My Alien King (Paranormal Romance Aliens) by Ashley West

synonyms for being more than he deserved, and the look she gave him was full of heat and the answer to his question.
    “Do you?” she asked, arching an eyebrow and biting her lip.
    Asher couldn’t nod fast enough. Saying that he wanted to have sex with her was something of an understatement in this case.
    She reached up and brushed some hair out of his face, sliding fingers down his cheek. With a grin on her face, she moved lightning quick, flipping their positions so he was flat on his back blinking in surprise with her straddling his hips.
    “Creators,” he gasped at the picture she made, grinning and bracing herself above him.
    “Just Mia is fine,” she teased, dipping down to kiss him deeply.
    Asher was more than content to let her be in charge if that was what she wanted. He pressed up into the kiss and gave as good as he got, though, unwilling to lie there and be completely passive.
    It didn’t take long at all for them to be shedding their clothes, and Asher watched as Mia pulled her shirt over her head, revealing her body to him.
    She was beautiful, every curve and dip in her body drawing his eyes and making him want to spend time just touching her and kissing her all over. His approval must have shown in his eyes because she was blushing lightly under his gaze, averting her eyes for a moment before she smiled and slid her hands up his chest.
    They had to separate in order to take off their pants and underwear, but it was momentary, and no sooner had they gotten themselves naked than they were coming right back together, hands moving over warm skin and mouths moving together.
    When Asher tentatively slid his tongue along the seam of Mia’s lips, she smiled against his and parted them, letting him inside.
    It only took minutes for her to up the ante, though, breaking away from the kiss and kissing her way down his body, lingering at his neck and collarbones before continuing to his chest, circling each nipple with her tongue.
    Asher gasped and arched, heat rushing through him like nothing he’d ever felt before.
    Of course, that was nothing compared to how it felt when her mouth moved lower, skimming up the shaft of his rapidly hardening erection before sliding over the head of him with precision.
    “Holy crap ,” Asher groaned, and then followed it up with some explosive swearing in his native language just to make sure he got the point across that what she was doing was very good. He’d never had a mouth there before, and the slick, wet heat was so amazing that he was shuddering and gripping the covers in his hands.
    He didn’t want to come like that, though, in her mouth while she didn’t get anything out of it, and he said so with the little bit of breath he was able to draw. “I wanna make you come,” he panted.
    Mia pulled off of him and smiled. “Yeah?”
    “Yeah,” he replied, nodding earnestly.
    And for someone with no experience under his belt, he made it work. He changed their positions on the bed, and loomed over her, pressing inside of her slick heat with slow precision.
    Every little sound she made for him was amazing, and he was determined to get more of them out, determined to make her feel just as good as being around her made him feel.
    In the end, it was all instincts. He rolled his hips, watching her face for any sign of discomfort, and when all he saw was pleasure, he kept going, moving faster, pumping into her with an almost desperate need to be closer.
    “Asher,” she moaned, clinging to him, and there wasn’t anything better than that. Than hearing his name on her lips as she trembled under him.
    Her hips lifted, meeting him thrust for thrust, and it was all ragged sighs and mingled breaths, the two of them trying to kiss and breathe and touch each other at the same time.
    When she came, she went tight around him, and Asher shuddered, following right after and burying his face in the crook of her neck as he tried not to make too much noise. It felt amazing, warmth and bliss