He kicked free of the legs of the flight suit, stepping out of the garment, so he stood naked in front of her. When had he taken his boots off? More importantly, what was he doing with his hands?
Krystal lay still, hardly daring to breathe as she watched him slowly turn to face her. She drank in the sight of him. Ridges and shallows, valleys and mountains of muscle and silky skin that were meant for exploration.
And, boy, did she want to explore.
As he turned to face her fully, her breath caught in her throat. One big hand was cupping the heavy sac that nestled between his muscular thighs, squeezing and rolling their delicate contents. The other was lazily stroking the absolute biggest monster of a cock she had ever seen.
Holy shit. How? Where?
She swallowed as she followed the movement of his hand. Up, squeeze, a twist and flick, release, down… and then repeated. Slow passes of his hand that had her wanting to see if she could make him feel just as good.
“Remember what I said?”
“Hmm?” She couldn’t remember her name, let alone what he had said.
“Everywhere your eyes touch me, you will kiss me.” Each word was spoken as a promise.
“Yes, please.”
He smirked. “Come here.”
She bolted upright and scrambled across the bed toward him. He chuckled, gesturing for her to sit on the edge of the bed, which put her head at the perfect height to say hello to his not so little friend. She reached forward, but he batted her hands away gently.
“Not so fast, little mouse. Lie down,” he said with a gentle push to the middle of her chest. When she complied, he dropped to his knees in front of her and gripped the sides of her panties. “What are these?”
“My underwear?”
“No, these,” he said, running a finger over the fabric.
She lifted her head to look and dropped it back with a giggle, and threw an arm over her face. “They’re kittens.”
“My translator says that is a baby feline?”
“Yes.”
“Why…?”
“They’re cute, and I like baby animals.” She was having a conversation about cartoon kittens on her underwear while the hottest man… alien… was naked and between her legs? Who was she and what had happened to Krystal Storey?
“I like your cat.”
Wait. What?
“What?”
“Your cat,” he said, gripping the sides of her panties and sliding them down her legs, exposing her core to his fiery gaze.
“My what?” She blinked rapidly.
He pulled her panties free and flung them over his shoulder to land who knew where, then slid his hands up the insides of her legs to push her thighs apart. He pushed her knees back until they hit her chest. “Hold your legs like this.”
A moment of panic at being so open, rushed over her, but it was gone the next instant as he spread her open with his thumbs and stroked her, spreading her sopping wet arousal over her lips.
“Your cat.”
She burst into laughter, which was quickly stifled as he dipped his head and licked her like she was the most delicious delicacy and he was a starving man.
“You mean my pussy,” she gasped as he found her clit with his tongue and flicked little circles around it.
He hummed as he sucked her clit into his mouth and tugged gently. She felt her legs go weak and she let go of her legs as the world narrowed to T’arq and what he was doing to herpussy.
Fuck. This was the most pleasure she had ever experienced.
And then he slid a thick finger into her and curled it in just the most perfect way and she exploded.
