Seducing The Sacred Alien (SciFi Alien Ménage Romance) by Meg Ripley Page B

his fingers or his tongue. But his hands had remained kneading her flesh; only his eyes had settled on her nipples. Charlotte gasped.
    Her stranger's hands slid down her ribs, to her waist and then around to the back of her skirt. He slid the zipper down and let the skirt fall to the ground. The thong she wore beneath hid the last few inches of her naked body from his view.
    He knelt before Charlotte, sliding his fingers down her hips. One hand continued on, moving to her thong and pulling it aside to expose her naked pussy, her throbbing clit. He didn't touch her, but his eyes settled there, staring at her clit. The fiery heat coursing through her body settled in her clit and set her pussy ablaze.
    Charlotte stood there with her arms above her head and her stranger on his knees before her; he was stimulating her clit without touching a single inch of her body. The pleasure increased as he stared more intently. It felt so erotic to have this man before her, just staring at her pussy. But she knew he was somehow doing so much more than that. Her body began to writhe against the wall, and she wished she could move her arms, desperate to speed along her stranger's pleasurable torture.
    He must have heard her thought, because in the next moment Charlotte's arm was free, and she moved her hand to her clit swiftly. Her fingers pressed hard against the bundle of nerves, rubbing fast circles around her sensitive nub. And in the next moment, the combination of her stranger's odd pleasure tactics and her own fingers working herself right there before his eyes, sent her over the edge and she began to cum, moaning loudly as her back arched off the wall.
    She stood there, breathing hard. The only thing that kept her body from collapsing in the aftershocks of her orgasm was her arm, still invisibly secured above her head. Her stranger stood and met her gaze once again.
    “That could not work with everyone. It is only because an affinity exists between us that I can be so in tune with your body to control it in such an intimate way,” he explained, his voice still husky, but she could also hear the restraint in his voice, like he was gritting his teeth to hold back his own arousal.
    A light blush spread across her cheeks as the orgasm subsided and she realized what she'd done. Not only did she stand there naked while an alien being pleasured her body, but she'd been so horny, so on fire, that she'd stimulated her body in front of him, in a race to an orgasm her body so desperately craved.
    “Don't be embarrassed. That was never my intention. Look inside, Charlotte. After such a connection, you will feel it, too. You will know that I speak the truth and that we were destined to be together,” he spoke emphatically.
    Charlotte was silent for a moment, so wrapped up in her thoughts that she had completely forgotten she was standing naked but for a thong pulled aside, still revealing her recently-pleasured pussy. Her stranger tried to tune her out, giving her a moment alone with her thoughts while he focused on her slim, beautiful body.
    “I don't understand what it is I feel. I don't even know your name, and yet I feel this pull toward you. I want to go with you. I'm fighting with every ounce of strength I have to stay right where I am,” Charlotte looked down then and the blush crept across her face again. But her own thoughts drew her attention back. “But I don't want to fight; I want to go with you. How can that be?” she asked.
    “My name is E-ly-on. It seems 'Eli' would be an appropriate slang term in your language. And you feel what you do because you are learning how to look, how to see now. Listen to that voice inside of you, Charlotte. It is the universes whispering to you your destiny,” he urged.
    The more she listened to him, and the more she searched inside herself, the less she could deny what Eli was saying. The only way she could describe it, even to herself, was that it felt “right” to be with this man—or alien