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)
My hands go to her hips, and I fight the urge to push her down on my cock, already hard and aching in response to her nearness. But I want her to stay where she is—I love the feel of her straddling me. “Then I will learn to be good at it again.”
“You will,” she says softly. Her fingers play with my mane, and she strokes my jaw again. “Or you’ll remember.”
“I want to remember,” I say, and my voice is thick with need. “I want it more than anything.”
“I know. Maybe this will jog your memory, then.” She leans in and presses her mouth to mine.
Her lips brush over mine, and the feeling I get is one of overwhelming sweetness. My Stay-see is all that is kind, and soft, and sweet in this world. I feel a possessive surge as I hold her close, letting her press her small lips against mine. If this is what she wants to do, then I will gladly go along with it.
Then she licks me.
I am so startled by this that I jerk back, staring at her.
“What? What is it?” Her mouth is wet and shiny, and fascinating.
“Are you supposed to do that?”
She smiles at me. “We can do anything we want to each other, silly, as long as it feels good. Did you not like it?” Stay-see looks concerned.
“I was just…surprised. Let us do it again.” I want to taste her little tongue once more.
She slides a little closer to me, her cunt resting directly atop my rock-hard cock, and there’s a smile curving her mouth. “Still want me to lead?”
I nod. I am too fascinated by how she is acting to protest. I like it when she takes control. It is such a different side of her…and it is exciting. I put my hands on her hips, determined not to disturb her.
Stay-see leans in again and brushes her lips over mine, like she did before. I can feel her excitement, the hot scent of her arousal perfuming the air. Her khui hums a low song, and mine responds in kind. As she leans forward, her teats brush against my chest, and her little nipples are hard. It makes my cock jerk in response because I want nothing more than to throw her down on the floor and bury my face in her cunt, devouring her until she’s crying out my name. My hands clench into fists, and I close my eyes, determined to remain in control. I do not want to frighten her with the intensity of my need.
But last night, when she put her mouth on my cock? She has only made my need worse. Now I cannot think of anything but her.
Her tongue flicks against the seam of my mouth again, and I part my lips, curious to see where this goes. Her little shiver of response fascinates me, as does the sensation of her tongue sliding against mine. She is licking me again…and it feels indescribable. I groan as she begins to tease me, her tongue traveling lightly against mine, coaxing me to participate. Then she thrusts into my mouth, and I gasp because it reminds me of…mating with her. Is that what this is? Mating with mouths?
I think I am going to like kissing. A lot.
I brush my tongue against hers, and she makes a breathless little moan when I do. Her response rocks through me, and I can no longer sit back and concentrate. I must participate, and I hold her tightly as my tongue battles with hers, slicking and stroking against one another. Her mouth is wet and hot, like her cunt must be right now, and when I thrust my tongue into her mouth, it is like I am promising her a mating, teasing her with what my cock will do to her.
And she clings to me and pants, excited by my kisses.
Over and over, our mouths mate and come together, tongues melding. My hands roam over her back, pressing her smaller form against me. She is perfection, my mate, all curves and soft skin, and I grip her backside, fascinated by how round and plush it is. Sa-khui women are lean and muscular, but my Stay-see is nothing like that, and I love her body.
She moans against my mouth and her hips rock against my cock, eliciting another groan from me. I think of last night, when she knelt before me and pleasured me with her mouth. She did not cry out her pleasure like she did when we mated. She has had no release—and I want to give her one. I slide a hand up her front, cupping her full teats. “Stay-see,” I rasp between kisses. “Let me kiss your cunt. I want to lick it like you lick my mouth.”
My mate shudders against me, her breathing harsh. “You don’t have to—it’s not about being reciprocal—”