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Oh god. “I…think so? Do you—”
That is enough for him. I can’t even finish the sentence before he’s hauling me out of the shower. Dripping wet, he carries me across the floor of his spa-like bathroom and back into the bedroom. A moment later, he sets me gently on the edge of the bed and then crawls over me. He’s big and wet and we’re making a mess on the mattress. “Should we dry off first…?”
“No.” His mouth goes to my neck and he begins to kiss down my body. “I am going to taste you.”
I squirm as his face moves down my neck, towards my breasts. “But I’m not the one affected by noli—”
“Your pleasure,” he purrs, “is my pleasure.”
That should not sound as sexy as it does. I shiver at his words and run my fingers through his wet mane. “Do you feel any better yet?”
“Now that I have you in my arms? Yes.”
“That’s not what I meant.”
“But it is what I meant.” Nassakth kisses toward my breast. “I want to learn what pleasures you, Kim. I want you to crave my touch. I have never been with a human, so you must instruct me.” He drags his tongue along the curve of my breast. “You rubbed these on me when you came. Are they sensitive?”
Oooh. I’ve never been in a position to tell a guy what I wanted in bed. When I was younger, I was far too shy to express what I wanted, and then things got awful. But Nassakth is asking what I like. He wants me to tell him, because my pleasure is important to him. For a moment, I’m terrified that I won’t be what he wants in bed. What if my traumatic past is too much for me to get past and when he’s got his hands on me, I won’t be able to come? “I don’t know if it matters, Nassakth.”
“It matters to me.” His voice is thick, and he rubs his mouth over the tip of one breast, sending a flare of arousal through me. “Does that feel good?”
“Y-yes. But what if I can’t come because of what happened in the past? What if I’m all screwed up?”
The look he gives me is pure confidence. “I can make you come.”
I shiver at the erotic expression on his face. “What if it takes a long time?”
“Then it takes a long time.” He drags his unusual tongue over one of my nipples with excruciating slowness. “Now tell me. Good, or should I move on?”
“Good,” I pant. “Good.”
He purrs and laps at my breast again. The texture on his tongue makes it less slippery than a human tongue, which means that every movement seems to take twice as long. When he licks the underside of my nipple—where I’m the most sensitive—it’s like he’s moving in slow motion, and I can’t help the little groan that escapes me.
“I like your nipples,” he murmurs against my skin, his breath scorching. “They are hard, but soft, and such a pretty color.” His tongue swirls around the tip he’s teasing, and his hand goes to my other breast, cupping it. “I like how they greet me in the morning when I wake up. It’s like they escape your clothing because they are so hungry for my mouth.”
Is it possible to be turned on and get the giggles at the same time? It’s the most ridiculous—and erotic—thing I’ve ever heard. “It’s just because the collar in your tunic is big—”
“Shhh. Let me have my fantasy.” He takes my nipple into his mouth even as his thumb strokes over the other, and hot need surges through me. I moan, squirming against his mouth, and my fingers tighten in his mane. I love the feel of his lips nuzzling at my sensitive spots, making me ache. I want him to stay there forever—even as I want him to move lower.
He teases my breasts, murmuring sweet words to me for so long that I’m writhing under him by the time he switches. There’s something about his tongue—or maybe it’s just Nassakth in general—but I’ve never been so aroused by breast play. I’m achy and needy and whimpering, and when my hips buck up against him, he groans and begins to kiss downward, his movements becoming as frantic as mine.
“Is your stomach sensitive?” he purrs, the words rumbling through his chest. “Or shall I continue downward toward your pretty cunt and lick it instead?”
“What…what about you?”
“I came while tonguing your breasts, Kim.” He licks down toward my navel. “I will come again with my mouth buried between your thighs, and as many times as I need to until you are sated.”
My breath shudders. “Are you…hurting? Do I need to help you again? I can use my hands—”
“Belly?” he demands, kissing my skin. “Or cunt?”
