Total pages in book: 130
Estimated words: 117336 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 587(@200wpm)___ 469(@250wpm)___ 391(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 117336 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 587(@200wpm)___ 469(@250wpm)___ 391(@300wpm)
Melina wriggles on the bed, panting, and then her hand descends a mere breath away from my mouth. Her fingers move over her curl-covered mound, and then she's parting her folds with expert fingers. "These are labia," she tells me. "But that's a clinical term. We just call the whole thing 'folds' or a pussy, or a vulva."
The bud at the apex of her folds protrudes as she holds herself apart for my gaze, and I remember how she brushed her fingers over it quickly before she moved her hand away, as if she couldn't resist another touch. I lean in and flick my tongue over that small bit of flesh, licking it. "And this?"
She nearly comes off the bed, arching. Melina swallows a wordless cry and her thighs tense on my shoulders. "Clit," she pants. "Clitoris."
"Sensitive?"
"Very."
Excellent. I want to tease it again, but I lick my lips and she bursts through my senses. If I was on my feet, I'd stagger. Her taste is so rich, so heady and unlike anything I've ever had before. I am fascinated by the human foods and all their varying flavors, but Melina is beyond anything I could have dreamed. She makes my mouth water and I know immediately that I need more, want more. I want to shove her hands aside and lap at her folds until I am drowning in her taste. I want to dive between her thighs and never come up for air again.
But I also want to do this right. Do I touch her like she touched me? I try to think back to that moment, but my head is not clear. All I remember is the feel of her hands and the look of sheer distaste in her eyes as she directed my spurting seed onto the floor.
I consider the sweet vee of her cunt spread before me, and then spit on it.
Melina gasps at my actions, which surprises me. She did the same to me, did she not? To wet me down before taking me into her mouth? Worried I have somehow mis-stepped, I lower my head before she can speak up, and take her clit into my mouth. I suck on the bead, paying attention to the noises she makes as I do. She makes a few strangled sounds at first, and then her hips start to jerk.
"Fuck," she gasps. "Oh fuck. Your tongue is so hot."
I lift my head and cannot resist another swipe of my tongue over that bit of flesh. "Is this bad? Am I doing something wrong—"
Her hand plants atop my head and shoves me back down.
I bite back a laugh of pleased surprise. That is a “no, you are doing everything right,” then. Greedy for more, I capture her with my lips and work on that sensitive spot, alternately sucking and teasing. Her legs flex over my shoulders, her heels digging in as if seeking purchase, and she squirms against my mouth, making whimpering sounds. I lock my hands on her thighs, holding her in place as her hand tangles into my mane. If she wants me to stop, she but has to say so.
Despite all her squirming, she has not asked me to stop. I take that as a good sign.
As I listen to her heated breathing, my body straining with my need to please her, I try to think about what she did to pleasure me. It's difficult to concentrate, with Melina writhing under me, and her scent all over the room, her legs squeezing against my ears. This is both bliss and agony, and as I lap at the underside of her clit again, I wonder if I should be doing more. Should I be making her come faster? Harder? If I ask, will she be disgusted at my lack of knowledge? I think of her hands, gliding over my lubricated shaft, and my hips jerk against the bed. I grind my cock against the mattress, sucking on her clit with new vigor.
"Azar," she pants, her fingers curling in my mane. Her heels dig into my back, and I tongue sweet circles around her clit, loving the whimpering, needy noises she makes under my tongue. Now I see why human males are addicted to pleasuring their females. Her need is so intense, so perfect that it throbs through me, as much as my own. My hips stutter against the edge of the mattress, the pressure of the bed against my cock edging me toward my own release…but I want Melina to get hers, first.
I suck on her clit again, loving the tremor that races through her thighs, and then glide a hand between her legs. "We did not finish our lesson," I murmur, dragging my tongue slowly over the bud of her clit, fascinated when her hips lift to follow my mouth.