Page 91 of Wanted By the Alien Warden

Her lips parted. She grasped the hem of her shirt, then pulled it up over her head, tossing it to the floor.

I bit back a moan when she removed the second, smaller piece of clothing underneath, baring her abdomen and chest to me. I knew my eyes were terribly white as they took in her enticingly soft flesh, with those strange, heavy curves at the top, tipped with dark points as flushed as her face.

“Have you gotten to… to the sexual anatomy part of the book yet?”

“Not yet.”

Blast. Would she tell me I had to go read it before I kept touching her?

That beam didn’t kill me, but stopping now actually might.

“I guess you’ll just have to learn from the real thing, then,” she murmured. She swept my hand up in hers, then pressed it against one of the curves on her chest. Breathing in sharply, she arched into my touch.

“Sorry. Does it hurt?” I gritted out. I remembered how she’d flinched when I’d measured this part of her back at Fallon’s.

“No,” she replied shakily. “It’s just sensitive.”

“Sensitive in a good way?” I rasped, moving my hand to explore that little pinkish-brown nub at the tip.

“A very good way.” She moaned, and I nearly came right then.

“Let me see the rest,” I said, fighting for calm, for control.

A warden should always be in control.

But I felt it unravelling. Fraying.

I’d wanted her for so long.

From the very first moment I saw her.

And now, she was here, wriggling out of her trousers and underthings. A flurry of pulling and kicking, and then she was naked. So gloriously naked.

My tail and my left hand seized her plush waist.

“Closer.” My voice did not sound like my own.

She moved forward, slowly, shyly, on her knees. A patch of golden-brown hair was nestled between her perfect thighs.

Groaning, I lurched forward, pressing my face to that place.

By the empire, how I loved her hair.

All of it.

“Oh!” Tasha cried. She flinched backwards, but I held her in place. I dragged my nose through the curls, following the musk of her scent until I encountered wet, petal-soft flesh.

Her cunt.

And then, I was kissing her there, even though I had no idea if that was an acceptable practice to a human or not. All I knew was that I wanted to do it. That I had to. Like I might die if I didn’t.

Tasha gripped my hair in her hands, though she did not try to push me away as I touched my lips to that exquisite wetness. But lips were not enough. Breathing raggedly, feeling a hot, early spurt of semen soak my pants, I let loose my tongue to taste her. She trembled, and I gripped her backside fiercely, pinning her against my face as I explored every part of her.

There was no cock tail, but there was a swollen place near the front that made her spasm and shake every time I touchedit with my tongue. I was a student of her body, every sound and move she made, every panting reaction, my guides.

I hadn’t taken the time to read the blasted book before.

I would take the time now.

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