Desired By The Alien by Rosette Lex Read Free Book Online

popped the button of Vivienne’s pants and she lifted her hips to let him tug them down. Free of the pants, she pulled her sports bra off, freeing her breasts and lying back down flat on the bed.
     
    Que stared at her, gaze locked on her chest, transfixed. It was as if he had never seen a pair of tits before, and then Vivienne realized that he hadn’t . None of the inari had. That was oddly exciting.
     
    She gave him a few seconds to ogle them before she pointed out, “You’re allowed to touch them.”
     
    He needed no more encouragement than that. He stroked his hands over her breasts and kneaded them firmly. He brushed his thumbs over her nipples, and when Vivienne moaned in encouragement he did it again, running his thumbs over her nipples in circles until they hardened into peaks.
     
    He leaned down and dragged his tongue over one. He twirled the tip of his tongue around it, and he rolled the other nipple between thumb and forefinger.
     
    From there, he trailed his way down her chest and abdomen with lips and tongue, nipping and kissing. He paused to dip his tongue into her navel and continued downwards, until he got to her pubic hair and leaned back again.
     
    Vivienne gave him only a moment to inspect what he saw before she grabbed one of his wrists and pressed his hand to the lips of her vulva and labia.
     
    “Fingers and tongue,” she told him, “and that’s it. Your cock’s not getting near it.”
     
    Que rolled his eyes, but he didn’t argue, and simply continued to stroke the lips of her sex curiously. Each slow, light stroke sent a small jolt of pleasure through her body, like tiny electric shocks, and in a few minutes she was dripping wet and shifting against the mattress.
     
    Her fingers curled against the bed and her hips lifted in sporadic, miniscule jerks. But it was too light, too teasing. It was driving her crazy, and it would never be enough to get her off.
     
    “Press your finger between the lips,” she instructed him, and she hummed contently when he did, her eyes sliding half shut for a second.
     
    “T-towards the top,” she continued. “There’s a—aah!”
     
    Her voice broke off into a sharp gasp as he pressed two fingers to her clit and stroked it, and anything else she was going to say was replaced with, “Fuck, yes, there!”
     
    Que grinned smugly, and had he been doing anything else, Vivienne would have been tempted to slap the smile right off of his face. But as it stood, she very much wanted him to keep going, and he was obnoxiously gorgeous when he smiled, smugly or otherwise.
     
    While it was more satisfying than the previous external strokes, it was still too slow and too gentle for Vivienne’s liking, and she propped herself up on her elbows to glare at him.
     
    “It’s not going to break,” she told him, trying to sound authoritative, but mostly she just sounded a little bit desperate.
     
    “Hinting at something?” Que teased, as his fingers got slower and gentler.
     
    Vivienne groaned in arousal, irritation, and impatience all at the same time and fell back down flat on the bed, her head falling back.
     
    Que took advantage of it to lean up and press his lips to her neck, worrying at the dark skin with teeth and lips, sucking a bruise into the skin where her left shoulder joined her neck. The entire time, his fingers continued to delicately stroke her clit with feather-light touches.
     
    Vivienne groaned again and lifted her hips, pressing her pelvis closer to his hand, until finally she shouted, “If you don’t hurry up , I’m going to kick you!”
     
    “Is violence really necessary here?” Que scolded.
     
    Despite that, though, he leaned down far enough to give the lips of her sex a curious lick, before he pressed his tongue to her clit and lapped at it.
     
    Vivienne gasped, followed by a low moan and a gratified, “ Yes .”
     
    He licked and sucked her clit, his hands pinning her hips to the bed. She gasped and writhed beneath him,