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freighter ship had called, buttons. The massive alien male above me went silent as death. His eyes widened, enraptured by the girls, simultaneously begging for his attention. Like the lion he so resembled he struck.
Hands still at my waist, his lips latched onto my right breast, his tongue pebbling my nipple in his mouth. Squirmed underneath his ministrations, the rising waves of pleasure threatened to overtake what little focus I still possessed. If I climaxed, before he was against me, before he was inside me, we’d have to replace half the power conduits on the ship.
But it felt soooo good. I pushed his head into my bosom when he started in on the other side. His tongue flickered over the tip, while his teeth gently clenched the tender flesh forcing a gasp from my mouth and a bolt of blue energy to explode one of the power conduits on the far side of the room.
"I need you naked," I hissed.
He pulled back, his eyes pleading for mercy. "I can not… the buut-toon is stuck."
I was too worked up to spare his feelings. With his large hands and thick fingers, the buttons were always stuck. I took pity on my poor golden barbarian, and pushed aside the thought of the bill my new seamstress would deliver.
"Do it," I commanded.
My handsome beast rose to his knees. His strong hands griped both sides of my uniform and pulled. With a ferocious roar he tore the uniform in two. Holding my gaze, he threw both pieces into the pile of last night's and this morning's shredded uniforms at the foot of my bed.
I was about to repay the favor by tearing off his loincloth, but his blasted tail had beat me to it!
The one working light in the room began to flicker, I knew we had precious little time if I wanted to keep my ship in one piece. He hoisted me into the air and against his chest. His normally warm body cooled my skin wherever they touched. His tongue found my mouth once more, slipping in, swirling with mine and demanded more.
My breasts slid along his marbled chest. My nipples now condensed to Icarian pebbles raked his bare skin. They screamed, aching for his attention, demanding more.
With one arm around his neck, his breath heavy and hot on my throat I reached down between us with my other hand to find the length of him. When I captured the head of it I slid my fingers around its neck. It thrummed like a wild beast in my palm. His length was hard, full and ready.
Fingers that had so easily fumbled before with my clothing enclosures, became deft and skillful as they navigated the slickness of my folds. My body racked with shutters as his fingers teased my pearlescent nub before gently spreading my lower lips.
There were a thousand ways I wanted this man to take me, and a thousand ways I could take him in return, but we knew with this first attempt at negating my power levels we needed maximum skin on skin contact. Trial and error had taught us that.
Gripping the tip of his manhood tight, I hoisted myself up with one hand and dragged his hardness through my patch of short curls, over my sensitive nub and aligned it with my opening. Dropping down, I screamed as a solar storm of pleasure crashed through my core.
He leaned back on his elbows, so I could flatten myself against him while my legs shivered and I ground his cock deeper and deeper inside me. Tendrils of radiant pleasure threatened to arch my back as I fought to stay connected to him. His strong hands slid around my romp and he pulled himself somewhere I thought was impossible – deeper.
I screamed as his hair, my torn clothes on the floor and everything else not nailed down in the room rose into the air. I thrust myself back into him again, and again. He used his sinewy legs to catch me and the powerful muscles of his stomach to counter thrust.
I glimpsed his face as he fought to hold himself back until – I felt the hot wave of his love explode inside me. My body countered by squeezing for all it was worth. The waves of climax brightened the room as the
Chelsea Camaron, Mj Fields