GalacticFlame by Mel Teshco Read Free Book Online

pulled back and looked up once again, passion stamped
onto every crevice of his face. “It gets much better than this, Sheehar .”
    Her voice quavered. “It does?”
    “Yes.” His grin was all too wicked as he bent to task again,
suckling her sensitized skin. Somehow she was glad the alien side of her
birthright meant she was unhindered by the pubic hair she knew her sister and
all Earth women sported.
    When Genesis’ hot breath fanned over her labia, she groaned.
An ache built and built between her legs, an ache that needed something,
anything to relieve it.
    A long, hard lick at the center of her folds caused her body
to jerk, her knees to weaken. And all her fantasies surge into life.
    When her hands fisted his hair and a little mewl escaped her
parted lips, she only barely heard him say, “Spread your legs Eden, and hold on
to me.”
    She nodded, unable to talk. To breathe. To think.
    Then he parted her folds to expose her pink flesh, her
undoubtedly hard clit. When he licked her again and again in long, slow, hot
strokes, she was glad her hands were all but anchored to his head. Glad she’d
lied about being his intended, despite the constant, niggling guilt.
    He growled, the sound reverberating along her clit. Her eyes
popped open as she gasped shocked delight.
    Then he showed her no mercy, centering his attention on her
hard nub, his lips and tongue caressing, rubbing and licking. Until a sharp,
startled cry burst from her lips and she imploded, a climax that juddered
through her womb and left her boneless and weak.
    When her orgasm finally subsided, he crooned huskily,
“That’s it, Sheehar .” And sliding a finger into her tight channel
lubricated with her own cream, he added, “You’re ready for me now.”
    She shook her head. “No. Not yet.” At his bemused
expression, she said, “You’ve pleasured me. It’s my turn now.”
    He surged to his feet, his blue eyes an electrical storm,
dangerous and beautiful. “I can wait for—”
    His sentence ended on a strangled hiss of breath when she
fondled his arousal through his pants. “I. Want. To.”
    It was his turn to close his eyes as she continued to caress
his length. It didn’t take her long to get the gist of foreplay. She judged his
preference by every sharp intake of his breath, every barely audible groan.
    Her other hand trailed low. He evidently loved the way she
stroked the length of his thick cock in varying speeds while cupping his heavy
balls that seemed full almost to bursting.
    Not good enough.
    Passion ignited something wild and unrestrained within.
    She dropped to her knees.
    She wanted—needed—him to be on the point of explosion.
    “Eden, what—?”
    His question ended in a part groan, part growl as she
mouthed his cock through the alien fabric, closing her lips on the bulge that,
incredibly, grew harder and longer still. She edged lower, tonguing his
engorged sac.
    “Gods, Eden, there’s only so much I can take,” he said
hoarsely.
    Her smile was all on the inside.
    He reverts to my real name when he’s unable to think logically.
    She continued to suckle and lick, aware he’d feel every
touch, every stroke through the gossamer thin alien fabric, as though naked.
    His outspread fingers took hold of her scalp, urging her on
then stilling her just as quick. “No more,” he uttered, voice strained.
    When he released her, she straightened to her full height
and looked up at his flared nostrils, his taut face. “I’m not doing it right?”
she asked, all innocence, though she knew he was close to release.. She might
be inexperienced, but she wasn’t stupid.
    “You couldn’t be more right if you tried,” he growled. He
bent, lifting her effortlessly back into his arms. “But I want to show you how
much better it can be between us.”
    Shameless need pulsed through her womb, her pussy.
    His nostrils flared, as though scenting her desire. A muscle
in his jaw clenched. “I want you to experience the pinnacle of pleasure,