Touched by an Alien

caught me as I slid right back where I’d been before—pelvis locked against his, mouth being ravaged by his tongue.
    Coherency gave up and went for a latte.
    The slide down the elevator wall had scrunched my skirt up past my hips. Martini helped that along so the skirt was bunched around my waist. Then he slid his hand beneath my underwear, and the real howling began.
    His fingers danced over and inside me, moving fast and expertly, centered on the spots guaranteed to make me helpless to do anything but beg for more. Just like everything else he was doing to me, my climax was violent—sharp, fast, and strong. Again I found myself praying for soundproofing.
    Martini moved and let my legs drop, though he still held me off the ground. He stripped my underwear and shoes off with one motion, then he flipped my legs back around his waist. His mouth assaulted me again, and while his tongue controlled mine I felt him undo his pants.
    I probably should have said no, or stop, or any number of things to establish myself as an independent woman who didn’t need a man to make her complete. Instead, I just moaned into his mouth and shoved my pelvis closer to his.
    He didn’t wait for a wordy invitation, just slammed inside me, causing another orgasm. I had hopes this one might not be heard by the entire complex, mostly because I was screaming into his mouth.
    Martini pulled his head away as my scream subsided. One hand was back to my head, his fingers wrapped in my hair, controlling my head’s movements. The other he slid under my thigh, which caused him to go deeper inside me. I gave a strangled cry.
    “Does it hurt?” he growled at me, his eyes burning.
    “A … little, but … oh God … .” He stopped thrusting. “Don’t stop … please don’t stop, Jeff, please.”
    He smiled slowly. “You like this, baby?” he asked as he thrust back into me. My wailing must have been correctly taken for a yes, because he kept driving into me, hard and fast and deep. I wrapped my limbs around him and held on.
    Martini moved my head again, so he could spend some time on both sides of my neck. This combined with what the rest of him was doing brought on another climax. This one triggered him, and he bit down where my neck met my shoulder. I almost fainted, but I managed to hang on as my orgasm spiked and I felt him throb inside me.
    Then it was over, and my whole body went weak. Martini was still inside but no longer controlling me. He held and kissed me softly, first where he’d bitten me, then up my neck to my ear, the line of my jaw, and then my mouth. This kiss was tender, not violent.
    He let me slide down his body until my feet were on the floor. Then he leaned me back against the wall.
    I couldn’t do much more than stand there, whimpering and trembling, but he seemed to know this. He zipped his pants and then rehooked my bra, stroking my breasts as he did so. He buttoned my shirt, and I was amazed again that all the buttons were still on it. Armani was clearly worth the money. He slid his hands over my hips and down my legs as he knelt to pick up my underwear.
    As he slipped it over one foot and then the other, he took a moment to run his tongue over an area of my body that was again hovering on the brink. His hands stroked the skin on my legs as his tongue stroked what was in between them. This orgasm was intense, almost painful it was so strong, and I grabbed his head, half to keep him down there and half to drag him back up.
    He captured my wrists in one hand. It didn’t hurt, but I couldn’t get out of his grip. He finished making me sob with erotic exhaustion and then pulled my underwear on with his free hand.
    He stood up and pushed my wrists over my head and held them there as he smoothed my skirt down. Then he looked right at me, and his eyes were burning again. “Are you mine?”
    I didn’t answer. I didn’t want to say it.
    “Kiss me.”
    I tried to resist this, but I couldn’t. I moaned as I tried to move to him, but his hold on my wrists kept me locked against the wall.
    He moved his face closer to mine. “Kiss me.” It was an order, and I tried to obey it, but he was still too far away.
    His mouth was right by mine now. “Kiss me,” he growled.
    I could finally reach him and as our mouths met he released my wrists and used both hands to pull me against him. I wrapped my arms around his neck, and he held me as though he was never going to let go, while his tongue ravaged mine again, and I