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Nate brought her into the living area which was furnished with a large couch sitting in front of a fireplace. The moment he got near it, blue and gold flames leapt up from a bed of crystalline rocks and pebbles heaped at the bottom of the grate. The fire didn’t give much heat but it sent a magical glow through the suite as the overhead lights dimmed to give a romantic vibe.

“Mmm—nice.” Nate smiled approvingly. “So the fire comes on automatically?”

“I have it set this way because I love the light,” she admitted and shifted restlessly in his arms. “Nate, please—now that we’re alone, I’m longing to taste you!”

Nate felt his cock surge in the loose white trousers he still wore.

“Wouldn’t mind tasting you again either, baby,” he growled. Carrying her to the couch, he set her gently down on one of the cushions. But before he could sit down beside her, Lan’ara had leaned forward and was tugging at the drawstring of his trousers.

“Please,” she murmured, freeing his cock and sliding one soft little hand around his aching shaft. “Let me go first, Nate—my throat is parched with thirst for your cream.”

Nate felt a surge of pure lust go through him at her soft words and the way she was looking up at him with such longing.

“Well, sure sweetheart,” he said hoarsely. “Help yourself.”

This was all the invitation that Lan’ara needed. Leaning forward, she rubbed her cheek against his hard shaft like a cat marking its territory. She seemed to like his scent…and possibly to be marking him with her scent as well because she rubbed both cheeks against him and pressed close to breathe him in. Then she put out her little pink tongue and began swirling it around his swollen crown.

“God!” Nate groaned. He couldn’t stop watching as she “tasted” him for the first time. Her soft warm hands and her wet mouth felt incredible. He also loved the way her long, silky hair felt tickling his thighs as she leaned forward to take him deep into her mouth.

“Careful, sweetheart,” he warned hoarsely. His cock was on the larger side and he didn’t want her to choke. But Lan’ara surprised him by taking him even deeper.

Nate stroked her long, silky hair, being careful not to thrust or force her in any way. He didn’t want to hurt her—he already couldn’t believe how deep she was taking him.

“God, baby!” he growled softly, his eyes glued to the erotic sight of Lan’ara sucking him. Already he could feel his balls tightening and his shaft getting even harder. He’d been left with a bad case of blue balls after licking her sweet little pussy and being unable to jerk off afterwards. Now it seemed he was already going to come.

He wasn’t sure if he should warn her or what. She’d spoken about wanting to “swallow his cream” but did she really? In Nate’s experience, that wasn’t something most women wanted to do. Still, her hot wet mouth, the sight of her sucking him, and the light scratch of her nails against his thighs was driving him right over the edge.

“Baby, be careful!” he groaned. “I’m about to come—if you want to pull off, you’d better do it now!”

To his disappointment—but not his surprise—Lan’ara did pull off—but only for a moment.

“Nate, I need to drink your cream,” she murmured huskily, looking up at him. “I want to feel you coming in my mouth—shooting your seed down my throat. Please don’t ask me to pull off—I need to taste you.”

“God, baby…” Nate stroked her hair as he looked down at her. “Go on then—I’ll do my best to make a lot of cream for you,” he told her.

“Thank you, my love,” she murmured. Then she took him in her mouth again, her soft little fingers slipping between his thighs to stroke and fondle his aching balls as she swirled her tongue around his rock-hard shaft.

It was all too much for Nate. With a low groan, he finally let go. As the first jet shot from the tip of his cock, he heard Lan’ara hum in satisfaction and then she was swallowing—taking all he had to give and even sucking him for more.

Nate felt the pleasure arcing through his body like lightning as he watched her swallow every spurt. It felt like his orgasm went on and on—he didn’t know when he’d ever come so much! But Lan’ara never seemed satisfied, no matter how much he gave her.

At last he was finished—he’d come so hard that he actually felt light-headed!

“God, baby—think I need to sit down,” he murmured.

“Come sit by me on the couch,” Lan’ara invited.

Nate was glad to sink into the overstuffed cushions. The couch seemed to be made for someone his size, which wasn’t usual on Earth. The Mother Ship would certainly be a comfortable place to live, he thought.

But before he could vocalize that idea to Lan’ara, she was already curled up with her head in his lap. Since his cock was still out, she was able to take him in her hand.

Nate muffled a groan as she did her little “magic trick” as he thought of it, and made him hard all over again. Just moments before he would have sworn that he would need at least a day to recover from the extremely intense orgasm she’d just given him, but now his cock was standing at attention all over again and begging for more.

And Lan’ara seemed eager to give it to him. With a hungry little moan, she sucked his shaft into her mouth again and began swirling her tongue around and around his length.

Nate groaned softly and stroked her hair. She was so beautiful and so intent on giving him pleasure and drinking even more of his cream and who was he to stop her?

Getting more comfortable on the couch, he leaned back and let her work on him. He had a feeling they weren’t going to be leaving her suite for a long, long time.

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