Page 27 of My Christmas Alien Mate

His voice sent warm shivers down my spine, and I leaned into him. "Good morning."

I turned in his arms to look at his face. His eyes were all pupils as they regarded me, and I saw my own reflection looking back at me. He didn't say anything, he didn't need to. Over the last few days, the sexual tension had increased with every passing minute and we both knew it was time to release it.

"You look sexy in this…"

"Apron," I provided.

"I would love to see you wearing nothing but that… apron."

Somehow, he managed to make the word apron sound naughty and sexy at the same time. He was making me feel naughty and sexy.

His lips descended on mine and my arms moved around his neck. Uncaring, I dropped the spatula and dug one of my hands into his thick hair while the other held on to his neck.

I opened my mouth to allow his tongue in and moaned when it met mine. The kiss was everything I had dreamed of and read about but had never experienced before. It made my stomach flutter and sent an electrical current through me, turning me into a hyper-charged mess.

He easily lifted me off my feet and on to the counter. Seated, I spread my legs, and he moved in between them, holding me tight while our tongues danced a dance as old as time.

My hands moved underneath his shirt, up his back so my palms could explore his massive, hard back muscles that trembled underneath them.

The kiss intensified. His hands explored my back just as I was his, heating my body, but not from a fever this time.

Impatiently, I tugged his shirt up, and he accommodated me by raising his arms so I could pull the shirt off him. The movement forced us to break our kiss, but now I was able to leisurely take in his magnificent chest. Chiseled didn't even come close to describing the many ropes of muscles coiling underneath his skin.

Gentle hands first lifted the apron's loop over my head, before my shirt found the same fate as his, joining the spoon on the floor. I looked up nervously, wondering if he found my torso as arousing as I did his. His tongue licked his lips, which were spread into a wide grin. "You are stunningly beautiful, Amber."

Normally, I would have self-consciously crossed my arms over my chest, but with him I felt desired and found myself becoming daring. "Do your women look like this?"

"Not even close," he rasped. His tone sent goosebumps all over my flesh. I was aware he hadn't really answered my question, but that didn't matter. Right now, I wasn't really interested in alien anatomy, at least not female alien anatomy. His on the other hand…

His hands reached behind me, untied the apron's laces next to take it off, and let it fall to the ground. Then, with one hand, he lifted me, and with the other, he pulled my pants down.

Naked, and with my legs spread wide, I sat on the counter, open for his perusal, and the raw hunger I saw in his eyes wiped all notions of self-consciousness from my mind.

His hands moved to my breasts, cupped both of them, and my head fell back while I took a sharp intake of breath at the sensation of his palm on my sensitive flesh.

"So beautiful," he said hoarsely before his head dipped to take one of my nipples into his mouth.

Could a girl come from a guy just playing with her tits? I was damn close to it. Moisture gathered in my pussy, more than I had ever thought possible.

He expertly kneaded one breast while cupping the other so he could keep my nipple in his mouth, and his tongue played around the hard bud. He sucked and more liquid ran down my pussy, drenching me.

I squirmed and my breathing increased.

"You are so fucking hot," he said when his lips lifted.

Before I could protest, he lowered himself, and all the while, his mouth trailed down my abdomen. His hands followed his path on both of my sides, anchoring finally on my hips and then his mouth wasthere, doing the same thing to my clit as it had done to my nipple, and my elbows, which carried all my weight at that point, began to shake.

His hands scooted my hips forward, so I sat on the very edge of the counter, and his tongue glid down my slit from one end to the other, turning me into a mess of heated sensations that made my clit throb.

One of his hands left my hip, parted my folds, and fingers dove inside me, fucked me to the rhythm of his tongue caressing my clit, and I came so hard, liquid ran down my leg.

"You taste fucking amazing," he said when he came up, sucking his lips in to get the last bit of my taste, causing my body to shudder even more.

I was still in the throes of my orgasm when he plucked me off the counter and carried me to my bed.

I didn't know how, but somehow, he lost his pants on the way, and while I lay spread wide on the bed, staring up at him, I got a glimpse of a hard, massive cock as he stroked it. I didn't have time to contemplate how in the hell this thing was going to fit inside me, because all I could think of was his cock inside me, filling me. My clit and my pussy throbbed with need even though I just came with the most explosive orgasm of my life.

Somewhere on the periphery of my consciousness, my mind and body jubilated, because I just came, by a man, no alien, not by stimulating myself. But that thought was short-lived as he moved forward like a panther and knelt between my legs. I scooted up to give him room and then his hard shaft began to enter me. It was everything my pussy had yearned for. Hard, thick, and long. So long that when he was fully sheathed, it bordered at the point of pain.

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