Alien in the Family

I licked my lips. “I need you.” I gasped this out.

The predatory smile that made me weak was on his face now. “You sure?” He moved his mouth slowly around me, almost kissing me but not quite. My mouth followed his, trying to get his lips to touch mine.

“Jeff, please . . . don’t . . .”

“Don’t what?” he said near my ear, his breath hot against me.

“Don’t . . . don’t . . . I can’t . . .”

“Can’t what?” he purred. I felt his breath on my neck.

“I can’t wait any longer.” It came out like a wail.

Martini put his face in front of mine again. His eyes were smoldering. “Never let it be said that I made you wait for anything.” He put his mouth onto mine so quickly I jerked back unintentionally. But his hand was there and caught my head as his lips covered mine and his tongue slammed into my mouth.

He’d had me on the edge, and this was all it took. I screamed my climax into his kiss, while my whole body shook. I barely registered as he came into the tub with me and put his knees on either side of my hips. My arms went around him automatically and my hands clutched at his back, and still our kiss went on.

Martini kissed me until my body’s spasms subsided. Then he slowly pulled away. “Water’s nice.” He sat back and settled in. He never took his eyes off mine, and his expression was still predatory. He put his hand toward me. “C’mere, baby.”

I took his hand, and he pulled me to him. I slid on the porcelain, and he flipped my legs over his thighs, wrapped his other hand around my waist and pulled me up onto his lap. I slid my lower legs back so I was straddling him now. He had both hands on my waist. I grabbed his shoulders, back to panting for him. His smile was the sexy half-snarl he got where he reminded me of a jungle cat ready to eat me. I moaned. I wanted him to take me in any way he wanted, as long as he was inside me.

He knew, of course. Either I was already gone enough to satisfy him or he was being kind to me, because he didn’t make me suffer any longer. He pulled my hips down and slid himself inside me.

My head fell back and my back arched. My wailing started immediately. Martini kept his hands on my waist and moved me up and down. He shifted a bit, and his mouth was on my breasts, one then the other. He licked, sucked, nipped, and easily caused another orgasm to crash over me.

I managed to straighten up. He leaned away from my breasts and gave me another half-smile. I grabbed his face in my hands and kissed him, hard and frantically. His hands slid off my waist and up my back while I thrust on him wildly. He growled and pressed my body down in time with my wild rhythm. It didn’t take long before another orgasm slammed through me.

Martini slid his hands up, over my breasts and neck to my face. He gently pulled my mouth away from his. “Turn around.” He lifted me, spun me, and put me on my knees in front of him. I grabbed the side of the tub, and he slid back inside me while I moaned his name. His hands roamed my back then slid around my body, to stroke my breasts and stomach. He pulled me up slowly, so that my back was against his chest. I reached up and grabbed his shoulders.

One hand still toyed with my breasts, but the other trailed down my stomach, as his fingers traced circles on my skin. They slid over me, in time with his thrusts. My head went back against him, and my breath came in gasps, interspersed with short, sharp cries of pleasure. I couldn’t tell how long he kept me like this—the feelings were too intense for me to be able to focus on anything except how he felt on and inside me.

He changed his rhythm a bit and rocked me inside and out—I started to wail in earnest. “That’s right, baby,” he growled softly. “You know what I want.” His thrusts and strokes became harder and faster. I screamed his name as he roared and erupted inside of me, triggering an orgasm so intense I thought I would go insane from pleasure.

Our bodies shook together, each throb from him causing shock waves to course through me. We were locked together in this erotic frenzy for what seemed like hours. Finally, though, our bodies slowed and the feelings subsided and, with them, my ability to stay upright.

I started to slide down into the water, but he was ready for it, and his arms cradled me. Martini turned me back around and held me against him. I nuzzled the hair on his chest as he slid us back under the water. He slid me between his legs, and I wrapped one arm around his waist while the other held his shoulder. He stroked my hair and kissed my forehead.

The water was cool, and I felt him shift and fill the tub up again. The warmth of the water and his body, the sound and feel of his heartbeats, and complete erotic exhaustion made my eyelids heavy. I wasn’t asleep, but I was so relaxed I could have been.

Martini’s hands slid over my skin as he stroked and massaged me. He shifted me again, so my back was against his chest, my head against his shoulder. I was sitting on his lap with my legs between his. He kissed the side of my head while his hands continued to perform a sensual massage.

“I should be doing this to you,” I murmured.

“Later.” His voice was low and silky again. “I feel fine, and right now, I want to feel every part of you.”

“Okay, whatever you say.” I reached up one arm so I could run my fingers through his hair and stroke his face. He kissed my hand as it went by, then went back to nuzzling the side of my head.

“I say you’re mine to take care of. In all ways.”

“Yes, Jeff. Only yours. Only and always yours.”

“Good answer.” I could feel him smile against my skin. “I think I might like baths as much as showers.”

“Mmmm, me too.”

One hand slid between my legs, and he started to massage there, while his other hand rubbed and teased my breasts as his tongue traced my neck. My moans started and didn’t stop until I again sounded like a cat in heat. He didn’t stop until my climax subsided and I was limp against him.

We considered washing off, but the shower for twelve was right there and we didn’t want to make it feel slighted. In deference to the fact he’d only made me orgasm about six times in the tub, Martini ensured that I still loved a shower and a variety of screaming orgasms were had by all.

A human man would have been close to dead after this kind of performance, but Martini was just getting started. His theme seemed to be to see how long he could keep me screaming and docile at the same time. We dried off, if I counted his tongue ru

We were collapsed around each other when there was a knock at the door. I groaned. “Can I wake the Poofs and just have them eat whoever’s there?”

“Nope.” Martini kissed me deeply and got up. This room had everything, including nicer bathrobes than I’d ever seen in my life. He put one on and headed to the door.

“Jeff, you want to take a gun or something?”

“Nope.” He sounded amused.

Men. I heard him open the door and talk to someone. There were so many people trying to hurt us, I got worried. What if it was a shapeshifter? A rogue imageer? Some lunatic with a loaded pineapple? I dragged myself out of the bed and put on the other robe. It felt like velour or silk or silk velour. It was huge on me, but I decided not to care. It was comfy as all get-out.

Martini was still talking to whoever it was, and I figured I’d better see if I needed to bring him some pants or a Glock or something. Gave my hair a fast brush—didn’t want to give the visitor heart failure by looking at me.

Martini’s voice was friendly and cheerful, and, as I walked out, the thought that maybe this was someone he knew, like, God forbid, his mother or father, waved weakly to me from the fuzziness that was my overclimaxed mind.