Page 72 of Solan

“I’ll set the pace; you follow.”

The firm grip Solan had on her hips suggested to Vegas it would take all of his discipline to obey her. Solan was not a man who took orders easily.

She stroked her fingers down his firm chest. She would never tire of looking at these muscles. Vegas trailed her tongue after her fingers, taking small nips with her teeth and enjoying the feel of him shuddering beneath her.

“We might have to re-negotiate this arrangement,” Solan growled. “I need to be inside you.”

“You will be. Lay back and enjoy the ride.” Vegas eased herself down slowly, feeling the throbbing press of Solan’s cock. He was rock hard. How was she going to take all of him?

Her thighs trembled as she took an inch inside her. Her muscles clenched but she let herself relax. This was Solan. She trusted him, and she wanted nothing more than to have him deep inside her.

His eyes fluttered closed and his hands flexed as she took more of him.

A groan escaped her lips as she moved up and down, taking more, enjoying the feel of him stretching her to her limits and sending hot shudders through her body.

“I must...”

Vegas pressed her lips to Solan’s, sliding her tongue into his mouth and capturing the taste of him again. She rode him harder, sliding all the way down his shaft.

His deep moan of pleasure had her toes curling. Vegas sat back, reaching behind her and stroking his thigh muscles. His cock bumped against a sensitive spot inside her and she gasped.

Solan’s eyes opened and he reached for her.

“No! Stay where you are. I’m having too much fun to let you get all alpha protective on me. That was a good gasp, a gasp that said you hit the hot spot.”

Solan smiled. His eyes remained open as Vegas fucked him harder. He cupped her ass in his hands, but she grabbed them and pinned him to the bed.

Solan could shake her hands free in a second, but he let her dominate him. Vegas was in charge of this gorgeous alien. He was letting her do what she wanted to him. He trusted her. That made her even hornier.

His eyes closed again and his breathing grew ragged.

Vegas squeezed her muscles around his shaft, heat spreading through her as she ground herself against him with each hard thrust.

“Let me finish you.” Solan raised his head.

Vegas released her grip on his hands. “Knock yourself out.”

“I... what?”

“Go for it! Make me come.” She needed to get Solan up to speed on human colloquialisms before he followed through on one of her comments.

Solan grunted as his hand slid between her legs, his fingers finding her clitoris and his rhythm matching her thrusts.

“Yes.” The word slid out long and slow as Solan’s fingers massaged her throbbing clit. Her nails dug into his shoulders as he matched her thrusts, pounding into her, nudging her closer to the edge.

Stars exploded in her vision as Vegas orgasmed. Solan groaned and clamped her hips onto him as he followed.

Vegas fell onto his chest, her arms feeling weak and her heart pounding as the last of her orgasm fluttered down her thighs.

“Amazing,” breathed out Solan.

Vegas nodded. “That was our first attempt. Imagine what it will be like when we’ve done it a dozen times.”

His hands slid across her back. “We should practise again. I want to experience that.”

Vegas raised her head, her eyes wide. “Are you getting hard already?”

“I am a Galaxar. I do not tire easily.”