Page 40 of Rock Hard Alien

“It is part of me.”

“It seems to have a mind of its own most of the time.”

“It expresses what I am too polite to say.”

The tail tightened around my breast.

I moaned.

“And what are you too polite to say now?”

“That I want to taste every part of you.”

My knees weakened. Cairn caught me with one arm and lowered me onto the mattress. His wings opened as far as the roof allowed before curving around us, creating a dark, warm cocoon.

He kissed his way down my neck. His fangs grazed my skin without breaking it, sending tiny shocks through me. His mouth closed around one nipple while his tail continued playing with the other.

I slid my hands over the smooth granite texture of his scalp until I reached the base of one horn.

I curled my fingers around it.

A low growl rumbled through his chest.

“Sensitive?” I asked innocently.

“You already know the answer.”

“I thought I should check for damage after the crash.”

I stroked upwards. Let my fingers rub over every ridge. Slowly. Teasingly.

His hips jerked against the mattress. The platform swayed.

“Georgie.”

“Yes?”

“You are playing a dangerous game.”

“I’m a trained professional. I need to make sure my gargoyle is intact. That includes the horns.”

“I love it when you call me yours.”

He moved lower, spreading my thighs with his broad hands. Any clever reply disappeared when his hot breath touched my pussy. Before I could object, he dragged his tongue through me.

The rough surface caught my clit and sent a bolt of pleasure through my body. My hips lifted from the bed. Cairn pushed them down with one hand and did it again, slower this time.

“Oh, fuck.”

His eyes met mine. ”Is that encouragement?”

“Yes.”

He lowered his mouth again.

Cairn licked me as if I were the first meal he’d been offered in five hundred years. His tongue was far rougher than a human’s, every stroke creating a friction that bordered on too much before easing away. He explored me without hurry, learning which touches made my thighs shake and which made me pull on his horns.

His tail slid over my stomach and curled around my breast. It squeezed in time with the strokes of his tongue, the tip flicking my nipple while he concentrated on my clit.