Page 35 of Her Alien Neighbor

I release her nipple with a final flick of my tongue. “You like that?”

She doesn’t reply, but her breath quickens.

Skating my lips across her rib cage, I pause at the underside of her other breast. “I am afraid I did not hear you, Vanessa.” Using the tip of my tongue, I trace the outside of her nipple in a small tantalizing circle, and then repeat, “Do you like that?”

“Yes!” she gasps, throwing her head back. “Yes. Feels so good.”

Male pride surges through me at the sight of her coming unraveled. I did that. I can make her moan and lose control. And I have only just begun.

“Good girl,” I say before taking her into my mouth once again. She gives me a strange look, but the moment my teeth brush against her nipple, it is gone, and she remains lost to the sensations of my lips on her skin.

It is not something I have ever uttered during a romantic encounter with a female. But with Vanessa, knowing the struggles she has faced, the pain she has endured––the words just came out.

When I decide her breasts have received equal attention, I move down to her stomach. A groan escapes my lips as I grip her sides, my fingers sinking into her supple curves. My hands move down, reaching the waistband of her pants. I look up, a question in my gaze.

“Touch me,” she mewls, her tone husky. “Please.”

I glide her pants off her legs, leaving a pink scrap of fabric covering her core. She spreads wide for me, her hand lightly resting on the lower part of her stomach. I want nothing more than to taste her here, to shred the cloth barrier that stands between me and her pussy. But she is not ready for that. When that day does come, and it will, I plan to make her writhe and scream my name so loud that all of Sudbury hears it and knows she is mine.

In pleasure only,my draxilio pipes in.We still cannot trust her.

I ignore his words of caution, reminding myself that I must go slow with Vanessa tonight. I must show her how I plan to care for her. How willing I am to give her all that she desires. “Turn around,” I say, kicking off my boots. I move deeper onto the bed and pat my chest. “Lean against me.”

Vanessa crawls to me on her hands and knees, a sight that robs me of breath with her breasts exposed and swaying as she moves. She gets into position, the back of her head pressed against my chest, and asks, “Like this?”

I kiss her hair, then dip my head and kiss along her cheek, moving to her ear. “Yes, just like that.” I wrap my arms around her, then gently nudge her knees apart. “You are doing so well. Good girl,” I say it a second time, the words feeling true and right.

She sucks in a breath, and I am not sure if it is because of my praise, or because of my hand inching up the inside of her thigh. With my other hand, I play with her nipple, rolling it between my fingers, and giving it the slightest pinch at the end. She arches back, and I continue licking and kissing along her neck. When I slide my hand beneath the thin fabric that shields her from my eyes, she groans, and I am met with the wet heat of her folds.

So slick. So perfect.

Saliva fills my mouth as I picture her pussy, glistening and begging for my mouth. I simply cannot wait another moment. Greedy for a taste of her, I run a finger along her slit and bring it to my lips. She quivers at my touch. The moment her juices hit my tongue, my entire body tightens with pulsing, aching need. It is as if I have come alive at the taste of her, but teeter on the verge of death simultaneously if I do not get more. She is sweeter than the ripest mango; a fruit I cannot seem to get enough of when it is in season. I imagine I will no longer mourn the lack of available mangos, and I shall simply feast on Vanessa instead.

Turning her chin toward me, I kiss her, hoping she can still taste herself on my lips. She releases a strangled cry, my mouth trapping the volume of it as I move my hand back to her mound and explore every dip of her center with my fingers. “May I?” I ask against her lips.

“Yes,” she pants.

Then I stroke into her, first with one finger, before adding a second. “Tight,” I growl against her earlobe. “So tight and wet.”

Her only reply is a short, panting breath.

I let go of her breast, and rub against her clit with my middle finger, using both hands on her cunt. And I continue to pump into her hot channel as I curl my fingers into a hook shape. When I find the patch of flesh deep inside that causes Vanessa’s eyes to roll back into her head, I feel as victorious as I did in the arena on Sufoi after defeating another draxilio in a brutal exchange of fire and claws.

Her breath stops the moment I pick up the pace, circling her clit more rapidly, adding pressure as I go. She is close. “Yes, like that,” she demands hoarsely. I do not have to see her face to know her skin is flushed and her lids heavy with lust.

I comply, giving her what she needs as I kiss up and down her neck. She gasps, and I feel her entire body shudder. Her fingernails bite into my forearms as she holds on for dear life. A moment later, she shatters, the walls of her cunt flexing around my fingers as she throws back her head and screams.

“That is it. Come apart for me.”

Then suddenly, she turns her head toward my bicep, and I feel her teeth sink in through my flannel, not hard enough to draw blood, but enough to go through the fabric and leave a mark on my skin.

For a moment, I consider asking Zev to trace the mark in ink, a permanent acknowledgment of the night my heart was unexpectedly stolen from my body by my former neighbor’s niece. Because nothing, no previous encounter on Earth or Sufoi, could ever compare to this. I have not even reached release, and yet, as I continue to hold Vanessa in my arms as she comes down from hers, I feel completely fulfilled.

She is not ours,my draxilio grumbles.Do not get attached. She is still planning to leave.

Knowing the hour grows late, I release her, reluctantly, guiding her onto her back on the bed. I press a final, soft kiss to her lips before rising to my feet. She smiles at me, her eyes still glazed, but her entire body visibly relaxed. She pulls back the covers on the other side of the bed, a silent invitation for me to join her.

“I must go,” I tell her, “and you should sleep.”

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