Free Dante’s Command: Scifi Alien Abduction Romance (Science Fiction Alien Romance) (Survival Wars Book 1) by Hana Starr Page B

gasp, Mariella took advantage of it and
slid her tongue into his mouth. Her tongue burned, filling his mouth, so
strange and so moist. And when she found his, he couldn’t help but to moan.
Something was happening inside him, his mouth moving of its own accord.
Frustration filled him as he struggled to keep up with her motions, everything
going too fast and yet not nearly fast enough.
     
    I can’t be doing this, he thought, but his will was
broken. There was nothing he could do but try to hang on as she broke away,
grabbed his hand, and led him over to the bed.
     
    The touch of silk on his skin distracted him. He looked
down, reaching for the blanket which bunched up against his leg. Never before
had he ever had a blanket, or even a pillow.
     
    Then, Mariella lay her hand on his thigh. He snapped his
gaze up, looking into her face. “Just let me do this,” she whispered, and
placed his hand right over where his member was.  A surge of warmth from his
base to his tip shot through him. He groaned, tossing his head back and
clenching his muscles tight to try and control it.
     
    I can’t…
     
    He was on his back on the bed, with Mariella’s mouth on his.
She kissed him again, and he finally lost himself.
     
    Grabbing her rear in his hands and whimpering at how soft
she was all over, Dante shoved his lips against hers, crushing them together.
Their mouth met savagely, tongues flicking out to ravage the other now.
     
    As they kissed, she slid her sweet body up on top of his and
spread her legs, straddling him. Very slowly, she reached up under the hem of
her shirt and started to slide the garment up and over her head. His breath
caught as he watched, the hem clearing her bra and bunching up around her
shoulders.
     
    She took his hands and set them on her breasts, letting him
feel the softest part of her yet. Her nipples were velvety and peaked, and he
delighted in running his thumb over the turgid tips. His stroking wrenched
shocked, delighted purrs from her throat. And where her most secret, feminine
of places was, she started to get wet…
     
    Dante looked down, trying to see. “What is this?” he asked
faintly.
     
    Mariella swallowed hard, and then closed her eyes. “It means
I’m ready. It means I want you.”
     
    As one, they shifted onto their knees. Mariella let him slowly
help peel the rest of her clothes off and he gasped to see his first womanhood.
It was pink and lightly, cutely furred just above a long, deeply-colored slit
between her legs. She was slick with moisture, and there was a small nub of
needy flesh throbbing just at the top of that slender, swollen parting.
     
    That’s where I go, he thought.
     
    Mariella reached for his clothing now.
     
    At the same time, he reached for her pussy. Curiosity drove
his need, and he slid one finger down deep through her womanhood. She was slick
as she looked, moist and burning. Her pussy started to tighten around his
finger at the same time as she grabbed his manhood again.
     
    With a start, he came back to himself and realized who he
was, and what this was.
     
    “No!” He cried out again, leaping off the bed and collapsing
on his back. The trip and the fall stung, but nothing hurt more than his pride
right then. His self-image was shattered. He was a disgrace, led by temptation.
     
    This woman deserved better than his fallacy.
     
    “I’m sorry,” he said, turning his head away. She just sat
there on her bed, naked and despondent. Her breathing was labored. Excitement,
disappointment, the general lack of air? “I am so sorry, Mariella. I will do
anything to make this right. I will do anything you ask of me at anytime but
please, do not force this upon me.”
     
    She looked alarmed. “Wait a minute, you thought I was trying
to punish you?”
     
    “You weren’t?” he asked, sounding accusing and not meaning
to. Had he thought wrong all this time? He knew her customs were different,
but…
     
    “No!” she protested, and then shoved some