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“Spiderwebs,” I tell him. “It’s spiderwebs.”
Neska huffs, as if amused. “Interesting. Do you find it unpleasant?”
“It was unnerving at first, but I’ve gotten used to it.”
He strokes his fingers up and down the cleft of my pussy, and I whimper.
“You make quite a lot of wetness,” he declares. “I like that. I must arouse you very much.”
Count on Neska to make it about himself. I’m amused at this particular observation and his smug response, but then he rubs a finger over the hood of my clit and I forget about everything. I suck in a breath, my body clenching, and he makes another pleased sound at my reaction.
“You’re not pretending, are you?”
“If I was pretending, I wouldn’t be wet.”
“Hmm. You can’t make yourself wet at will?”
I shake my head, and the answer pleases him. He fingers me again, gathering more wetness from the entrance of my body and stroking the bud of my clit with slick fingers. Even though my eyes are closed, I can feel him watching my expression closely. He’s noting my responses, and adjusting his touches accordingly. Hewantsto learn, and I’m flattered.
As he casually fingers me, he adds, “Some used their mouths on their lovers.”
Another whimper escapes me. “Some do, yes.”
“What if I did such a thing? Would you like it?”
Is he volunteering? I squirm against his hand, panting. His other laying flat on the inside of my thigh and I’m aware of how close he’s leaning, and how very wet I am…and how aroused. When he strokes his fingers through my folds again, my body makes a slick sound that just proves how turned on I am. He has to ask if I’d like his mouth on me? “Why don’t you try it and find out?”
Neska isn’t irritated at my sly comment. He huffs again, the sound one of amusement. “I do believe I shall.”
And then he runs the tip of his tongue through my slick heat.
I moan, my legs jerking. My hands clench in my gown, and I’m desperate to hold onto something. When he makes a pleased sound at my taste, I decide to be bold and put a hand atop his head. I sink my fingers into his hair, and it’s just as soft and silky as the others.
He stiffens at my touch, though, and I immediately jerk away. “I’m sorry,” I blurt out. “I should have asked—”
“You want to touch me?” Neska’s voice is low and it sounds astonished, as if he had no idea.
“It’s natural to touch someone that’s giving you pleasure.” I try to keep my tone casual, even though my heart is racing. Is he offended? Annoyed? “I can stop if you don’t like it.”
“That is the first time you’ve reached for me, Yulenna.”
Oh. So it is. The fact that he’s calling me by my name feels momentous, too. Like we’re making progress with something between us. “It’s the first time I’ve wanted to.”
“Then you may continue.” He takes my hand in his and gently settles it back in his hair, and then pulls my wet folds apart and runs his tongue over them again, as if he was never interrupted.
I moan, my legs twitching again as he laps at me. I’m careful not to pull his hair, but it grows exceedingly difficult to pay attention as he tries out different ways of tonguing me to see what makes me respond.
“Your clit is just big enough that I can suck on it,” he murmurs, breath warm against my skin. “I saw some women had very small ones, but I like yours. It fits against my tongue nicely.”
And then he closes his lips over my clit and sucks, and I nearly come off the table. I cry out again when he clamps a hand down on my thigh, keeping me spread, and his mouth continues to work me over, sucking on my clit and then flicking at it with the tip of his tongue. I’m close to climaxing, and as he licks and toys with me, I arch against his mouth, unable to stay still. He keeps humming to himself, as if he has more to say but finds his mouth occupied, and the humming only adds to the sensation. When I come, it’s with a ferocious clenching of my legs, a fresh gush of release, and the most wrenching, delicious orgasm I’ve had in years.
Perhaps ever.
I suck in deep breaths, dizzy. I’m vaguely aware of Neska peppering kisses on my pussy again, then the tip of his tongue gliding through my folds once more. I’m also aware that I have my hand clenched in his silky hair, tighter than is comfortable. With a gasp, I release him. “Oh. My apologies, my lord.”
“No apology necessary. I liked that.” He licks me again, and another tremor racks my body. When I open my eyes, I find him watching me from the seat of my thighs. “I found that excessively enjoyable. I shall have to do that more often.”
“You…you will?”
