Free Alien Sex 102 by Allie Ritch Page A

a bed faster than you can blink.”
    Lucky him. He’d finally met a woman who kept his hands full.
    Motivated by the crackle of heat between them, he helped get the table cleared, leftovers stowed, and dishes cleaned in record time. When they were done, she led him through her house toward her bedroom. Although he only glanced briefly at the décor, he was struck by the rich colors and brightly patterned pillows of the low furniture. The combination managed to look luxurious and inviting instead of gaudy. Then he followed her through her bedroom door and got a sensual shock.
    The master bedroom looked like a posh harem boudoir—a scene from some mythical planet covered in rolling sands and swaying date palms. An expansive bed covered in six different jewel tones lay beneath a drape of gauzy fabric hanging from the canopy overhead. Printed pillows in all different shapes and dimensions obscured most of the carved headboard and promised sanctuary from the hard world outside this realm. Impressionistic paintings in the same tones—all vaguely erotic—decked the walls between heavy sconces, and a polished wood armoire and dresser were the only other pieces of furniture. That left the tempting bed as the focal point.
    Krux had never seen anything like it. Even the carpet beneath his soles was a sensual experience. It was so thick he felt like he was walking on a pillow. If he’d had any doubts that his Duosien vixen was a woman of deep and fiery passion, her bedroom did away with them. This was a palace built for sex.
    His gaze ate her up as she purposefully swayed her hips on her way to the bedside. She stripped back the covers with the same tantalizing movement another woman would have used to remove her clothes. The sturdy fly of his pants bruised the head of his now massive erection.
    Krux’s voice turned husky. “You’ve done enough work for one day, princess. It’s time to let your man take care of you and show his appreciation.”
    As the bulge between his legs could attest, he had a lot of appreciation for this woman.
    *
    Watching his eyes darken and his skin turn lusty red, Katra felt heat blossom across her body. When he slowly opened his pants and shucked his shirt, that same warmth turned incendiary. Without breaking eye contact, she followed his lead and began divesting her own garb.
    “I suppose I could use a little pampering.” She stepped free of her clothes.
    He stood facing her, deliciously naked. “Get on the bed.”
    The deep rumble of his voice produced a sensual shiver across her scalp and down to her buttocks. Obeying, she crawled on all fours to the center of the mattress. In a languid movement, she then sat and leaned back on the heels of her hands. She made sure to arrange her legs in an inviting pose.
    “No,” he said. “Lie on your stomach.”
    Surprised, Katra stared back at him for a long moment before deciding to humor him. Flipping over, she stretched out so that he faced her upturned rump from the foot of the bed.
    A few seconds ticked by filled with nothing but the deep, steady sound of his breathing. Then she felt the warm touch of his palms sliding over her calves and the soles of her feet, and she closed her eyes as he pressed his thumbs into the sweet spot of her arches. After hours on her feet at work, she’d come home and spent the better part of the evening standing over her oven and stove preparing dinner. With deft fingers, Krux turned back the clock and eased the soreness and tension from her muscles. Rhythmically molding her calf muscles with his powerful hands, he turned her legs into limp noodles.
    The next thing Katra knew, her eyelids drooped to half mast, and she felt the bed dip on either side of her as he crawled over her body. When he ranged fully over her prone form, he leaned down to plant a gentle kiss on her cheek.
    “Thank you for dinner.”
    She felt her heart skip merrily in her chest. “You’re welcome.”
    Without another word, he sat back so that her