StarPyre

the best out of this dream while I still could.
It was time to stop wasting time and rock this dream-male’s world.
Grabbing the alien’s outstretched hand, I tried to pull him close, but he didn’t budge. His strength was far greater than mine, something I should have expected. Swiftly, he tugged me out of my corner, pulling me close. A gasp escaped my lips as I lost my balance, my body smashing into his. The sudden added weight made him fall backward onto the floor, pulling me with him.
Our eyes met as his lavender swirls widened in shock.
They were beautiful, like two miniature galaxies trapped within a pair of purple snow globes, glowing just enough to lure me in. Almost designed to hypnotize me.
Sparks flew wherever we touched, heating my chilled skin as I straddled him.
There was a time and place for foreplay, and this wasn’t it. I wanted this male. I needed to feel myself riding whatever he was equipped with under his loincloth. When would I get another chance to live out one of my fantasies?
Pulling away, I flicked my gaze to his deep blue lips, feeling the urge to drown in them.
Cupping his face, I shoved my lips against his. He gasped in surprise, and my tongue dove into the opening. I moaned as a burst of his candied fruit flavor hit me, making me crave more as I teased his tongue into dancing with mine. His hands moved along my sides tentatively, as if he was lost and unsure what he should hold or do. I smiled against his lips at his sudden shyness or lack of experience.
Ending the kiss, I dropped my hands as I placed a series of pecks along his jawline. Nipping his earlobe, I pressed my lips to his ear. “I am going to rock your world.”
His body stiffened, and I pulled away, smirking at his questioning gaze.
Slowly, I scooted myself backward as I kissed along his neck and down his chest. His emerald skin felt smooth against my lips as his body radiated heat. Like a moth attracted to a flame, the warmth radiating off him made me want to get closer—to have our bodies intertwine in hopes of absorbing every bit of his heat.
His muscles flexed as I dragged my hands from his pectorals to his loincloth, grabbing hold of its rim. Biting my bottom lip, I glanced up to see his glowing lavender gaze locked on mine like a wild storm.
Taking his intense expression as permission, I jerked his loincloth down in a swift movement, throwing it to the side. Nestled between his legs was a golden shaft, its coned head sticking up as if waiting for my touch.
Grabbing his inner thighs, I lowered my head, engulfing his cock’s head with my lips. His body trembled as I teased him, licking his cock from head to base while my hands rubbed him in my mouth’s wake. He quickly grew in size, the head expanding away from his legs’ juncture due to the lengthening and hardening of his shaft.
Gazing up to see his reaction, I found his upper body sprawled on the floor. His abdominal muscles contracted with each bob of my head, each swift swirl of my tongue around his exotic shaped shaft, each squeeze of my fingers in tandem. I licked drops of precum from his glistening head and moaned at the flavor. He tasted sweet with a slightly sour undertone, like a tart fruit salad. If not for the wetness between my thighs and my body’s aching need to be filled, I would have continued sucking him off in hopes of tasting more of the candied fruit-flavored cum.
A wet pop filled the silent room as I pulled my lips from his head. I gazed down at the cock in my hands as I continued to work his shaft, finally being able to study his equipment properly. My hands just barely wrapped around its emerald girth as its golden head stuck out of my grasp. There was a golden beaded rim along the bottom, and two other lines of bumps crisscrossed around the curvy shaft. The feel of the pattern in my palms only added to my excitement as I wondered how it would feel inside me.
The male was twisting his head back and forth on the floor. His white hair was fanned out and flicked side to side from his jerky movement. His hands clawed at the metallic floor as his shaft bounced in my hands.
I didn’t want him to cum yet. Far too many men I’d been with were one-and-done; as soon as they climaxed once, they were done for the night, regardless of whether I finished. Men like that didn’t deserve a second chance to be with me, not when all the focus was on him instead of mutual pleasure.
As I released his shaft, my dream-male’s heated gaze whipped to mine in confusion.
“Don’t worry,” I chuckled. “I’m only just beginning.”
Reaching down with both hands, I pushed my chrome skirt away as I straddled him. I grabbed his erect member and started stroking again. The heat of his body counteracted the chill seeping into my knees as they pressed against the metallic floor. I couldn't believe that I was now sitting atop this dream alien and about to have the ride of my life, no matter how unreal this place seemed to be.
I reached behind me and unclasped my tankini top, throwing it haphazardly to the side. I had always enjoyed the feeling of being braless, especially during sex. My only hope was that he would take my action as an encouragement to explore as I rode him.
I returned my hands to his cock and stroked it confidently as I pressed the hardened shaft against my core. I could feel his hot rod against my abdomen as its head nudged my belly button. Slowly, I ground my folds against his steely base, enjoying the feel of his beads against my sweet spot.
My emerald male watched me in