Free Alien Rights by Nicole Austin Page B

body’s reaction, she
gave herself over to the incredible pleasure.
    “Yes, that’s it, Emma-lee,” he purred.
    She didn’t bother to correct his
pronunciation of her name or contemplate how he knew it. She couldn’t speak,
barely even managed to draw in a breath and really didn’t care if he got her
name wrong. As long as he kept talking, nothing else mattered.
    “Surrender to the pleasure. Let me take you
away.”
    Something in those words struck a
discordant note with Emily but the sensation of a hot, wet tongue flickering
against her clitoris overpowered thought. She’d think later. Right now she
could only feel, and damn did she feel good. Yes, take me.
    Soft yet firm lips sucked at her clit and
the talented tongue kept flicking. A thick cock drove in and out of her pussy,
stretching her walls, generating breathtaking friction. Her ass clenched on a
slender pulsating device. Hungry mouths sucked at her aching nipples, the
slight bite of teeth shooting electrical jolts from her breasts to her clit.
Strong fingers massaged her scalp and every inch of skin on her body tingled.
    Each sensation fed the others, driving her
to the brink of ecstasy. Was the man even touching her? She harbored the crazy
idea that somehow only his amazing voice stroked her flesh but how could that
be?
    Her mind went blank as he built her up
again, took her higher and higher until she soared over the precipice and went
supernova before slowly drifting back down.
    Emily had no idea how long she’d lingered
in stasis, finally drawn from her sated contentment by an unusual aroma. She
sniffed a few times then took a deep breath but failed to recognize the heady
scent teasing her senses. Sweet and smooth yet a bit spicy, definitely
masculine.
    She couldn’t get enough of that wonderful
smell—it drew her in, held her captive. She wanted to roll in it like a cat
with fresh catnip, saturate her pores and permeate her being in the
intoxicating bouquet.
    “Please,” she moaned. Her breasts were
heavy, swollen, her nipples diamond-hard points of aching need. After two
intense, satisfying orgasms, she should be in a coma, not dying for more. She
bucked her hips, desperate for the phantom touch of her furtive lover.
    “Do not fear, Emma-lee. I will please you.”
    Fear was the furthest thing from her mind.
Her hormones were in overdrive and she had sex on the brain. “I need!”
    “What do you desire? Do you want my tongue
on your clit-or-is? My fingers in your hot feline?”
    What the fuck? His accent and word choices were strange even though she understood
his meaning. Was her lover a foreigner, was something getting lost in the
translation? Not that it mattered when she was so jacked up. How he talked
wasn’t a problem as long as he put his sexual talents to good use.
    “You want my big penis, Emma-lee? You want
to suck me or shall I come in your ass?”
    “Oh God,” Emily sobbed. She’d die if he
didn’t do something soon. To hell with dignity. She’d beg if necessary. “Yes,
take me. Fuck me. Please!”
    “Not yet, my Emma-lee.”
    His denial made her weep in frustration.
She came close to screaming at him to put her out of her misery and fuck her
already, parted her lips to do just that, moaning instead when salty-sweet
ambrosia tantalized her taste buds. She’d never tasted anything as delicious
and hungered for more.
    He didn’t make her suffer. Hot, thick flesh
thrust past her lips, giving Emily the chance to pleasure her generous
invisible lover.
    Please don’t let this be a dream.
    Blowing a guy wasn’t on her list of
favorite activities. At least not the guys she’d been with in the past. But
then everything about her current situation was different. Dream or not, Emily
was determined to enjoy. And sucking his cock brought her extreme
gratification.
    Hollowing her cheeks, she sucked hard,
eager to consume him. She ran her tongue around the velvety-soft flesh of his
broad crown and mapped the path of a throbbing vein