Page 20 of Abducting Sarah

“I am.”

He tossed the rest of the blanket up onto my waist, exposing my lowernakedbody. Then he grabbed my ankles and spread them apart. I expected him to lay on top of me, but he didn’t. Instead, he had laid his upper body between my legs. He was eye-to-clit with my pussy. Deacon took a deep breath, lowered his head, then licked me there and something rumbled in his chest.

I gasped swiftly, unsure of what his plan was. I knew he wasn’t going to hurt me—or at least, I was mostly sure of it—but I was completely panicked. I didn’t know what Deacon’s people did during sex or if their mating was anything like human sex, and my mind ran wild with the thought. I tried to crawl backwards to get away from him, but he wrapped his arms around my thighs, and I wasn’t going anywhere.

Maybe I can reason with him.“Deacon, I—”

His long tongue painted my outsides, before it probed my insides, making me groan. It was hot, like his hand had been. I lost my words from the sensation, as he flicked my G-spot.

There were many benefits to a guy with an extra-long tongue, it seemed and when he figured out where to lick to make me groan the loudest, he stayed right there. His tongue felt different than anyone else’s, and not only because of the length—it took me a few times to realize his tongue had nodules bigger than taste buds. The texture added so much to the experience—when each one passed over my sensitive flesh, I nearly swooned. My legs tensed in his grip, while I lost my mind to the pleasure.

None of this is real. For fuck’s sake, he has a tail, of course he’s not real! Just let the monster do his thing and enjoy the attention. It’s not real. I’m not cheating on Ryan—fuck that guy, he’s cheating on me! Isn’t he? Oh who cares, this feels too fucking good and this was a hallucination I didn’t want to wake up from.

He found my rhythm and soon, my body shook for him.Any minute now, I’ll try to push him away, I told myself. But I clutched the fur in my fists instead, moaning obscenities in English. The pleasure was on the verge of too much.

My body clenched around his tongue when my orgasm came on, and I gasped, “Fuck!”

But he didn’t stop. Deacon’s tongue slipped out of me and around my wet pussy, until he found my clit. His eyes were on my face as he licked me slowly, thoroughly. They brightened while he watched my reaction to what he was doing to me. Then he began to twirl his tongue around my clit, teasing me, making me want more.

I couldn’t hold still in his grasp. My body writhed in his arms. Everything inside of me locked down as the most exquisite bliss tore through me. This climax was much bigger than the other one. Air fled my lungs so fast that my throat went dry, and my next sounds were raspy whimpers. I floated in a sea of warmth, barely feeling my own body anymore. Only the unparalleled pleasure he gave me.

No hallucination has ever felt this way, and I don’t care if I ever wake up.

Deacon’s tongue left my clit, and he climbed underneath the fur and up my body. He licked different spots, as though he was trying to find another clit someplace. When he reached my nipples, I brazenly gripped his hair in my hands and panted for more. That magic tongue of his was enough to make me crazy. His mouth sucked on my breasts, one after the other, with his tongue dancing around the soft skin there. My back arched as the sensations started to take me over once again.

But then I felt it.That thing.

Because of our height difference, his enormous and erect cock pressed against my shin. It was hotter than the rest of him and like a pillar of steel. I didn’t have the energy to panic anymore, though. My body was spent. Not just from the orgasms, though. This was different—an undeniable exhaustion.

He said it had been a couple of days on Earth—is this some kind of jet lag? Spaceship lag?Whatever it was, I was too weak to fight him off.

If this were real, would I try to fight him, if I had the energy?

I lied and told myself, of course, I would. I just can’t right now. Too tired. And if I was honest with myself, his attention felt too damn good.

Deacon’s head emerged from the fur with that hunger in his hazel eyes. I needed to know more about that magic tongue, so I kissed him. He initially stiffened against me, but as I pulled him against my mouth, his body relaxed. His tongue had soft bumps and exploring it with my own was enough to make me relax further.

But he pulled back and murmured, “Tell me.”

“What?”

“Tell me why you did that.”

“I wanted to kiss you.”

He looked pensive. “Is that like tasting? You wanted to taste my tongue?”

The question was so odd, I almost giggled. “Yes. I wanted to taste your tongue.”

A furrow formed between his brows. “It’s strange.”

“Do you like it?”

Slowly, he nodded, like he had just found a new food he enjoyed—tentative, but his eyes brimmed with pleasure and curiosity. Deacon kissed me this time, his tongue prodding into my mouth. I choked when he hit the back of my throat, and he immediately pulled away.

“You triggered my gag reflex,” I explained.

“I apologize,” he murmured. Concern flickered in his gaze and he gently smoothed a strand of hair away from my face. “Are you injured?”

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