Stolen and Seduced - Christine Pope Page 0,11

of that firm cock inside me. But now it was inside my mouth instead, and I wanted to make sure this was as good for him as the sex had been for me. I lifted my head a little and let my tongue trace swirls across his silky skin, reveling in its delicate touch.

A brief sigh escaped me as I tasted him, tasted his arousal. The heat of his body seemed to surround me, and that throbbing returned to my core as I suckled his flesh. I wanted him again…but I also wasn’t quite done with him yet. Slowly, I lifted my head from the base of his shaft, and then closed my mouth around him again, sliding up and down, listening to his breathing quicken. Strange how this alien man could have so many of the same tells as a human. He wasn’t there yet, but he was getting close…and I wanted to take advantage of that.

One last lick, one last taste, and then I pushed myself upward and settled myself on him, feeling his heat and his strength fill me. I moved up and down his shaft, the pace quickening as he pumped away beneath me, our movements matching in perfect rhythm. He reached up to caress my breasts, fingers rubbing over my sensitive nipples. Something about the sight of those blue-skinned fingers touching the rosy-brown of my aureolas sent a shudder of excitement through me. Of all the women in the world, this alien had chosen me.

At the moment, I was very, very glad about that.

I closed my fingers over his, feeling him play with my nipples, and then he moved his hands out of the way so I was touching myself, stroking the flesh there just a little, the way I did when I lay in bed alone and needed some release. Only in that moment, it was so much better, because I had him filling me, the exquisite sensation of his hard cock thrusting up into me as I caressed my breasts. His eyes were open, watching me slide my fingers over my nipples, and he smiled, nodding, as if the sight of me pleasing myself pleased him as well.

Our rhythm increased, and I cried out a little at the force of his flesh driving into me, but it was so good, so exquisite, that I knew we wouldn’t stop, not when we were so close. I reached down to touch him, to touch his nipples, hard and strong against my fingertips. He groaned, and that was enough to send me over the edge, the orgasm bursting through me as I clenched myself around his shaft, throbbing, my juices mingling with his as he came as well, his back arching, sending him ever deeper into me with the force of his passion.

How he managed it, when I knew I was feeling wrung out as an old dishrag, I didn’t know, but somehow, he managed to reach up and lift me from his shaft, settle me down on the bed next to him. He rolled over on his side and kissed me, his breath warm against my cheek, against the side of my neck.

“I knew you were the one,” he murmured.

“The one what?” I asked.

“The one for me.”

Based on raw sexual compatibility, I had to agree. No one else had made me come so hard, or so often. If we’d just hooked up in a bar or after meeting at a party, I would have thought I’d just hit the sexual equivalent of winning the lottery. But now —

“I don’t even know your name,” I said abruptly, although that wasn’t really what I’d meant.

“You may call me Dev.”

“Is that your real name?”

“It’s the closest approximation in your language.”

I guessed I had to be content with that. I also knew I should probably just keep my mouth shut, revel in the afterglow, and not push things, but I’d never been very good at that. “So…what now?”

One corner of his mouth lifted ever so slightly. “Ready again so soon?”

“That’s not what I meant.”

For a few seconds, he said nothing. “That depends on you, Blake, on whether you are ready. I know there is no one else here on this world who is as compatible with me as you, but if you wish, it can end here. You have your friends in this world, like the one whose need brought you onto the highway last night. Your family, your life. It would be a great deal to leave behind.”

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