Free Alien's Bride Book One by Yamila Abraham Page B

but I melted away again in seconds.   I didn’t know Dak-Hiliahs French kissed—but damn, he was good at it.   He ravished my mouth and tongue so intimately.   He made these urgent, powerful movements with his jaw that made heat course all through me.
    His fingers traced down the side of my breast to the bottom of my bra.   He slipped his hand under the fabric and palmed my bare breast.   I winced at the onslaught of sensation in such a private area.   He caressed gently, while still working his mouth over mine, and then he focused on my hard nipple with his index finger.   Merciless teasing went on for half a minute.   I had to break my mouth away from his to gasp.   I was so sensitive now it felt like a layer of skin was missing.   Every tweak of his finger made my lower area clench.  
    Elentinus pulled my bra off me and threw it aside.   He fondled both my exposed breasts while giving soft, buttery kisses to my throat and collarbone.   The tingling was making me squirm now.   His hands moved to soothe over the goose bumps on my arms.   At the same time he clamped his lips on the opposite nipple to the one he’d just tortured.   He sucked and pulled slowly until it popped free from his mouth.   Then he clamped on again to barrage it with his tongue.
    “Ah!”
    I was embarrassed by how wet I was getting.   My hips were starting to writhe at this point.   Elentinus focused his kisses on my quivering torso.   His hands worked lower to tickle over my flanks and hips.   He took his time caressing me and then pushed a hand into the top of my girdle panties.   My legs swung shut instinctively.
    “Are you alright, my dear?”
    His voice sounded like it came from a far away place to my drunken mind.   When I realized what he’d whispered my eyes opened wide.   He’d knocked me out of my euphoric trance.   I would have never dared to squeeze my legs closed with him if I was sober.   At the same time I was glad he’d paused to check on me.
    “I’m…fine.”   I let my thighs go slack.
    Elentinus kissed my navel to show he believed me.   He hitched both hands on my waistband and stripped me of my last garment.   It was a two-part move:   a tug down to expose my hairless groin and a fluid pull to get it off my legs.   Even as drunk as I was, being naked in front of Elentinus made my toes curl.   The way he paused to drink me in with his eyes gave me a shiver.  
    He placed gentle kisses on my stomach, which felt especially ticklish for some reason.   I was trembling and twitching with little gasps.   His hands were soothing my hips and legs now.   Every caress bombarded me with wondrous tingles that lasted even after his hand moved on.   My whole body wanted to be touched by him, and I was starting to get short of breath.  
    After thoroughly feeling up my thighs his right hand slid over my pelvis and between my legs.   I struggled against the urge to clamp my thighs again.   He was palming the entire mound of flesh, not breaching my slit, but just mashing the area up and down through my skin.   I squeezed my eyes closed and grimaced.   My clitoris had perked up into a hard little bulb.   His hand pressed my flesh into it and caused it to achingly shift around.   My thighs started quivering and the tingly ecstasy had my hole clenching.   It only took half a minute for the whole area to be throbbing.   My legs started squeezing his hand, but he kept the firm pressure moving up and down my mound.    There was a tingling forming deeper inside me.   I didn’t want him to stop, but at the same time I was going crazy with the barrage of sensations.   His hand was already slick from my wetness.
    Elentinus had to be trying to get me off just by rubbing my mound.   His hand kept up a steady hard rhythm for several minutes.   I started feeling rapturous prickly heat inside me.   I lifted myself on my elbows.
    “Ngh!”
    His middle finger breached my slit.   My whole body jolted.