Page 52 of An Alien for the Farm

“Not strange. Never strange. From the very first moment I saw you, you were never strange. Familiar, and yet I don’t know why.” His mouth opens and he nibbles my inner thigh in a way that makes me fist the blanket beneath me. Inhaling deeply again, Zynar runs his hot tongue against my skin. My eyelids flutter at the sensation, at the promise that his tongue might go other places.

“You’re beautiful, Liora,” he groans, his claws sliding from my belly and down underneath me to cup my ass. There, he grips the flesh with such power, he lifts my hips from the bed. My crotch, makeshift linen panties and all, is presented right in front of his face. Zynar groans, fangs baring as those intoxicated eyes fasten on my pussy. There, he kneads my cheeks, squeezing them together and pulling them apart as he stares at the center of my thighs.

“Will you allow me, Liora?”

Again, I don’t know what he’s referring to exactly. I nod anyway, unable to form words that won’t come out as a moan. When Zynar leans in slowly, his nostrils flaring as he presses his face directly into my pussy, I see stars.

The first swipe of his tongue comes quickly. Almost as if he doesn’t want to delay lest I change my mind. He groans at the same time I do and then it’s like the chains are broken. Balancing me on both arms, he pulls me against his mouth, a moan rumbling through him and vibrating against my clit as he sucks me through the panties.

My legs go dead. That feeling when your whole body reacts to an intense moment, and you’re caught between wanting to move and being completely paralyzed by the intensity of the situation. His eyes are locked on mine, and I can see a myriad of emotions swirling within them—desire, admiration, a hint of desperation. It’s overwhelming.

Pleasure rises in my core, my whole being lighting up as he suddenly growls and rips my panties off. Well, I needed new ones anyway. I watch them fall somewhere in the room right before my eyes roll over in my head. Because he sucks. He places his entire mouth over me and he sucks. His tongue swipes out and rolls through my folds before he sucks again, repeating the motion as if he’s collecting every bit of my essence.

When his tongue connects with my clit and I jerk with the jolt of pleasure, he growls and murmurs something against me that sounds so incredibly dirty despite that I can’t parse what he said. He swirls his tongue on my clit now. Playing with it. Licking it. Slurping. Sucking and even gently running it between his teeth. When I feel the pressure rising, I can’t hold on to the bed anymore.

I reach down, grabbing on to his mane of green hair, digging my fingers in down to the root. I wonder if it might hurt him and I almost loosen my grip, but when a moan of pleasure rockets from the pit of his belly, all I can do is hold on as a wave of pleasure crashes through me.

I hold on like my life depends on it, even as my hips shunt against his face with shameless abandon. I can’t even control it. My entire body shudders with the intensity of my release. My head falls back, my eyes wide as I stare up into my new roof, the intensity of the climax as strong as the raindrops falling hard outside.

My breath stalls in my chest. My heart doing a strange fluttering thing as I try to breathe again. At the same time, tremors go through my thighs, my legs. I shake, I shudder, as Zynar still laps at me, licking up every drip of sweet nectar that seeps from my core.

I’ve never, in my life, had a climax like that one. And what’s worse, what’s bad, is the horrible realization that despite that, I want more. I want him.

I pant his name, trembling hands shifting to caress his jaw. He growls, tongue still swiping at me but slower now. It still sends little rockets through my belly that detonate and shoot fireworks through my entire being.

When he nibbles into my inner thigh, lapping at my skin, his tongue still swirling as he moves lower, I shudder again. Zynar grabs my ass, his mouth opening as his teeth trail over my skin. When he bites down, not hard enough to break skin but hard enough for me to feel his fangs, I shudder again. He’s biting my ass, groaning, and the sound and sensation only make me go weak.

My entire body trembles as he laps at the spot he bit into, another rumble going through him as his gaze shifts up to mine. On his lips is a glistening sheen. Evidence of my arousal. I’ve never seen a more delicious sight.

For the first time in my life, I’ve had an orgasm that’s knocked my socks off and I still want more. My gaze shifts over Zynar’s handsome god-like face before moving down his chest. Corded muscles that beg for my hands to explore them flex as he adjusts his grip and rises, leaning over me. My gaze shifts lower, to the tent in his trousers. To the undeniable proof that he wants me as much as I want him.

But will he let me?

Last night, when I tried to touch him, he caught my wrist so fast my heart had jumped, alarm making me go still. He didn’t want me to touch him then. Didn’t want me to see him. I can’t imagine why.

While I pleasured myself using his hard shaft to grind on, the pleasure that had shot through me had been indescribable. There were ridges. Lots of them all along the shaft. I could feel them with each movement against him. Even thinking about them now sends a throb through my core. If he thinks I’ll be afraid of those, he’s wrong. All his differences, everything about him, are the exact reasons why I’m attracted to him so much. He’s damn perfect.

When my gaze slides back to his, I can tell he was watching me stare at the outline of his dick. He watches me like he wants to soak in my every reaction.

“Let me?” I whisper, stretching a hand toward him but not moving all the way to touch him.

He stiffens.

“Zynar,” I whisper. “I don’t care what you look like.” I meet his gaze, letting him know I’m sincere. “I want to please you, too.”

A sound rolls in his throat. “You already please me, Liora.”

I let out a small, exasperated huff. “Not in the way you really need me to right now.”

He shifts, shoulders rolling as he stands up straight. I’m reminded of how tall he is. How he swallows up the space. And just how small he makes me feel. Delicate.

I’m naked on the bed, looking up at a hunk of an alien standing over me with a tent so large it could provide shelter.

Easing up so I’m more upright, I reach my hand toward him again. “You don’t want me to?”

“More than anything, Liora. It is all I can think of.”

“Then let me.” Even to my ears, my voice has gone incredibly soft. Zynar snarls a little, a reaction I’m realizing has nothing to do with aggression but rather him holding himself back.

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