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“I was just thinking, this is the part in the story where, now that you’ve basically convinced me to trust you, and I want to trust you, you betray me in the worst possible way,” she said dramatically, and he rolled his eyes and laughed.

“My devious plot all comes together, and I was actually really Savis Eletath all along, trying to use and corrupt you into being my personal sex doll!” he said, raising an eyebrow at her, and she laughed, shaking her head.

“I knew it!” she exclaimed, and he smirked and flicked the piece of cake that was on his fork at her, hitting her smack-dab in the middle of the forehead with it. “Oh, that’s how it is, huh?” she mutters, a smirk curving her lips.

“Yeah, that’s how it is Jules. What are you gonna do about i—” That final word cut off as a chunk of chocolate cake splattered against his nose, and then it was on, and before either of them knew it, they’d ended up flinging most of the leftover food at one another making a mess.

Andethor’s hair was dripping in sauce from the pasta dish they’d ordered, both were a mess of cake and frosting, and a piece of tomato clung stubbornly to Julia’s cheek.

Andethor flung one last piece of chocolate cake at her, and she laughed as it lodged itself in the cleavage peeking over the top of her tank top.

His eyes darkened, and a little shiver went through her. They were both standing on opposite sides of the small table, and he slowly moved around to her as a shiver of lust-fueled excitement ran through her body.

“No way I can pass up this chance,” he murmured, and then he was ducking his head, and she felt his tongue lapping at her cleavage as he ate the cake that he’d flung there, groaning against her skin as he licked and sucked at that spot some more.

“Need to make sure I get it all…” he murmured, and she tangled her fingers in his hair, arching her back, losing herself in the moment, this fantasy she’d had too many times about this particular alien coming true…

and so much better than she could have expected.

His mouth… his tongue and lips and teeth teasing the delicate skin between her breasts.

“Please…” she begged, and he groaned. In the next instant, he dragged her top and bra down, exposing her breasts to him, and then his greedy, talented mouth was on one nipple, kissing it, licking it, nibbling at the delicate underside of one breast as he palmed and teased the other with his large, warm hand.

She desperately gripped his hair, whimpering his name, earning a harder nip with his teeth, just beneath her nipple. “Say it again. Just so I’m sure you know exactly who’s doing this to you,” he growled, and the sound went straight between her thighs.

“Andethor,” she panted. Her free hand made its way down to his belt, unbuckling it as his lips found her needy, aching nipple, closing over it in a way that sent jolts of pleasure through her body.

Once she had his pants open, she almost reverently stroked his hot, hard length as he sucked and nibbled one aching nipple, and then another, releasing it with a pop as he snarled and carried her to the seating area, stripping her pants off of her on the way, before positioning her on the sofa, sitting, looking up at him, and her first instinct was to lean forward and show him with her mouth just how much she’d fantasized about this moment.

He seemed to sense it, and gave a small shake of his head, putting his hands on her shoulders, making her lean back against the soft cushions.

He kept his eyes on hers and reached down and caressed her inner thighs before slowly pushing her legs open, wide, making her feel the cool air on her overheated slit.

“Tell me you want this, Jules,” he said in a low, rough voice as he rubbed the tip of his cock through her wet folds, drawing a ragged cry from her.

It was almost too much, and her first instinct was to closer her legs, but he held them spread, mercilessly rubbing against her as he waited for her answer.

“I want it...please,” she begged, and he groaned, and then they were groaning together as he started pushing slowly into her, stretching her, giving her exactly what she was so desperate for.

“Watch. Watch us and remember this is exactly how it should be,” he demanded, and she moaned and followed his gaze, watching as he pushed in deeper, splitting her, drawing a ragged cry from her before slowly pulling back and doing it again.

“When we get back to Asterion Station, you’re still mine. This isn’t something that we leave here. I’m not fucking letting you go, Jules,” he said, his voice roughened by desire, and all she could do was moan, panting helplessly, overwhelmed with need for him, already on the verge of falling apart.

“Please…” she begged.

“Say it. Say you’re mine and I’ll give you everything you want,” he demanded, and she nearly wept in frustration as he held his hard, thick cock still in her needy body, so close to giving her what she needed.

“I’m yours,” she cried, desperate for more, but also knowing it was true. It scared the hell out of her, but she couldn’t focus on that as he started thrusting into her, giving her long, slow, deep thrusts that had her on the edge almost immediately.

“You’re damn right you are,” he grunted, and then he was taking her harder, faster, keeping her legs spread wide so he could get as deep as he wanted, making her ache in ways she didn’t even realize were possible as he thrusted wildly into her, and when she shattered under the onslaught, he gripped her chin, making her look at him, holding eye contact with her as he kept relentlessly thrusting into her through all of it.

They were both panting, and she felt like molten lava ran through her veins, as if her body would never be cool or calm again.

“Beautiful. Again,” he growled, and it wasn’t long before he had his wish as she shattered into a million pieces, breathless, dazed, staring up at him as he pulled out of her and continued to hold her there, a fiery look in his eyes that sent shivers down her spine.

“You too,” she panted.

He shook his head. “Not yet. That was better than any fantasy I’ve ever had of you.

And I’ve had plenty, Jules,” he added softly.

And then he was on his knees between her spread thighs, and all semblance of thought left her mind as he played her body just as expertly as he played his guitar, his tongue and lips and even his teeth working her into a frenzy that left her thighs shaking, her heart pounding, and her mind more blank than she could ever remember it being.

It was as close as she’d ever likely come to any form of heaven.

And he was clearly enjoying himself, gripping her thighs, moaning and groaning as his tongue swept along her slit, toyed with her clit, and generally turned her into a dazed mess.

And he didn’t stop after bringing her to one shattering orgasm.

No, Andethor was an over-achiever in every way, gently soothing her with his tongue after her orgasm only to work her back up into another frenzy… and then another.

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 drew his 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 a tangled, 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.