Free Desired By The Alien by Rosette Lex

hips.
     
    He lifted his head enough to click his tongue disapprovingly and say, “Patience,” before he leaned down again and resumed dragging his tongue over her clit in slow motions.
     
    With one hand still pressing down on her hip, he brought the other down to stroke her perineum for a moment, before probing at her entrance for a moment and pressing two fingers in.
     
    He shifted his hand, changing the position of his hand until he found the angle that had made her cry out the night before. Again, she cried out, a startled, enraptured, “Oh, yes!” and with a triumphant hum that made Vivienne gasp, Que redoubled his efforts.
    As Vivienne was squirming desperately and moaning wantonly, her hips jerking fitfully in Que’s hold, Que abruptly drew back, with a last, long lick before he sat up again. Vivienne whined in disappointment, but the sound was soon muffled as Que clambered back up the bed to kiss her again.
     
    He kissed her slowly as he shifted position once more, to instead kneel between her legs. He curled his hands around her thighs, lifting them, and she wrapped them around his waist readily.
     
    He wrapped a hand around his erection, holding himself steady as he lined himself up with her entrance, and he pressed in slowly, the air leaving his lungs in a shuddering breath as he pressed into her soft heat, the kiss breaking sloppily.
     
    Beneath him, Vivienne moaned slowly and wrapped her arms around the back of his neck, pulling him down on top of her again.
     
    Que sheathed himself within her in a single slow, smooth glide, and he paused, breathing heavily and gathering his composure as Vivienne panted. At last, he drew out slowly and thrust back in, but after that, any semblance of ‘slow and steady’ was abandoned.
     
    He wrapped his hands around her hips so tightly that it nearly hurt, and he pounded into her, relishing in the new, almost transcendental experience.
     
    With each thrust, he drew out almost entirely before slamming back in. Vivienne clung to him, her hips shifting to meet each thrust. She moaned into his ear, wordlessly encouraging him, and her nails bit into his shoulders and back.
     
    They kissed again, sloppy and clumsy, their teeth clicking together before they managed to slide their lips together. With their breathing already erratic, though, the kiss was short, and when it broke, Que bit down on her lower lip, and that was the final straw.
     
    Vivienne gasped out a shuddering cry and threw her head back as she came, so intensely that she swore she blacked out for a second. It was as if all of her limbs were trying to fly off of her, and her brain wanted to explode inside her head. Her entire body clenched, and the world went white for a few seconds.
     
    It was only the feeling of Que continuing to thrust that dragged her back to the present. She moaned and whimpered quietly, over stimulation leaving everything feeling tingly and just on the edge of ‘too much,’ and she went limp on the bed.
     
    At last, Que came, stuttering through the last few, uneven thrusts before he stilled.
     
    Slowly, he pushed himself up onto his elbows so he wasn’t resting all of his weight on her, and he looked down at her.
     
    Neither of them spoke at first. Instead, Vivienne reached up, curled a hand behind his neck, and drew him down into a lazy kiss.
     
    “So what happens now?” Que wondered when the kiss broke. He sat up slowly, until he was kneeling between her legs again.
     
    “We wait and see,” Vivienne answered simply.
     
    “There’s no guarantee it will happen the first time around.”
     
    Que sulked for a moment. “So how will we know?” he asked.
     
    Vivienne shrugged. “Attitude or behavior changes? Appetite changes? Weight gain?” She used one hand to trace an imaginary baby bump in front of her stomach.
     
    “We’ll know if it happens, but it’s not going to be some magical instant baby.”
     
    “Well, how long will it take?” he asked, shifting