and
slid over skin so smooth it made him want to pause to lick every
inch. He encountered a surprising discovery. She was completely
nude from the waist down. He didn’t stop his descent until he
parted her slit with one of his fingers. She moaned and tilted her
hips forward, inviting him inside. She didn’t have hair like some
humanoid females. He wouldn’t have cared either way. Her soft sex
was slick and drenched with need. His cock swelled as his desire
soared in anticipation of plunging deep inside her.
As he thrust a finger inside her
channel, and slowly pumped in and out, she trembled in his arms and
broke off their kiss to whisper his name. Vren thought he might
burst from his pouch. He could hardly believe she was so
responsive, so different from D’Lyrian females.
Since she didn’t seem to appreciate
some of the sounds he made, he fought back the desire to yowl in
elation after he tested the depth of her sheath and discovered she
could accept his length. He tightened his arm to hold her captive,
and she practically rode his finger as she moved in unison with his
thrusts. He slipped another inside her channel to join the first.
She gasped and held on to him as he stroked her soaked pussy and
made sure he rubbed the base of his palm on her clit. The little
nub stiffened and grew in readiness for his tongue to tease and his
lips to suck.
He needed to move her. There was a
seat in her dwelling she called a couch. She moaned in protest as
he removed his fingers, but he sealed his lips over hers in a
possessive kiss as he swept her up into his arms. She clung to him
and sank her nails into his shoulders, not deep enough to cut, but
firm enough to let him know she didn’t want him to release her. He
couldn’t imagine letting her go—ever.
*
What the hell is he
doing?
He’d caught her at the
door, and before she’d been able to utter a protest, he’d kissed
her. Bethany’s mind reeled, unable to think or act rationally. She
did the only thing her body wanted. She kissed him back. God. He tasted good.
Salty sweet. His strong arms enveloped her and held her firm
against his amazing body. She sensed his strength—tempered but
capable of crushing her if he wanted.
He pushed aside her robe and cupped
her breast with one large hand. The nipple hardened instantly. Each
time his palm caressed the mound, the soft material of her t-shirt
slid across the sensitive nub. The sensation sent jolts of pleasure
from the tip all the way down to her pussy, forcing little moans of
delight to escape from her throat. Unaccustomed wetness flooded her
sex and made her ache with a need so great it became almost
unbearable. She wanted to protest as he released her breast, but
his hand trailed a heated path down her stomach while his kiss
deepened.
The second his finger stroked along
the seam of her sex Bethany couldn’t hold back another moan, and
her traitorous pussy pushed against his hand, opening for him,
begging him to continue. He didn’t disappoint. His fingers caressed
her moist outer lips first before they probed into the soaked
dampness of her inner folds. Bethany thought she might die from the
sensations he roused within her.
No one had ever turned her on quite
like Vren, and she’d never responded to any man’s touch like she
did with him. She wanted to have sex with him, needed to have him
between her legs, taking her. Was it madness to want something so
badly, especially from an alien? She should stop him, or at least
try to stop him.
It’s just sex, she rationalized, willing to believe anything she
said. Her mind was just as traitorous as her body.
His kiss and hand annihilated any
further objections as he plunged a long, thick finger into her and
thrust in and out of her slick channel. He hit places she never
knew existed. The exquisite sensations were almost
overwhelming.
She could barely breathe as she tore
her lips from his, and sighed, “Vren.”
His grip tightened around her waist as
he
slid over skin so smooth it made him want to pause to lick every
inch. He encountered a surprising discovery. She was completely
nude from the waist down. He didn’t stop his descent until he
parted her slit with one of his fingers. She moaned and tilted her
hips forward, inviting him inside. She didn’t have hair like some
humanoid females. He wouldn’t have cared either way. Her soft sex
was slick and drenched with need. His cock swelled as his desire
soared in anticipation of plunging deep inside her.
As he thrust a finger inside her
channel, and slowly pumped in and out, she trembled in his arms and
broke off their kiss to whisper his name. Vren thought he might
burst from his pouch. He could hardly believe she was so
responsive, so different from D’Lyrian females.
Since she didn’t seem to appreciate
some of the sounds he made, he fought back the desire to yowl in
elation after he tested the depth of her sheath and discovered she
could accept his length. He tightened his arm to hold her captive,
and she practically rode his finger as she moved in unison with his
thrusts. He slipped another inside her channel to join the first.
She gasped and held on to him as he stroked her soaked pussy and
made sure he rubbed the base of his palm on her clit. The little
nub stiffened and grew in readiness for his tongue to tease and his
lips to suck.
He needed to move her. There was a
seat in her dwelling she called a couch. She moaned in protest as
he removed his fingers, but he sealed his lips over hers in a
possessive kiss as he swept her up into his arms. She clung to him
and sank her nails into his shoulders, not deep enough to cut, but
firm enough to let him know she didn’t want him to release her. He
couldn’t imagine letting her go—ever.
*
What the hell is he
doing?
He’d caught her at the
door, and before she’d been able to utter a protest, he’d kissed
her. Bethany’s mind reeled, unable to think or act rationally. She
did the only thing her body wanted. She kissed him back. God. He tasted good.
Salty sweet. His strong arms enveloped her and held her firm
against his amazing body. She sensed his strength—tempered but
capable of crushing her if he wanted.
He pushed aside her robe and cupped
her breast with one large hand. The nipple hardened instantly. Each
time his palm caressed the mound, the soft material of her t-shirt
slid across the sensitive nub. The sensation sent jolts of pleasure
from the tip all the way down to her pussy, forcing little moans of
delight to escape from her throat. Unaccustomed wetness flooded her
sex and made her ache with a need so great it became almost
unbearable. She wanted to protest as he released her breast, but
his hand trailed a heated path down her stomach while his kiss
deepened.
The second his finger stroked along
the seam of her sex Bethany couldn’t hold back another moan, and
her traitorous pussy pushed against his hand, opening for him,
begging him to continue. He didn’t disappoint. His fingers caressed
her moist outer lips first before they probed into the soaked
dampness of her inner folds. Bethany thought she might die from the
sensations he roused within her.
No one had ever turned her on quite
like Vren, and she’d never responded to any man’s touch like she
did with him. She wanted to have sex with him, needed to have him
between her legs, taking her. Was it madness to want something so
badly, especially from an alien? She should stop him, or at least
try to stop him.
It’s just sex, she rationalized, willing to believe anything she
said. Her mind was just as traitorous as her body.
His kiss and hand annihilated any
further objections as he plunged a long, thick finger into her and
thrust in and out of her slick channel. He hit places she never
knew existed. The exquisite sensations were almost
overwhelming.
She could barely breathe as she tore
her lips from his, and sighed, “Vren.”
His grip tightened around her waist as
he
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