Alien Architect Needs a Nanny (Alien Nanny Agency 1)

Emilia

Emilia was lost to sensation, pinned between Ra’as’s hot mouth, and the iron of his cock throbbing against her panties through his trousers.

She was already aching with need. She moaned in ecstasy, but he swallowed the sound, his chest beginning to thrum with his own pleasure.

In the back of her mind, she knew that at any moment he might pull back and deny her. She tried to melt softly into him, sliding her arms around his neck and pressing her breasts to him instead of sinking her nails into his back and grinding herself against him as she desperately longed to do.

He let go of her mouth to nuzzle her breasts through the dress.

She arched her back, whimpering with need, and he slowly slid one strap from her arm, and then the other.

“Pull your dress down for me,” he panted.

Emilia wasn’t super well endowed. She felt a pang of shyness as she let go of him to pull the neckline down, revealing herself to him.

But Ra’as hissed in an appreciative breath and cupped one breast reverently in his big hand, allowing his thumb to graze the nipple.

The small touch sent a wave of lust through her, and she ground her hips against him.

“Fuck,” he growled and leaned in to take half her breast in his mouth.

Emilia moaned and let her head fall back as he fed on her with abandon.

Need was coursing through her now. There was no world around them, only his hands and mouth and his big body under hers.

Suddenly he was lifting her up, walking with her, and placing her down in a chair.

He let her go and she whimpered with disappointment.

But he went down on his knees in front of her, his pale blue eyes gazing at her so intently it felt like a touch.

“Pull your dress up for me,” he said, his voice a command.

“Ra’as?” she murmured.

“You have to do it yourself,” he told her. “And give me your panties.”

Sun gods, it was happening.

She hurriedly yanked up her dress a little more before he could change his mind, but she struggled a little in her eagerness to remove her panties.

Ra’as chuckled and leaned in to help her.

His big hands were warm on her thighs. His tail caressed her right hip teasingly as he slowly slid her panties to the floor and peeled them off over her boots.

“Oh, gods, Emilia,” he murmured, gazing down at her bare sex, his eyes glistening with lust.

She forgot how to breathe - forgot everything except the thunder of her heartbeat and the throb between her legs as she watched him looking at her.

Then he was pressing her thighs apart, nuzzling and lapping at her opening.

“Ohhhh,” she moaned helplessly.

He clutched her hips, his fingers holding her so tightly she thought it might leave bruises.

She didn’t care. She only wanted to chase the pleasure he doled out so slowly and cruelly with his firm, swirling tongue.

The room was silent but for her moans and the rumble in his chest. On and on he lavished her with his mouth, pulling back just as she was about to taste relief over and over again.