Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 68478 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 342(@200wpm)___ 274(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68478 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 342(@200wpm)___ 274(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
I continue to kiss her neck, moving up to her ear because I know she likes that, too. My hand moves to her breast, and I cup the dainty, firm globe of it. The humans had large, prominent endowments up front, but I like Farli’s compact, lean form. She’s just big enough for a handful, and that’s perfect. My thumb grazes over her hard nipple, and she gasps, arching into my hand.
“Tell me if I do something you don’t like,” I murmur as I nip her ear.
“I like this very much,” she tells me, starting to sound breathless and excited once more.
I grin to myself and flick my tongue over her ear again, mimicking the motion with my fingers over her nipple. Within a few more licks and caresses, she’s panting against me, squirming against my hand and clinging to my back. Her responsiveness is making my cock ache, and I need to pace myself or I’m going to come despite my best efforts to pleasure her first.
I slide my hand down her flat belly and begin to kiss lower on her neck, lapping at her collarbone once more before dragging my tongue lower. It feels decadent to press my mouth to her skin without protective plasfilm to cover our bodies, but after being in bed with Farli, I’m going to be ruined for all other women anyhow. When she doesn’t shy away, I kiss over to one breast and then let my lips brush over her nipple.
Her gasp is loud enough to echo against the stone walls of her house.
“Oh, I like that very much,” she tells me, and her hand moves toward one of my horns. She gives it a tug when I lift my head, indicating I should continue.
Heh. As if I plan on letting up anytime soon. I lower my head again and go to work on making her wild with need, using my tongue and sometimes teeth to tease, nip, and caress that hard little nipple of hers. I don’t want her other breast to feel ignored, so I move over to it to give it the same treatment. All the while, Farli’s little pants of excitement are making me painfully aware of how hard my cock is and how her leg is pressed up against it.
I need to make her come, and soon. Even as I let my mouth make love to her breasts, I slide my hand lower and then cup her sex, testing her reaction.
“Oooh,” she breathes, and arches against my hand. “Are you going to touch my cunt?”
“I’m going to do more than just touch it,” I tell her, and give her breast another lick. “Patience, woman.”
“I am very patient,” she tells me, and then wiggles against my hand, disproving that notion.
I can’t help but grin, even as I press another kiss to her nipple. I stroke my fingers over the delicate folds of her sex…and find her hot and wet and ready.
Just like that, my resolve goes out the door. I groan and press my head against her breast, needing a moment. It would be nothing to part her thighs and sink deep inside her. Bury myself in her sweetness and claim her just like she wants to be claimed.
As I gather my composure, I realize that her khui is singing so loud that her chest is vibrating with the force of it. And I remember Niri’s words. She ovulates when you walk into the room.
If I come inside her, there will be a baby.
And I’m leaving. I can’t do that to her. I can’t impregnate her and abandon her. It goes against everything that I am.
My cock can’t get anywhere near her cunt. Damn it. But I want Farli to have pleasure. I want her to come, and to come hard. I just…won’t. I’ll hold off, take myself in hand later when I have a private moment, if I must.
And for now? My mouth will have to do.
The moment the thought occurs to me, I am excited by it. Putting my mouth on her breasts feels outrageous enough, given how stiff mesakkah society is about disease and personal cleanliness. Putting my mouth on her cunt like she did with my cock? There’s nothing filthier I can think of…or more enticing. I want to know how she tastes. I want to bury my head between her thighs and push my tongue into her. I want to feel her walls tighten around me. Gods, I’m going to spill just thinking about it.
“You might be patient,” I tell her, and press a kiss to her belly. “But I find that the more I touch you, the less patient I am.”
“Why?” she asks breathlessly.
“Because I want to put my mouth on your cunt and taste you.”
“Oh,” she breathes. “I want that, too.” And she parts her legs wide, a silent invitation.