Page 30 of The Bully Alien

I feel myself harden instantly as the kiss deepens, intensifying with every passing second. She knows it, too, because she's exploring me as well, touching my neck and shoulders with her fingertips as we make out feverishly.

Our fingers intertwine, and I can feel the heat radiating from our bodies as we become more intertwined with each other. The overwhelming desire that was left unspent from earlier is now being satisfied between us in the form of moans and touches that become more intense by the second.

I take off my shirt, and I feel her eyes roam over my body. She licks her lips, and she runs her fingers over my muscles. Delana traces the tattoo on my chest, a star with a rocket ship in the middle, a reminder of how much I wanted to leave this planet.

"Turns out a big guy like me isn't afraid of needles after all," I say. "What do you think?"

"I think it's beautiful," she says as she continues exploring me with her hands.

Her touch is electric, and I can tell that she's enjoying herself as much as I am. My body is alive from the sensation of her exploring me like this. It's like we're both discovering each other for the very first time.

Actually, we are. Earlier was just a giant tease. This is gonna be the payoff.

And from the size of my thick cock, that I swear is bigger and thicker than I have ever let it be before.

My desire for her grows with every second that passes, but I hold back because I don't want to rush things or make it all about sex. This is about pleasure and exploration too.

It's also about letting out our anger.

At each other.

And at our situations.

we need time to savor each moment together because this isn't going to happen again.

I reach for her shirt and take it off. In return, she removes my pants—I never wear boxers or briefs—and lets out a low whistle.

"Like what you see?" I ask with a smirk.

"I don't have anything to compare it to, but that..."

"One word to describe it," I goad.

She rolls her eyes.

"Come on. Don't overthink this," I coax.

"Massive."

"Damn straight."

I reach for her skirt, but she steps back and slowly shimmies out of them and her panties. My gaze rakes over her body. Her hands clench and unclench, and her posture suggests she's uncomfortable.

But then she meets my gaze and gives a cocky little shake of her head, and my cock stirs even more. She can be downright sassy when she wants to be, and I don't think she realizes just how fucking sexy she can be.

I do, however, notice that when she comes up to me, it's from the side that conceals her scar.

I reach for her and run my hands up and down her naked body. So much better than over her clothes as it had been before.

She sinks further into me, accepting everything from me, and I take it a step further. My moves become more daring as I take one of her nipples between two fingers and roll it between them until she moans in pleasure. This only serves to fuel the fire within me more, so I keep going, moving my hand lower until it eventually comes to rest between her legs where I can feel how wet she is for me already.

I lean in closer until our lips meet again. She responds eagerly, wrapping her arms around my neck as she presses herself against me even tighter.

My touch seems to be soothing her unrest, and I even notice the tension in her body start to dissipate.

My fingertips trace circles on her skin as I feel the outline of her waist, hips, and thighs. She leans into my touch as if she wants more, so I keep going, exploring every inch of her now-naked body with my hands until she starts purring with pleasure beneath me.

Delana closes her eyes and moves against me, creating a sensual dance between us that somehow, despite everything, feels like it could last forever but eventually comes to an end when we both become too overwhelmed with pleasure that needs to be released.