Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 75650 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75650 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
He groans. “If you go any slower, I might die.”
And here I thought I was already moving fast. Guess there’s always room for improvement. Amused, I trace his length with my fingertips, pleased with just how intensely he’s watching me. He’s waiting, his entire body practically vibrating with tension, for me to take him in my mouth.
I’d hate to disappoint him, especially after he’s been trying so hard to please me. I grip his shaft and skim my lips along the side of his cock, pressing hot kisses along his length. I can feel a tremor rock through his body at the first touch of my mouth, and his hands fist again. He’s determined not to distract me.
Which means I need to be that much more distracting. I want to see him lose his control. If he’s got no memories of our fumbling early attempts, I want to give him a memory that’ll blow his mind into next week. So I use all of my skills on him. I move to the head of his cock and lick it like it’s a melting popsicle. Great, exaggerated licks that get my lips glossy and involve dragging my tongue over the head repeatedly. He’s leaking pre-cum, and I lap it up with my tongue, making soft little noises of pleasure as I do.
“My mate,” he groans. “My sweet mate.” His hands flex at his sides, over and over again.
“You can touch me,” I say between flicks of my tongue. “I won’t break.”
He hesitates, and then his hand goes carefully to my hair. I increase the intensity, taking him deep into my mouth and sucking. He chokes on his breath, and his hand tightens in my hair. I can feel his hips jerk, as if trying to fuck my mouth, and I feel a quiver of excited pleasure.
That’s what I want. I want him to lose control. I want to make him wild. My cootie’s purring loudly in my chest, singing to him, and he groans again as I suck hard, taking him deep. He whispers my name, pumping slowly into my mouth. I make a sound of pleasure, letting him know that I want this, too, and his movements increase in their rapidity and his hand tightens on my head even more, until he’s holding me by the hair and fucking my mouth, and I love every moment of it. When he comes, it’s with an explosion, and he coats my tongue with his release, jets of cum filling my mouth. I drink it down, enjoying the choke of his breath as he struggles for control. I love that this is going to be one of his memories, this sexy wild moment we’ve stolen for ourselves.
I lick my lips clean and wrap my arms around his thigh, pressing my cheek there. His hand moves over my hair, stroking it. “My Stay-see,” he breathes, still panting hard. “You are…wondrous.”
“Was it good?” I ask softly, tracing my fingers up and down his inner thigh, just because I love feeling the shivers that move through him when I do so.
“I…I cannot…” He stumbles over his words.
I glance up at him. “You cannot what?”
Pashov rubs a hand over his face. “I cannot believe I have forgotten that.”
His tone of horrified wonder makes me burst into giggles.
PASHOV
I wake from sleep in a cold sweat, vague flashes running through my mind of rocks falling and the sensation of being crushed. It takes me several moments to realize that I am safe, that my mate is safe, that our kit sleeps peacefully in his basket.
After that, however, I do not sleep. I stare at the ceiling of the cave, my mind filled with visions of it collapsing on top of me.
Even though it is early, I decide to start the day’s work. There is always more to be done, and with just me and Stay-see here, never enough hands to do it all. I rouse from my bed, and dress, stoking the coals of the fire. In the next chamber, Stay-see sleeps peacefully, and Pacy is quiet in his basket. I can put on tea, then, and heat up some of the stew from yesterday before she wakes up. I picture her smile widening at the sight of a meal ready as she wakes up, and am pleased. I want to make her happy. I want to see her smile.
I want her mouth on me again.
I am wrapped up in thoughts of Stay-see as I move the privacy screen aside and step out into the snow to relieve myself. No new snow has fallen overnight, and trails of footprints lead to the front of the cave and then away again. I frown to myself, squatting by one. It is a smaller foot than my own. Did Stay-see leave the cave yesterday and I was not aware of it? I try to recall, but my mind is fixed on the image of Stay-see kneeling before me, her tongue flicking over my cock.