He dropped her gently on the bed on her back, and he took her by the hips and flipped her over. His lips touched her perfectly round ass, kissing her cheek gently, and she began to flip back over with he plunged his fingers inside her from behind. She let out a load moan, shuddering from the surprise touch. He pressed his fingers in and out as she spread her legs and began to lift her bottom up onto the air for him.

"Good girl," he said, and she didn't protest—she couldn't protest, because his tongue slid up and down over her clit, and she was so surprised she almost collapsed from the pleasure.

His wet fingers left her insides, making her feel empty as they wrapped around her waist and turned her around. He gazed down at her for a moment, his dick throbbing against the inside of her thigh, so close she could almost feel how it would stretch her open.

"Do you want this?" He asked, but he wasn't teasing or taunting her anymore, he really wanted to make sure she was ready.

She swallowed hard, and as the water from her shower seeped into the bedsheets, the euphoria wore off. She wasn't ready. She wanted to be, but this was just too much.

"I'm sorry," she shook her head, burying her face in her hands. "I didn't mean to—"

"It's okay," Ezra pulled her into his arms, holding her. "I know it's a lot to take in."

"Literally," she laughed against his shoulder. "I mean I figured you guys were big but that thing is a monster."

He laughed. "I think men on your planet would take that as a compliment."

"Yeah, probably," she giggled with him, his arms loose around her waist.

They paused, their laughter fading as their gazes locked and their lips lingered only centimeters apart. He didn't move. He didn't even breathe. He only waited, letting her choose. And she leaned in, their lips brushing against each other.

"I think I actually like you," she whispered so quietly he almost didn't hear her. And then he couldn't wait anymore. He pressed his lips against her, their tongues sliding together as one. Her fingers found the sides of his face, holding his jaw against her gently. He pressed his palm against the center of her back, pulling her closer to him until her bare chest was against him. And he never wanted to let her go. He wanted to keep her there, against him forever. But then she came up for air, breathing heavily.

He loosened his grip on her, letting her have her space. Her fingers fell to his shoulders, almost clawing at him.

He looked sweetly at her before getting up and leaving her alone, naked in the bed. "I still want you to feel good," he said, glancing below her waist.

She nodded, biting and licking her lips. "I want that too."

He smiled warmly, and then his hands grabbed her knees and yanked her legs apart before he plunged his tongue against her clit. It worked back and forth, up and down, round and round, and it pushed against her hole, trying to force his tongue as deep inside her as he could.

She tried to stifle the moans, tried to hide her pleasure, but then he slipped a finger inside, then two, then three, and she was unable to hold back the noises escaping the back of her throat.

It was music to his ears, and the taste of her was so good, so wet, so amazing, he felt as if he was high on it. One hand worked her right nipple, pinching and pulling gently. Another hand worked in and out of her vag, sliding in and out at a tortuously slow speed. And his tongue fell flat against the lips around her opening, mopping up every drop of her.

Mira shook, her heart raced, her body throbbing and fluttering. And the pleasure built, her senses overwhelmed, her body submitting to everything he could give her, and she reached the top of the world, moaning so loud, she felt like she was exploding. And she did, the juices leaking out of her, soaking his face again. He gave her one last gentle lick, making her body convulse as she sunk into the mattress and tried to catch her breath.

He climbed up beside her, and she rested her head on the dip between his shoulder and his chest.

"I love what I can do to your body," he said gently, his thumb tracing the edge of her face softly.

"Me too," she smiled, closing her eyes. She thought in that moment that she should be afraid of what she was feeling. That she shouldn't admit to herself what it was, but she wasn't afraid, and she did admit it. She was falling for this alien man, and she was enjoying every minute of it.