“That’s a good girl,” I praised, snaking my other hand under her dress to cup both legs.
I stared up at her, holding eye contact as my palms ran up her thighs. They were clad in a thin fabric with satin detailing.Such delicate materials under the grooves of my hands that were designed to rip. Maybe another time. Knowing she had limited resources—clothing in particular—I forced myself to behave as I hooked my thumbs into the waistband and pulled them slowly down to her ankles. She stepped out of them, and I breathed heavily. She was bare for me under the thin drape of linen between us.
Her mouth-watering sweetness called to me, but it wasn’t time to feast just yet. She’d never done this before. Why rush a meal that was already mine? I kissed above her knees, over the fabric, as I untied the laces of her bodice and boots with both sets of hands. That small amount of contact was enough to elicit a moan from her. She would make much more obscene noises soon.
Once her bare soles touched the ground, I made a point of kissing the top of each foot. Starving or not, I always paid my respects to the gods before eating. Two hands gripped her waist and the other set found their way back to her calves. I was pleased to feel the absence of a barrier as they rose past her knees and up her thighs.
She shuddered.
“Spread them,” I commanded, tilting my chin up to gaze up at her between her breasts.
“Is this the easiest way for you to do this? Maybe I should… lay down?” She looked so uncertain of herself.
“I told you to let me handle how I please you. Now…” I grabbed behind her knees and yanked them away from each other, forcing her feet apart. “Spread them.”
She yelped and instinctively grabbed onto my head to catch herself from the sudden shift in balance. I grinned up at her, pleased to feel her thumb curiously explore the small hornson my forehead. Now, it wasmyturn to explore her unique anatomy.
I returned my hands to their torturously slow ascent toward her core. As I grew nearer, a soft fuzz tickled the back of my thumbs. Quadmos didn’t have this. I ran a knuckle along the apex of her thighs, appreciating her fur. She let out a needy moan. It must be sensitive everywhere between her hips if she was already providing such positive feedback. That was good to know. But I wasn’t after “sensitive”, I wanted the key to her undoing.
I moved the edge of my knuckle slowly towards her center, my finger dipping into a wet set of lips. She gasped, her breaths suddenly uneven. There was a bump there, and when I moved my thumb to it and pressed down, her entire body yanked off the tree as she cried out in the forest. What a perfect, convenient little button. I grabbed a leg and hoisted it over my shoulder to give myself better access, the view still hidden by her dress. As much as I wanted to see her fully exposed, I was happy to navigate by touch for now.
“Don’t forget your job. Tell me how it feels.”
“Amazing,” she whined, her hips rolling against my palm.
My fingers spread across her belly as my thumb played with the fun spot I’d found. I watched as her face twisted, her mouth gaping as her head rolled to the side in pleasure. She was so expressive. I was happy to know these facial expressions were for me. Foronlyme.
“Theo, it feels so good.”
“What does it feel like, darling? Tell me.”
“Like—like I’m tensing. Fuck. My god.”
“Oh, Vivian. Are you about to come for me already?” Another one of my hands reached past where I was petting, finding the source of the wetness coating my hand. “Because if you are, I want to feel it.”
I plunged a finger into her pussy as my other hand continued its work. And she fuckingscreamed. Her core tightened its grip for a moment, before it began pulsing. Her cum dripped over my knuckles. I pumped in and out of her, still pressing against the little button that had wound her up for her release.
“No,” she panted.
“No?” I stopped everything I was doing, sobering up quickly.
“Don’t touch my clit right now. Too sensitive.”
Oh. The name of my new favorite button? Her “clit”. I removed my thumb and she relaxed. Noted. No stimulating her clit after she comes.
I positioned a second finger at her opening. It was a tight fit, but her excitement helped squeeze me in. Her grip on my head tightened as she let out a noise that was more beast than person.
“My gods, you’re tight,” I murmured.
She felt so different from any female I’d ever been with. Her core was smooth but ridged. I reflected that there wasn’t much room to move around as I wiggled my fingers.
Another scream.
I looked up at her hungrily. There was more than one epicenter to her pleasure, and all I had to do was hook two fingers, as if beckoning her to come to me. How appropriate.
“Theo, oh my god.”
“Feels good?” I purred.
