back and close my eyes, resigning myself. It’s not that I don’t want this. I’m super horny and every touch from him just seems to ramp that up more. But I’ve never been comfortable with guys going down on me. I guess in my own head, I can’t understand what would attract them to do that.

“I’ll be gentle. Just relax.” His tongue immediately starts sliding along my slit, working it’s way inside.

It feels incredible and I jump and grab his head without thinking. My hands sink into his hair as he uses his hands wrapped around my legs to expose me more to his mouth. My back arches as I throw my head back and moan.

Yes! Did I say that aloud?

Does it matter? I’m grinding my pussy on his lips, as I start to breathe harder. Jolts of fiery pleasure shoot through me and I can’t help but surrender to the bliss.

He doesn’t stop either. He picks up speed as his tongue slides up and down my now gushing cleft. I absently note that there is something about it that feels different from anything I’ve experienced before. But this whole experience is so much more.

More wetness. More pleasure. More need. I need this now. With my head thrown back, I see bright lights in my vision as I feel an impending orgasm rushing towards me.

Hot and thick, he penetrates me with his tongue as he moans, adding a nice vibration into the mix.

I arch my back, squirming at how good it feels as he continues to plunge his tongue inside me.

His arms tighten more as I start to pant.

His tongue is roaming back and forth, hitting my clit repeatedly, shooting pleasure through me at a speed my mind can’t keep up with.

My body is tightening at the instant pleasure his tongue creates. Moaning, I pull him tighter against my clit as he starts to apply just the perfect movement against me.

I feel his hair start to unravel in my hands as it gets knotted around me, holding my hands to his head. That’s…interesting. It moves on its own, running up my wrists to my shoulders. But there’s no time to question it. I can’t concentrate on anything but his mouth!

His hot, textured tongue teases and torments me. I don’t even recognize the keening noises I’m making as I look down to watch him dominate me with his mouth.

He sucks, then licks before scraping his teeth lightly down me to plunge his tongue inside me again. It’s incredible and I know I’m going to come soon if he doesn’t stop. I don’t want him to stop either. It’s just too damn good.

Licking back up, he pushes at the hood of my clit, tormenting that tiny spot making my legs shake and driving me wild.

I clutch him tighter, moving my hands in his hair and arching into his movements. One of the arms around my legs loosens and I feel a thick finger pressing inside me.

I squeeze it instinctively, milking it while he licks. The ache inside me builds as he rubs and pushes further inside. That’s all it takes.

My body tenses, freezing as I explode. Moisture rushes from my cunt as moans tear from my throat. I see stars as my body shakes and squeezes his finger.

His tongue laps at me gently and moves down again to plunge inside me and his moans join mine. Whatever he’s doing to me is way beyond anything I’ve ever felt before. Never have I come so hard or for so long. Even my handy vibrator never topped this!

Bren’s mouth moves away as he pants over me, each breath sending shock waves through my system. His finger slowly slides out of me and I can tell I’m soaked.

He uses his fingers to spread my juices around, up and down.

I moan softly as he brushes my oversensitive tissue. He coats me with my slick release.

When the bed moves, I open my eyes to see him moving up my body. His hair floats all around his head, totally wrecked from the ornate style it was in earlier. It seems like it is reaching for me.

I stare at him in shock as he climbs over me and pins me again under him before pulling the towel off his lower body.

I’m not going to panic—or look down. He just gave me the most incredible orgasm of my entire life. And he looks like he enjoyed it too with his wild hair and lust-filled eyes. I’m sure I’m looking at him the same way as he slowly lowers himself down and I feel his cock nudge my opening.