Stolen and Seduced - Christine Pope Page 0,9

suckling on my nipple.

The orgasm wrenched itself out of me, and I convulsed, gasping, body wracked with spasms. But still I was held in place, and then he knelt before me, fingers caressing me even as his tongue came up against my clit, in slow, languorous movements apparently calculated to extend my previous climax even while building toward another one.

Everything seemed to center in that moment, in the pulsing heat in my core, his tongue making love to me in a way I’d never experienced before then. In the past, it had always seemed as if my partners went down on me because they knew it was their duty, part of the deal if they wanted to get sucked off. Now, though, this alien whose name I didn’t even know seemed to instinctively understand exactly the best way to pleasure me, how to move his tongue slowly up and down, savoring me, suckling on my engorged clit, moving downward so his tongue pushed in and out of me, then withdrawing and circling back to caress my bud once again.

I strained against the invisible bonds, wishing I could bury my hands in his thick hair, push him deeper into me. But I couldn’t move, and that sensation of paralysis only made the fire in me burn hotter, waves of ecstasy so intense they were almost painful flooding through me, each nerve ending vibrantly, achingly alive.

A scream tore its way out of my throat, an animal noise I hadn’t thought I was capable of making. His hands were still warm on my thighs, but his tongue moved more slowly, bringing me down from the heights, bringing me back to the point where I thought I might be able to remember my name…if pressed.

He didn’t give me much time to think. A few seconds passed, or maybe a minute. I really couldn’t say, not with the way I was panting as if I’d just run a mile in the blazing heat of an Arizona summer afternoon, or with the way the blood pounded through my veins so fiercely, I thought for sure he’d be able to hear it. But he stood up then, moving closer to me, closer….

And he pushed up inside me as I was suspended there, sliding into me as easily as if he’d done the same thing a hundred times before. Clearly, he wasn’t wearing anything under the tunic…and he was big, but not so much that it hurt. No, he was just the perfect size to fit into me, to make it seem as if I’d been waiting my entire life for someone who matched me so exactly. Sex standing up had never worked out too well for me in the past, but with the way I hung against the wall, it didn’t really matter if there was a difference in our heights. We were both exactly where we needed to be.

He filled me, rocking in an effortless motion that told me he didn’t plan for this stage of the proceedings to be over too quickly. Fine with me. I’d joked to Jessica once that I could never be a lesbian because I loved cock too much, but it was the simple truth. There was something about the sensation of a man’s shaft inside me, the perfect geometry of the act that made it so satisfying. Oh, I could come day and night when a guy went down on me, but having him inside me was even better. Especially since I was powerless to do anything except shut my eyes and let him move in and out, in and out….

Finally, his breathing quickened, and I opened my eyes just in time to see him close his. With his face in shadow like that, his lashes looked almost black instead of the same dark, inky blue as his hair, but there was no disguising that blue skin. Not that I cared. He might not have been human, but damn, he sure as hell was a man.

Keeping pace with his breaths, his thrusting also sped up, his cock pounding into me. His hands slid across my breasts, teasing my nipples, and I moaned, moving my hips as best I could, hating the bonds that held me in place even as I somehow knew they intensified my pleasure.

He made a guttural sound in his throat, hips rocking with mine. I felt it, too, knew I was about to come, and knew he was close to climax as well.

It burst over both of