(Almost) Better than Coffee
I'm chatting over at thepinkposse.net this morning, and I've got coffee in hand, with whipped cream on top as a special treat. And for your special treat, I've got a spicy little excerpt of my new release, "Alien Communion." Rayne's made her illicit, naughty exchange with her alien friend, and is ready to enjoy some safe, simulated alien relations...or is she?
Hope you enjoy!
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She turned away from the unit's soft glow, checking the blackness of the warehouse for any signs of life. Nothing disrupted the dark, save for the glow. Wait--She tensed, the pit of her stomach dropping.
No. The brief spark at the edge of the light cast from the unit was an illusion, an afterimage from the movement of light to dark and back again. She sighed, the imagined brush with discovery both scaring her and, astonishingly, exciting her.
As she walked back towards her coalescing fantasy lover, dampness slicked her inner lips and trickled between her thighs. Her nipples tightened in anticipation.
Finally, after an eternity, he was solid.
Wordlessly, he came to her. Damn, she thought. Ez'iri knew her better than she thought. The "passing resemblance" to her kinsman was the understatement of the century.
"Come here, secret fantasy lover," she said, feeling free to indulge in a little overemotive dialogue, away from prying eyes. "There's no one around to watch our little secret."
She opened her mouth for his kiss. He rubbed his alien tongue against hers in a slow, deliberate rhythm that blossomed into an echoing heartbeat between her legs. The cool, smooth skin of his fingers stroked her body, and she put her hands over his, guiding his hands to cup her breasts.
He seemed to know what to do then, letting his thumbs graze her nipples. She pushed his head down to her chest. "Take one in your mouth," she commanded breathlessly.
He did so, stroking his rough tongue across the sensitive flesh. The ache between her legs intensified. She'd had enough foreplay. She pushed him down further.
The program, however, in its sophistication of learning and adapting to external stimuli, resisted. He focused on her other nipple, laving it with his tongue until she squirmed. When she commanded, "Down," he snapped his sharp teeth down on her lightly. The pleasure-pain sent a wave of dizziness through her.
Finally--oh, finally--he knelt before her and ran his hands up the insides of her thighs, his thick fingers parting her lips, dipping inside for the briefest of moments before emerging, dewy-wet, to stroke her aching clit. "God, please," she begged, feeling the blood rush from her head to her crotch.
He pushed a finger inside her slick channel. Her inner muscles contracted as he slid deeper. And the yearning welled up inside her, that unfulfilled hollowness that soon--please, oh, soon--would finally be filled.
Hope you enjoy!
* * *
She turned away from the unit's soft glow, checking the blackness of the warehouse for any signs of life. Nothing disrupted the dark, save for the glow. Wait--She tensed, the pit of her stomach dropping.
No. The brief spark at the edge of the light cast from the unit was an illusion, an afterimage from the movement of light to dark and back again. She sighed, the imagined brush with discovery both scaring her and, astonishingly, exciting her.
As she walked back towards her coalescing fantasy lover, dampness slicked her inner lips and trickled between her thighs. Her nipples tightened in anticipation.
Finally, after an eternity, he was solid.
Wordlessly, he came to her. Damn, she thought. Ez'iri knew her better than she thought. The "passing resemblance" to her kinsman was the understatement of the century.
"Come here, secret fantasy lover," she said, feeling free to indulge in a little overemotive dialogue, away from prying eyes. "There's no one around to watch our little secret."
She opened her mouth for his kiss. He rubbed his alien tongue against hers in a slow, deliberate rhythm that blossomed into an echoing heartbeat between her legs. The cool, smooth skin of his fingers stroked her body, and she put her hands over his, guiding his hands to cup her breasts.
He seemed to know what to do then, letting his thumbs graze her nipples. She pushed his head down to her chest. "Take one in your mouth," she commanded breathlessly.
He did so, stroking his rough tongue across the sensitive flesh. The ache between her legs intensified. She'd had enough foreplay. She pushed him down further.
The program, however, in its sophistication of learning and adapting to external stimuli, resisted. He focused on her other nipple, laving it with his tongue until she squirmed. When she commanded, "Down," he snapped his sharp teeth down on her lightly. The pleasure-pain sent a wave of dizziness through her.
Finally--oh, finally--he knelt before her and ran his hands up the insides of her thighs, his thick fingers parting her lips, dipping inside for the briefest of moments before emerging, dewy-wet, to stroke her aching clit. "God, please," she begged, feeling the blood rush from her head to her crotch.
He pushed a finger inside her slick channel. Her inner muscles contracted as he slid deeper. And the yearning welled up inside her, that unfulfilled hollowness that soon--please, oh, soon--would finally be filled.
SExed by Anonymous at 9:26 AM
5 Comments:
Hi Xandra, congrats on your first release!! And whew that excerpt was good and hot!!
Alien loving never look so good. I'm in further need of stimulation.
Sex in a place that may possibly bring discovery and a program that seems to have a mind of his own...much to heroine's delight. *sigh* Too Cool!
Little Lamb Lost
In case you're wondering, that's a broad hint to all the other LSB authors. LOL
Xandra, loved the excerpt!
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