Sohut's Protection: A Sci-fi Alien Romance (Riv's Sanctuary Book 2) by A.G. Wilde (good books to read in english .txt) 📗

There he paused and she opened her eyes, never realizing she’d shut them in the first place.

When she focused on him, he was staring down at her nipples and she wasn’t sure what was crossing through his mind because she couldn’t see his eyes.

Glancing down at herself, it suddenly occurred to her that the women of his kind must have different bodies from hers.

“It’s not what you’re used to, I guess?”

Sohut raised his gaze to hers and the look of absolute awe in his eyes was remarkable.

“I have the urge,” he said, “to run my tongue all over these.” As he spoke, he used his hand to knead her other breast and Cleo gasped, her back arching into him once more.

As his tongue stroked her nipple, Cleo resisted the urge to cry out.

His tongue was wider, flatter, a little rougher than a human’s and it felt absolutely divine against her nipple.

It made her wonder what it would feel like to have his tongue there, between her legs, where the ache for him was slowly growing stronger.

As Sohut pulled his tongue from her nipple, he buried his face into her skin, inhaling deeply as he ran his nose down her midline and straight to her pelvis.

A groan rumbled through him when he stopped right above the V between her legs.

“Clee-yo,” he groaned and when his eyes met hers, the look he gave her made her clench.

“Yes?” The word hardly made a sound as it came from her lips.

“I want you in my mouth.”

His words made her eyelids flutter.

“Please.” It was a plea that drifted away with the wind as her eyes rolled back into her head with that first touch of warmth and wetness.

Sohut flattened his tongue over her center, the tip landing right at her entrance and the feel of it made Cleo moan.

That one move alone almost brought her to climax and she had to squeeze her eyes shut tight to ride through the surge of emotion that ran through her.

With a deft upward movement, his tongue flicked over her, driving between her lips and over her clit in a wet slurp as he tasted her.

This time, a moan rumbled through him as he buried his tongue between her lips again, swirling it as he sought her entrance.

“Sohut,” she called his name but she doubted he heard her over his own moans of pleasure. And when she felt the thick, slick tongue enter her, her cunt pulsed, an orgasm rocking through her that had her gripping the vines beneath her even as he circled her waist with his arms, holding her steady.

Her legs felt like jelly and her pussy felt like it was leaking honey.

Shudders made her body shake in the quake of the orgasm as she bit down hard on her lip.

Dots were before her eyes as she came to and when she cast her gaze to him, there was a devilish smile on his face.

His lips were wet with her juices and his eyes twinkled with pleasure.

“Mm,” he whispered against her clit before he buried his face into her mat of hair, nuzzling her pussy before he darted his tongue inside her once more.

With a scream that surely sent the animals around them scampering away, Cleo arched her hips toward his mouth, grinding shamelessly against his tongue.

It felt as if he was a champion papaya eater and she was the frickin’ papaya. His tongue swirled and flicked, sucked and dipped, and by the time she reached her second peak, her entire body was shaking with tremors of pleasure so much she wondered if he’d fucked her into Parkinson’s.

As he lowered her hips and settled her legs around him, Cleo let out a strangled cry.

“Wait,” she said. “I want to touch you too.”

Sohut’s throat moved, his green gaze boring into hers.

“Clee-yo,” he said, “I don’t think I’d be able to last if I feel your hands on me.” He leaned down, his mouth closing over hers.

She could taste herself on his lips and fuck her if that didn’t make a new wave of honey drip between her legs.

“I want to be inside you when I reach my peak,” Sohut growled low, his lips moving to her ear. “I want to phek you.”

Cleo gasped as she felt his tip line up with her entrance.

She knew he was big. She couldn’t stop staring at it when he’d stripped before jumping into the water with her earlier.

Now, anticipation gripped her as she gripped him, her fingers pressing into his back as she steeled herself for his entry.

Sohut pressed his nose against hers and his green gaze found hers as his tip pressed against her slick entrance.

She could feel the muscles in his shoulders bunching underneath her hands, as if he was restraining himself.

He pressed into her gently, watching her reaction, and the feel of him sent notes of pleasure through her.

“More,” she whispered and Sohut groaned against her lips.

“You’re so small…” He hesitated.

“I’ll tell you if it hurts. I just,” her eyes rolled back as he pressed against her some more, “I need to feel you inside me.”

That did it.

With a grunt, Sohut surged inside her, capturing her lips as Cleo felt her body rise against the vines. There was a moment of pain quickly followed by sweet, sweet pleasure.

He dug deeper inside her, and it felt as if cords ringed his cock at the base. Those cords were massaging her entrance the deeper he went.

As he found his rhythm, his tongue found one too, matching his thrusts as it delved into her mouth.

The combined sensation soon had her shuddering as she pulled him tighter against her.

She couldn’t see.

She didn’t know if her eyes were rolled back or whether something had obstructed her view.

All she could do was feel, and nothing had ever felt as good as this before.

As Sohut pistoned within her, Cleo brought her legs up around his waist pulling him deeper inside her wetness.

She was vaguely