Free Pale Stars in Her Eyes by Annabel Wolfe

felt her small hands caress his engorged penis and the first swirl of her tongue over the head. Usually, he liked to watch as she took him in her mouth—the sight almost as exciting as the exquisite heat and suction—but this way, with her golden hair spilling over her graceful back and the wetness of her open pussy against his chest was good, too.
    Really, really good.
    Too good, actually.
    Jerra stroked his balls and the base of his shaft as she ministered to the tip of his cock and as much of the length as she could take. He could feel the pressure of the back of her throat as she slid downward, and see the up and down motion of her head. A low growl came from his chest. The pleasure of it was so much. The heat of her mouth, the brush of her tongue, and the skillful stroking of her hands worked him quickly into a fever pitch, and at the very last second, he wrapped his hand in her long hair and tugged her upward. His discharge was too much for her to swallow without choking, and he never came in her mouth. He groaned as he felt the rush of ejaculation rise through his pulsing cock and spurt out of him, covering her breasts and torso. She continued to stroke his flexing cock until he began to soften, and Ran could feel the warmth of his semen slick and slippery between their bodies.
    "You have such a beautiful ass.” His hands ran over the mounds of her buttocks, teasing the crack, and finding the small puckered hole there. He felt a fleeting moment of regret that the one thing he could never do with her was penetrate her anally with his cock. He was simply too big for her tiny orifice, but since there were a myriad of other pleasures they could give each other, the regret was only that. Extremely fleeting.
    "Bring this a little higher, sweetheart.” His fingers slid lower and found the wetness of her pussy, just tracing the seam of her labia. “I crave a taste."
    As usual, Jerra did not need much urging. Like most females, she loved oral gratification. She wiggled backwards the necessary distance, his discharge making her slide easily, and Ran lifted her hips so she was on her hands and knees above him and her pussy poised over his waiting mouth.
    "So pretty,” he murmured, parting the soft, moist folds with his long fingers and seeing the vulnerable pink tissue beneath. The small bud of her clitoris in its protective sheath looked slightly swollen already and he reached out the tip of his tongue and lightly teased it.
    Her reaction was immediate. She shuddered and murmured his name in a way that was an unmistakable plea.
    "A little lower,” he told her and she obediently opened her legs wider and sank down so his mouth was in direct contact with her heated center. She tasted divine as he skillfully began to bring her climax with his lips and tongue, and he savored her sexual fluids. Different from the S-species females he usually took to bed, her juices were sweeter, like honey and woman. Making love to her was different too, and it wasn't just the tantalizing tightness of her warm pussy, or her matchless beauty and responsiveness. Maybe it was the way she managed to be both captive and seductress without surrendering anything of herself she did not want to give. Just earlier, he had seen her challenge Captain Liale for treating her like an object. She wasn't one, and refused to be thought of that way.
    Maybe that had been the moment he knew he had to take her back to their quarters because he couldn't wait to feel that same fire in bed.
    Or maybe it was the way all the men in the room wanted to fuck her and he resented the hell out of it and wanted to whisk her away and keep her for himself.
    That was the trouble. He wanted to keep her for himself. Forever. The realization made his hands tighten on her hips and for a moment, he went still, arrested by the notion of permanent possession.
    Jerra moaned and moved in protest. “Please ... please..."
    Pushing the revelation from his mind, he concentrated on giving her