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"Please," I beg, the one word shuddering.
He groans and slides his tongue into me. I sigh as it enters me, caressing nerves that feel like they're much too alive and too raw. He presses his mouth harder to me, going deeper, the tips of his tongue curving inside of me, making a long, high-pitched moan escape me. The sound of the rope straining is barely noticeable above the sounds of his tongue sliding in and out of me, my pleas for more, and his grunts and groans against me.
My clit aches, my opening feels like it's throbbing around his tongue, and my thighs are shaking as they crush the sides of his head. It all feels like it's too much, like my body will fall apart above him. Like I will fall apart at any moment. But I want to. I think I need to, because that tension I felt before, it's nothing compared to the overwhelming coiling sensation inside of me right now. I don't know what it will lead to, only that I need to release the tension right now.
He begins driving his tongue into me, fast and hard, and my hips hurry to match his pace. My hands move from the wooden arm without me even truly noticing until I realize they're threading through softness, my palms brushing against the tips of something. I gasp, my head snapping forward to find my fingers in Kayo's hair, my palms butting against his crown of horns.
"I'm sor—" I try to apologize.
His tongue leaves my opening, and he grunts out, "Don't you dare fucking let go, Leah."
I tighten one hand in his hair, bringing the other to his foremost horns, threading my fingers around them. He shivers against me, and it sends a new wave of desire rushing through me. Feeling how much he wants me is dizzying. Heady. Mesmerizing, really.
Then, his tongue slams back into my opening, and he licks at me like a man starved. His head lifts, pressing his mouth harder to me while he groans as if I am the best thing he’s ever tasted. I can feel every hook of his tongue inside of me, the way the tips of it slide down me as he withdraws. His lip brushes against my clit every time he thrusts his tongue deep into me.
My hips are bucking with no rhythm now, my body just desperately seeking the bliss I feel is so close. Because now that tension, the coiling, is starting to make sense. Now I know that when it breaks, it will give me a feeling I have never felt, a pleasure I have never known, and make my body react in a way it never has. I want it all.
"Look at me."
My eyes open. I hadn’t even realized they'd closed, but now, they immediately clash with Kayo's. And that look in his eyes, a wild, feral desire for me, the feeling of his tongue driving back into me, my hands gripping his hair and horns so tightly, I'm sure it must hurt. Yet, he lets me do it anyway. It all brings me right where I need to be. My back arches, my eyes fly wide, and my pussy tightens around his tongue as utter ecstasy rushes through me.
"Kayo." His name bursts from my mouth, something between a moan and a plea.
His eyes flutter at the sound, but he doesn't let them close. No, he stares into my suddenly very heavy feeling eyes as I come, as that tension inside finally finds its relief, as I break down above him into nothing more than moans of his name, pleas for him not to stop, and breathy sighs.
And all the while, his mouth continues devouring me, licking up my cum, tongue sliding in and out of me. Then, he withdraws it, brings it back to my clit as my hips begin to slow down. But that lick is far too much, my clit much too sensitive, and a helpless whimper leaves me as I lift my pussy away from his mouth. I move back enough to see his tongue licking my cum from his lips, and the smile that follows.
Legs feeling entirely too shaky to move, I force them to unbend enough for me move down as I release my hold on Kayo's hair and horns. I move down his body until my head can lay on his chest. He's breathing just as hard as I am. That makes me smile, that he's just as affected as me. I close my eyes, content to enjoy the high still rushing through me. My body feels like it can fly, stars dance behind my closed lids, and every bit of me is covered in goosebumps.
I expect Kayo to tell me to untie him, to tell me he's had enough of being my captive, but he doesn't say a word. His chest, like mine, just slowly calms, returning to normal breathing. My head resting on it rises and falls more steadily. It's only then that I realize so many things at once. How much of my body is on him with me laying on him like this, my breasts pressed to his stomach, his thigh between mine. That I can feel his cock between us, against my lower stomach, hard, and hot, even through his loincloth. That I can feel my wetness on his thigh, the evidence of the pleasure he's even given me, and the need I feel building in me again right now.
I want to touch him, explore him, see what else he can make my body feel. My own thoughts, the impulses and urges, confuse and scare me, but also excite and embolden me. I move as slightly as I can, rubbing against his cock, but he groans anyway, the sound vibrating against my ear to his chest. God, that sound rushes through me, shooting straight to my pussy, flooding it with heat.
You've already gotten pleasure from him,I admonish myself. I should untie him now, retreat to some other part of this cave, and try to figure out what all this new need and want and desire inside of me means. But I find myself wondering if the explanation is a simple one. He says I am his mate, so isn't it okay to feel all these things with him? Shouldn't I feel these things with him? Maybe him being my mate is the reason I have only ever felt it with him.
"God," I groan, realizing he can hear my every thought. "Why aren't you saying anything, then?" I ask.
"Because you're trying to sort through your own thoughts," he answers, his voice deep but soft. "I can't think for you, Leah. I can only tell you that yes, you are my mate, and I am just as much yours. You honor me by feeling this way for me, about me, by wanting me, desiring me. No amount of pleasure is ever enough, and anything you want me to do to give you that pleasure, I will do."
"What about your pleasure?"
Because I realize that's what scares me. That him giving me pleasure will end up meaning I have to give it to him as well. Haven't I been shown and taught enough that nothing comes for free? He gives me pleasure, and then when he's untied, what will he want? My mouth, my body? Even more confusing than wanting him though, is that I want him to want me back? I want him to want those things from me. But it still scares me. To do those things when I'm not ready to yet.
This is all new, arousal, desire, orgasms. I worry if I do too much, too fast, the fear of it will return.
"My pleasure means nothing in the face of pleasing you, Leah. Just tell me what you want, and I'll give it."
"I want to...touch you," I admit. "Can I?"
"You can do whatever you want with me."
I slowly raise my head from his chest and sit up to look at down his body, at his cock between us. Without me laying on it, it's tenting his loincloth now. And it is very tented. I'm not ready to see his cock quite yet though, so I look up instead, at his face. His eyes stare into mine, softness and patience there. I have to force myself not to shy away from it. I reach up with shaky hands and begin at his hair. It's wild from my fingers having been in it before, but beautiful. Dark and long, soft as I trail my hands over it towards his horns.
He has horns all across his hairline, inches tall. I've never seen anything like it in the drawings people have shown on the news. I like his horns, him period, far better than any other drawing I've seen. He shivers below me, and his eyes close as a deep breath leaves him.
"My horns, they're—" He breaks off.
I tilt my head. "It turns you on when I touch them?"
