Page 24 of Her Alien Spy
When he drew that final orgasm from her, she was literally weeping, overwhelmed with sensation, and she begged him, her voice shaky with everything he’d made her feel. “Please… I can’t… it’s too much, Andethor,” she panted, and he slowly drewhis mouth from her oversensitized clit, kissing her mound, then the inside of each of her thighs before he moved up to the sofa and pulled her against him, cuddling her, gently trailing a hand up and down her spine as he held her.
“Shh.. you’re okay, sweetheart. I’ve got you,” he murmured softly, gently sweeping the tears from her face with his thumb before leaning in and kissing her. She could taste herself on his lips, his tongue. He held her, soothing her with his touch. She glanced down at his lap to see his cock still rock-hard, and she lowered a hand to it, slowly stroking him.
Andethor groaned. “I’m going to embarrass myself if you keep touching me, Jules,” he warned, and she chuckled.
“You’ve shown remarkable self-control so far,” she teased.
“I’m about at my limit.”
She grinned, and then scooted over on the sofa so she could lie with her head in his lap, her body curled up on the cushion next to him. He tensed, and she blew a warm, gentle breath at the head of his cock.
“Jules,” he said in a strangled voice. “You don’t have to.”
“Oh, I know. But I very much want to,” she said, licking him from the wide base of his cock to the thick, purple-blue head, earning a ragged, rough groan from the big alien.
“I like that sound. I wonder if I can make you do it again,” she teased, and he reached down and slapped her ass, drawing a surprised gasp from her. She met his gaze and took him into her mouth, slowly sucking the head of his rigid, throbbing cock as he groped her ass.
His groans and growled praises only made her enjoy herself more, lavishing his cock with attention as she felt him shiver under her in pleasure, groping her ass more firmly as his body tensed. The muscles in his spectacular, lickable abdomen flexed as he desperately tried to maintain control.
That was actually the last thing she wanted. She wanted Andethor undone, as much of a mess as he’d turned her into.
She moved her hand to his heavy balls, gently massaging them as she took him deeper into her mouth, sucking firmly as he groaned desperately for her.
It wasn’t long before his entire body went rigid. “Jules,” he said, giving her a warning she had no intention of heeding.
He tried. The effort he was putting in not to release in her mouth was impressive. So it was even hotter when he lost it, moaning her name as he gave her what she’d been working toward so diligently. In a little bit of very appreciative payback, she kept lavishing his dick with attention even after he’d unloaded down her throat, after she’d taken every drop from him. Feeling him tremble for her… stars, that could be addictive.
“Jules. Sweetheart. I’m gonna pass out if you keep that up,” he said, and he gently pulled her up, lifting her so she was cuddled next to him again. He held her gaze, giving a small shake of his head, a look of pure, satisfied bliss in his dark eyes. “You’re going to kill me with that mouth of yours,” he said softly, and she smiled.
“What a way to go, though,” she joked, and he chuckled and leaned in, kissing her deeply, holding her against him.
They spent the night cuddling in the ridiculously oversized bed, talking, kissing. A few hours later, she rode him until they were both exhausted and aching, and then they fell asleep in atangled, hot mess, his big body on top of hers, and all she could think was that she hoped the magic didn’t end when they left the pleasure planet.
Chapter Ten
After reading through his comms, Andethor sighed and slipped back into bed. Julia was asleep, her hair tousled all over her pillow, curled up on her side.
Immensely cuddleable, when she looked like that…
He wrapped a hand around her waist, then couldn’t help cupping one of the large, soft breasts he’d worshiped the night before. He lazily teased her nipple with his thumb, earning a soft, sleepy whimper that had his cock coming to attention.
Too bad he didn’t have time for anything fun at the moment.
“Sorry to wake, you, sweetheart,” he murmured, kissing her shoulder. She smelled like vanilla and something floral, a slight undertone of something purely Jules. He’d pleasured her late into the night, made her body glimmer with a light sheen of perspiration. He’d never get that sight out of his head: Julia, dazed, panting, sweating, with that grin curving her lips that lethim know he’d more than satisfied her. He forced the image away, since it was doing nothing for the state of his cock. “But I just got word that our Paraxian friend checked out and left a little bit ago. I need to get back to fill my supervisor in,” he said softly, and she nodded.
He held her as she woke up, and as he did, he could feel her posture changing, from warm and relaxed to tense, almost rigid.
“Hey,” he said, moving aside so he could roll her onto her back. “What’s wrong? Your entire body tensed up.”
“I hate that you’re so damned perceptive,” she muttered, glancing away.
He gently turned her head, making her look up at him. “One of the things I’ll get to annoy you with fairly often, probably. Curse of being involved with a spy.”
“Are we?”
“Are we what?” he asked, furrowing his brow.
“Involved.”
