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“Not the belly,” I admit, feeling shy even as I wiggle under him. The thought of his tongue on my pussy is making me wildly aroused, and I’m panting as he moves lower.
“Where do you want my tongue, Kim?” He pushes my thighs apart, one big hand skimming along the inside of my leg. “Is there a spot in particular? Or is all of it sensitive?” The look he gives me is heated. “Guide me, my mate. Show me.”
My pussy clenches at the expression on his face. His pupils are so big and dark with hunger, his gaze possessive. He wants me to show him?
I suck in a breath and slide my hand to my pussy. I push my folds apart with one hand and then slip the other between my legs, showing him. I circle my clit as he lowers his head, watching me touch myself from inches away. “This is my clit,” I whisper. “It’s very sensitive.” I move my fingers lower and press one deep inside me. “This feels good, too.”
He growls and then pushes my hands aside, away from my body. “It is mine now.”
That should not be NEARLY as sexy as it is, but his words leave me utterly breathless.
45
KIM
Nassakth wastes absolutely no time. He goes right for my clit, replacing the hand I had there just moments ago. His tongue feels strange for a moment—the texture and flat, thinner nature of it odd against my flesh—but then the pleasure sets in and I moan, settling back to let him do as he wants.
It’s been a long time since I’ve had oral. Longer still since I’ve climaxed from it—but I can tell right away that a climax won’t be a problem with Nassakth. He’s utterly eager, his tongue greedy as he licks me with noisy enthusiasm. My mate is not quiet as he works me with his tongue. He groans and smacks his lips so much that I worry I’m perhaps TOO wet, but the noises he makes are pleased ones, so I relax and let him do as he will. It takes me a moment to settle in and relax, to let my body’s tension slide away so I can enjoy the feel of his mouth on my skin. Oral in the past has been pretty great—perhaps not fireworks-great like I’ve heard it is for other people, but everybody is different. My fingers lazily move through his wet mane as he licks me with gusto, and I smile with how much enthusiasm Nassakth has for this. It’s sweet. It’s—
His mouth closes around my clit and then he sucks.
I nearly jump off the bed, a loud “guh” sound escaping my throat.
I’ve never had THAT done to me before, and it changes everything. Nassakth purrs, his arms locking tighter around my hips and holding me against his mouth as he continues to suck. I squirm in his grasp, feeling open and exposed and oh-god-sensitive. “Oh. Okay. Okay.” I pant each word, startled. Here I thought nothing could surprise me. “Okay. Oh wow. Okay.” My entire body trembles.
“Mine,” he growls, mouth lifting. He looks up at me and there’s such intense hunger in his gaze that I whimper.
“All yours,” I agree, and then I suck in a breath when he pushes a big finger against the entrance to my core. “Okay. Okay.”
I’m babbling. I know I am. All I can seem to say is “okay” as he latches onto my clit again, sucking and seeming to clasp his strange, flat tongue around it. I can feel how utterly wet I am as his finger sinks into me with zero resistance, and then he starts to slowly fuck me with it, dragging it in and out with achingly lazy movements. His arm continues to grip me tightly, locked around my thighs and pushing them towards my breasts as he licks me to the point of insanity.
And I keep saying the same things over and over again, my hands locked onto his mane. “Okay. Okay.”
He adds a second finger, pumping into me.
“Oh fuck. Okay,” I pant. “Okay. Oh god, that feels good, Nassakth.”
My praxiian lifts his head for a moment. “You’re tight. So tight.” He pushes into me again. “Even this wet, you’d be a tight fit for my cock.”
I whimper. “Okay.” I mean…a tight fit sounds good to me.
He purrs hard, then his mouth is on my clit again, and I jump, my hips bucking against him. I cry out, and when his fingers begin to move faster, his tongue does, too. I’m utterly wild, rocking against his face as he works me with hands and mouth, my constant stream of “okays” turning into mindless little keening groans. I’m practically bucking against his mouth when I come, my legs locking tight around his head and a cry escaping my throat.
