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Mhal stares thoughtfully down at my spread thighs. His thumb moves over my folds again and then delves deep, rubbing over sensitized skin. I buck against his hand, whimpering when the pad of his thumb brushes against my clit.
That gets his attention. His eyes go pure gold and he lifts his thumb to his lips, licking it. "Jen-nee."
The word is guttural and strange, his voice thick and rusty as if unused. It's still the hottest thing I've ever heard, and I whimper again at the sound of it. He knows it’s me. "Mhal," I whisper. "Please."
He leans in, and instead of putting his hand on me again, he presses his mouth to the inside of my knee and flicks his tongue against it. I moan in anticipation as he moves forward, licking up the inside of my thigh. Okay, he's headed right for my pussy. It looks like he's a man that moves fast, and I can't find it in me to complain. I'm too turned on.
Mhal nips his way to the apex of my thighs and then drags his nose through the curls covering my mound. I shudder in response, because he's so close that I can feel his breath on my skin, but still so far away. His fingers move through my slick folds even as he nuzzles my skin, and then he parts my folds and his tongue flicks over my clit.
Need explodes through me. I cry out, grabbing at his head. To my surprise, short, hard horns are buried in that thick, wild hair of his, and they smack against my skin as I try to find a handhold. I bury my fingers in his hair and hold tight. Not that he's going anywhere. I just feel the need to hold onto him as his tongue moves over my pussy, learning me with the scorching tip of his tongue. I squirm as it circles around my clit and then delves deeper, pushing into my core. He groans then, lapping at my taste, and I could swear he breathes my name again.
He works his tongue against my core, holding my folds apart with his hand, and it's both the best thing I've ever felt and the most frustrating. I've never had anyone touch me here, and having his mouth there is sheer intensity. But at the same time, he's ignoring my clit and I'm so worked up that it feels like torture. I desperately need the orgasm that seems further and further away by the moment. When his tongue delves into me again, I pull one hand from his hair and slide it between my legs again, furiously rubbing my clit as he does. Oh fuck. I'm so close. So close. I just need—
Mhal grabs my hand and pries it off, and I make an unholy sound of frustration.
"Jen-nee," he murmurs again, and then his mouth moves over my clit. His fingers brush against the entrance to my core and he sinks one inside me. I arch, crying out, because his finger feels much bigger than mine. It's hot, too. Achingly so. I squirm, my hips rising as his tongue circles against my clit, and I fist his hair again, grinding against his mouth mindlessly as he tongues me.
"I'm so close," I say brokenly as he licks and circles my clit. "So fucking close. Don't you dare stop."
He drags his finger in and out of me, his movements slow, and when he adds a second one, it changes the intensity of things. My hands tighten in his hair and when he tongues my clit faster, the sounds I make are all the more unhinged. My legs can't seem to stop moving, and I park one foot on his shoulder, my leg folded as he grips my hip with one hand and finger-fucks me harder with the other. I'm mindless with need, so close to the edge that I can't think straight. All I know is that when he looks up at me with that possessive, golden-eyed stare as he licks my clit, it does something to me.
When he makes that purring sound in his throat again, I feel it against my clit, and it's enough to send me over the edge. I explode with a scream, working frantically against his mouth. He thrusts his fingers into me harder, his actions rough, and it feels so damn good it just adds to the pleasure of it all. I keep crying out, my thighs locking around his head as I come, my muscles clenched with the force of my orgasm, and I curl over on my side, dragging him with me because he won't stop licking me.
I'm panting as I come back to reality, vaguely aware that I've still got his head between my thighs, his tongue dragging over my sensitized skin as he laps up every drop of my arousal. He's on his side—I am, too—and seems to be in no hurry to move, which is weird considering I've got him in a chokehold between my thighs. I immediately squirm away, freeing him. "Oh god, sorry."
