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I lick down her breast, then circle it around her nipple, listening to her thoughts the whole time to make sure she's comfortable. Her mind is a mixture of pleasure and shock at the pleasure she's feeling. She's taking in everything, her hands coming to my neck, fingers slipping into my hair. My cock is hard against her thigh, my loincloth seeming like too much fabric between us. I groan as my lips enclose her nipple, tongue flicking it. Her hands tighten on my neck, pushing my head down even more as she arches her breast more into me. Her skin tastes just like she always smells, bathed in vanilla. It is intoxicating, dizzying to have her on my tongue. It's only been a few days since she was hovering over me, pussy on my mouth, but it's been far too long.
I release her nipple and move to the other, her fingers threading through my hair as I suck on her nipple. She moans, her hands moving to my shoulders, gripping the muscles, and loving the feel of them in her hands. I bring my hand between us, slowly trailing it down her stomach, seeking permission to use more than just my mouth on her.
"Please," she begs hoarsely.
I'm mad at myself for keeping my mate waiting even the second it takes my hand to slide down to her clit. But oh, the sound she makes when I rub my thumb in a circle on it, makes every thought flee. Every thought except doing whatever I can to hear that sexy gasp again. I work her clit, my mouth leaving her breast to kiss back up her chest, to her lips again. I swallow her every moan, sigh, and gasp, her thighs clenching to my sides while her hands explore me. Over my shoulders, down my back, ending at my ass. I groan into her mouth when she pushes my ass forward, making my cock grind against her. With the way her thighs are on me now, hiked up, one movement could bring my cock to her pussy. I desperately want to make that move, but I won't. Instead, I drag my fingers through her soaking pussy to her opening.
I freeze at her thought that she's never had anything inside of her. But then, her hips tilt forward, clearly wanting more, so I begin to slide one finger into her. Our mouths break apart with the breathy sigh that leaves her as my finger enters her, going deeper and deeper until it can't go any further. Her eyes are wide, staring at me like she can't believe what's happening. But as I pull back, so do her hips, arching forward again when I drive my finger into her. The only sounds that fill the cavern are her moans, my hisses at her pussy tightening around me, and my finger moving through her wetness.
Her hands come back to my shoulders, gripping tightly as she rides my finger, her hips rocking back and forth, meeting my finger each time. I try my best to ignore the way her thigh rubs against my cock every time she moves, or the wetness I feel coating the tip of my cock. This is about her. I won't make it about anything else.
I go slow, not wanting to go too far, or move too quickly, but it's her hips that begin setting a new pace. A faster one, her body arching forward, seeking more. I bring my thumb back to her clit, rubbing it while slamming my finger into her. A loud, deep moan tumbles over her lips. Even if it weren't for me being able to hear her thoughts of how close she is to coming, her body would tell me. Her nails dig into where they've moved to on my back. Her thighs clench tight to my sides. Her eyes close while her mouth opens, the sexiest of sounds spilling from it. She needs more though.
I lean down, bringing my lips to her neck, because I don't want to kiss her lips and not be able to hear those sounds. I suck her skin into my mouth, rubbing her clit harder, hooking my finger inside of her and she cries out, spasming around my finger.
"Don't stop, Kayo," she pleads. "Don't. Stop."
"Never," I groan against her neck.
My whole body moves with how much force I put behind my finger, making sure her orgasm is everything she needs it to be. But moving makes it that much harder to pretend my cock isn't rubbing against her, especially when her hand suddenly moves down and cups it through my loincloth. My entire body jerks, a grunt bursting out of me. She gives a chuckle, but it's breathy and only makes me yearn for her even more.
"Can I?" she asks, my fingers at the side of my loincloth.
"You never have to ask."
"But I will."
I still, understanding how important it is to her. "Yes, you can. Whatever you want to do, yes."
"Kiss me. Please."
As I move my mouth to hers, her body is no longer desperately arching for more, her orgasm fading, but her thighs still tremble, pussy spasming. I slide my finger out of her, smearing her wetness up her stomach, between her breast, over her collarbone. I mean to move my hand up to cup her face, but when she moans when I reach her neck, with surprise, I still it there. She arches her neck and I tighten my hand there as her fingers begin moving, pushing my loincloth aside as I slide my tongue into her mouth. She wraps her hand around me and I arch into her hand.
She breaks her mouth away from mine and begins to ask, "Can you—"
I shake my head though, cutting her off. "Don't ask. Tell me what you want."
"Can't you just see it in my mind?"
Oh, I can. I can see exactly what she wants from me. It's making me thrust into her hand harder, but I want to hear her say the words. I want her to realize and understand that anything she tells me she wants, I will give, and more.
I feel the deep breath she takes. "I want you to let me...I want your..."
"Tell me, Leah," I whisper against her lips, feeling the shiver that rakes through her.
"I want to suck your tongue."
I groan, licking her lips. "Did you think I wouldn't give it to you, mate?"
"I was worried what you would think of me if I asked."
I do bring my hand up to her chin now, gripping it so she has no choice but to look at me, even though her wide eyes are on me anyway.
"There is nothing you can do or say that will make me see you as anything less than perfect. Do you hear me, Leah?" She nods and I let her chin go, hand going right back to her neck. "Now, suck on my tongue like you want to. Like I am dying for you to do."
She gives me a small smile as I stick my tongue out. Her hand begins moving on me again as the tip of her tongue flicks against mine, first one tip, then the other, then in between. It is a test of ultimate restraint not to devour her mouth, not to begin arching into her hand like a man crazed. Her thumb rubs at the wetness on the tip of my cock as her lips wrap around my tongue. My eyes close at the feeling, at the lust rushing through me. She sucks on my tongue, her mind filling with visions of sucking my cock instead, as her hand strokes me, fast and tight.
I push down on her neck, pressing my tongue harder into her mouth. She moans, sucking my tongue, asking herself if I like the way she sucks my tongue, would I like her sucking my cock. I almost come. A shuddering breath leaves me and then she slides her lips off me, a decision made in her mind. Her hand leaves me as she sits up, making me sit up too.
