Alien Diplomacy

Still ravaging my breasts and squeezing my butt while I ground against him and did my best to get his T-shirt off, he took us into the formal dining room. He flung a chair aside and laid me back onto the table, so my behind was at the edge.
    Before I’d met Jeff I’d had a fantasy about being ravaged on a conference table. Since meeting him I’d had that one fulfilled more than once. But it never got old, and a big dining room table resembled a conference table in more ways than one.
    Jeff had his shirt and my pajama bottoms off now, though he was still in his. He grabbed my wrists and held them up over my head. “I’ve heard you’re unhappy with your current job. I think you need to apply for a new position.”
    “What sort of work experience are you looking for?” I was managing to talk only because he didn’t have me completely insane from desire. I didn’t figure speech was going to remain in my repertoire long.
    He gave me a slow smile as he slid the fingers of his free hand over my neck, playing with the spots he knew make me incoherent. “I like to train up. Show you how we do things around here.” His fingers stroked my breasts and gently rubbed my nipples.
    I gave up on speech. Moaning was taking all of my vocal capacity. Jeff’s mouth followed his hand. As his tongue curled around my breasts, I gave up and let the yowling begin.
    He trailed his tongue down as he let go of my wrists and slid his hands to my thighs. As his mouth went between my legs, he spread them wide. My yowling hit High C. Still keeping my legs wide, he gently flipped me over. I grabbed the sides of the table as he nipped my behind and went back to making me hit all the high notes.
    I lost track of time, and orgasms, until Jeff’s tongue trailed up my back. He bit the back of my neck as he entered me and all I could do was gasp and moan as his body’s weight held me captive while he pounded inside me.
    “That’s right,” he growled in my ear. “Let’s see if you can handlethe pressure this job entails.” He lifted his body off mine, slid his hands under me, cupped my breasts, and lifted, so my body was curved. I let go of the table and pulled my arms in, so I was resting my head on my forearms.
    “Good,” Jeff purred. “Now, let’s see if you remember the rest of this important process.”
    I managed to make some inarticulate sounds that tried to indicate I not only remembered but thought of it fondly. I wrapped my legs around and under his butt, or, as I thought of it, moved my feet into position to help his amazingly perfect thruster engines put the pedal to the metal.
    He spread one hand so it still supported me but allowed his thumb and little finger to play with my breasts, while his other hand slid over my stomach and down, to stroke me in alternate time to his thrusts, while I squeezed my legs in time with him, until I wanted to go insane from the feelings both inside and out.
    This was one of the variations of the Alpha Centaurion Love Knot, and, as I’d discovered early and appreciated immensely, it was amazingly efficient at making me want to pass out from pleasure. It took very little time before an incredible orgasm hit. As it did so, Jeff pulled me up so my body was fully against his now.
    In between shrieking his name, I grabbed the back of his head, while he bit down on my neck and, hands still doing their amazing job, pressed me down onto him harder, while he exploded inside me.
    Jeff might have had an issue yesterday with recovery from swimming in the Potomac, but he was in his standard fine form now. As my legs unhooked, he turned me around, bodies still shuddering from climax, so I could wrap my legs and arms around him while he held and squeezed my butt and stayed inside me, getting ready for Round Two.
    This time, he did head us to the couch. I wasn’t empathic, and I couldn’t read minds, but experience told me that since we’d done a variation, Jeff wanted to ensure I still loved the original.
    Sure enough, he laid me on the couch and flipped my legs up to his shoulders, keeping my arms inside his, against my body. I locked my feet around his neck, grabbed those thrusters, and we went to town.
    He was deep inside me this way, and I loved it. It was intense, almost frantic, him slamming into me, with me pulling him in even deeper the only movement I could make, every thrust feeling deeper and better than the last.
    He’d just climaxed, so it took a while for him to build back up, but