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He growled. Then tore the dress in two, bearing her to his heated gaze from chest to navel. Then dived back in.
“Yes!” She cupped his face to keep him where he was, lavishing her breasts with attention. Licking and sucking on the taut peaks until she thought she would go crazy from pleasure. She both couldn’t take it anymore and wanted more.I’m losing my mind!
When Dar released one nipple witha wet pop and moved away, she whimpered at the loss. She wanted more of his mouth on her. His hard body pinning her down. His hands massaging her breasts. His tail tracing her curves…
To her delight, he was back in a second. Between her legs.
“Oh, God!”
The tip of his tongue left her clit. He looked up at her over her mound, his strong hands keeping her bent knees parted. “Is this okay?”
How could he be so considerate at a time like this?
Alien, Emi, remember?
Actually, she didn’t. He was just Dar to her now. Her sexy, cutely awkward, charmingly sweet, and awfully considerate Dar.
Who had stolen her ability to speak with his unraveled technique. So, she replied by pushing his head back down.Very subtle, Emi.
He seemed to like that though, if his answering groan against her pussy lips was any indication. She bucked at the vibration that caused, but he kept his hold on her hips firm. There could be no escape from his soft lips and his extra-long tongue, which prodded her entrance before delving inside.
Emilia involuntarily dug her fingers in his hair, and that seemed to spur him on further. Before she knew it, he was tongue-fucking her towards another orgasm. Judging by the hungry noises he was making, he enjoyed taking her there.
When he circled a nipple with his tuft and sucked at her clit, Emilia shattered. Stars burst behind her lids, and she screamed, swept away by ecstasy the likes of which she had never experienced before.
When she found the strength to open her eyes, she saw Dar licking his lips and tusks. The moment he caught her staring at the sexy sight, that talented mouth of his stretched into a roguish grin.
She cupped his face and pulled him up for a kiss, latching onto him like a woman possessed.
“Get those cursed pants off,” she demanded in between the kisses and nips.
He chuckled over her lips. “At your command, my pumpkin.”
Beep.
They both froze, two sets of hands on his waistband.
Beeep.
They turned simultaneously towards the source of the sound: Dar’s belt, which he had left lying by the bed last night along with his vest and boots.
Beeeep.
The sound was familiar, Emilia realized through the fog in her Dar-starved brain.
Beeeeep.
It was similar to the chiming that had signaled the Nibiruans’ arrival.
Meaning someone was ringing the doorbell.
Dar groaned in frustration. “We’re being hailed. We must have neared Funk’fru’s orbit… I have to respond. From the bridge.”
No, not again!Right when her and Dar were getting to the really good stuff… Can’t we catch a break, damn it? How come we keep getting interrupted when we’re in freaking outer space?
So much for hers and Dar’s impromptu sexapade.
Reality was knocking at the door, and it was time to answer.
