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)
Her breath shudders.
The taste of Stay-see on my tongue is delicious. I lap at her again, so juicy and sweet here. She tastes better than I remembered, and I cannot help but lick her over and over, fascinated at the softness against my tongue and the taste of her musk. She moans, and her hips rock in time with my tongue, pushing up against me. She is enjoying this, but I want to make her insane with need, like she did to me.
So I begin to explore her with my mouth, learning every fold and curve. I slick my tongue over the bump at the top of her cunt that resembles a nipple. I drag my mouth down to the entrance of her core, where she is hottest and slickest. I want to lick her even lower, but when she arches her hips so sweetly as I tongue her core, I decide to focus my attention there. I push the tip of my tongue inside her, and she moans, her grip tight on my hand. I use my tongue like my cock, pushing in and out of her. My own need is raging through me, but I ignore it. This is all about Stay-see and her need, not mine.
“Touch my clit,” she whispers.
I lift my head, surprised. It is the first noise she has made that was not a moan or a cry. “Your clit?” I do not know the word. “Show me.”
“Here,” she says. Her free hand slides between her thighs, and she parts her folds. Her fingers skim over her slickness, and then she circles the little nipple at the top of her cunt.
I am fascinated by the sight of her touching herself…and jealous. She is mine to touch. Mine to pleasure. But I will take what she shows me, and learn. I watch her as she slowly traces around the nipple—her clit—and her breathing quickens. She likes soft touches here, then.
I push her hand aside and bury my face between her legs again, finding her clit with my tongue. I can hear her gasp when I find it, and I set to copying her motions, tracing the tip of my tongue around it in a circle like she did. Her entire body trembles in response, and she releases a small cry.
Encouraged, I redouble my efforts, licking, nibbling, and sucking on that small bit of flesh. If she wants me to tease her clit, I will. If she wants me to lick it for hours, I will. I watch her movements and pay attention to the grip of her hand in mine. I learn which things she likes—like the quick swipe of my tongue over her clit—and which do not move her. Over and over, I pleasure her with my mouth, and the taste of her fills my senses. I want to spend hours here between her thighs, feeling her quiver.
One of her legs twitches, and I push my free hand down on it, forcing her legs to spread wider. “Mine,” I growl hungrily between licks.
She whimpers, and her hand goes to my mane. Her fingers knot in my hair and she cries out softly, her hips arching. “I’m so close,” she pants. “Don’t stop.”
“Never,” I vow, and lap at her with newfound determination. She grips my hand tightly as I continue to work her clit, over and over. Her hips rise higher with every lap of my tongue until she is pushing against my mouth, a little keening noise escaping her throat.
Then she comes in a rush of wetness, her entire body trembling. She gasps loudly and quakes, and I grip her hand tightly and continue to pleasure her with my mouth. I do not let up until she pushes me aside some moments later. “You’re going to kill me if you keep that up,” she tells me, all breathless wonder.
“I am pleasuring my mate,” I tell her, ready to do more.
“I’ve definitely been pleasured,” she says, panting. “I…wow.”
“I did well?”
“Better than well. Amazing.” She squeezes my hand again. “Thank you.”
“Why do you thank me?”
“Because you didn’t have to do that.”
“I have been dreaming of that for days.” I press a kiss to the inside of her thigh and enjoy her little quiver of response. “There is no greater pleasure than tasting you on my lips, and watching you come apart.”
She smiles and pats the furs. “Come snuggle with me for a bit?”
“Snuh-gul?”
Stay-see nods, and as I move beside her, puts her arms around my waist and presses her cheek to my chest. She tucks her body against me and twines her legs with mine. “Snuggling. Cuddling. Holding each other.”
“I would be happy to.” I put my arms around her and feel content. Happy. My khui sings a song of contentment. My cock aches, and my need is fierce, but I do not need more in this moment. I have my mate in my arms, her taste on my lips, and her well-pleasured body resting against me.