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stroking the smooth skin of his cheeks against me as if he wanted to coat his skin with my scent. I was hardly aware of anything beyond his fingers until his lips closed over one engorged nipple. The stroke of his tongue across the sensitive tip dragged a shaky cry from me and almost sent me over the edge. I hadn’t realised how close I was to coming.
    I fought it, reaching down, running my fingers through the surprisingly silky strands of his black hair. Urging him to continue, with the need to come, I gasped when he slid a finger into my slick entrance.
    “Hot, wet… this is good, help us fit, yes?”
    “Huh?” The fog in my brain cleared enough to register his words. “Yes, I… I need to be relaxed, wetter.” I licked my dry lips. “Y… you need to make me um, come.”
    His smile was seductively heart-stopping. Disappointment and confusion flickered through me when he stopped abruptly and shifted down my body. He gripped my hips and pushed them wide, holding them down.
    His hot breath fanned over my exposed pussy, before his wet tongue swiped over the sensitive bundle of nerves.
    I would have jack knifed up, if he hadn’t been pinning my hips to the mat.
    “Oh. My. God!”
    I met his piercing gaze and realised he was studying my reactions. He pulled back licking his lips, before lowering his head and lapping at my clit like a cat with a saucer of cream.
    I threw back my head, struggling to pull air into my lungs at the heightened stimuli.
    His tongue trailed down before breaching my pussy, pushing deep. Thrusting in and out , mimicking the fucking I knew I now wanted with a desperate, aching need. Every reasonable thought tuck-tailed, stuck its thumb out, hitchhiking down the road.
    “You taste of dreams, my Aunna , make you come this way, yes?” Morrdrook’s voice, vibrated against my core.
    “Oh, yes, Morrdrook, yes.”
    He licked, sucked and tongue-fucked my pussy with ravenous zeal. I felt wound tighter than a compressed spring. My body seized for a split second before shattering ; raw pleasure raced though me.
    “Yes, your wetness flows.”
    I managed to crack open my heavy lids to peer up at him as he shifted above me. I pondered the irony of life. An alien gave me a mind-blowing orgasm, where my two previous, human boyfriends always left me unfulfilled and empty.
    He rose over me , his hips pressing my lower body down. I felt the probing his probing cock head and dug my fingers into his arms, lifting my hips to meet him , feeling him lock with my body. A burn, teetering on pain, made me groan as the skin started to stretch, eased by my slick passage.
    My breath caught in my throat at the quiver of renewed pleasure rocking through me , his cock touching my g-spot. I tensed with uncertainty, at his gentle rocking, each thrust edging his cock a little deeper.
    The friction of him pushing in and out mad e me groan. I felt the build up deeper inside my belly and tried meeting his thrust, but it wasn’t quite enough. I drew maddeningly close to a second climax, if only he’d thrust faster, deeper.
    He stiffened all over, sucked in his breath and held it for a fraction of a second. Uttering a strangled groan, he shuddered and quaked, pumping his hips in jerky movements while his body yielded up his seed, its warmth bathing my womb.
    My inner walls clenched hopefully around his cock, and I wavered on the brink , and then slid down the slope when he went still, supporting himself above me, his arms shaking.
    Feeling perilously close to tears, I gave myself a mental kick. I didn’t want to enjoy it, but that was me, always a peacekeeper, trying to make the best from a bad situation.
    “You can get off me now.”
    Although he wasn’t crushing me, his weight felt good, too good. I desperately needed to put some physical and emotional distance between us. Morrdrook, instead of pulling out, heaved a heavy breath and eased deeper inside of me.
    “Get off,” I growled through gritted teeth. Why wasn’t he