Total pages in book: 175
Estimated words: 166095 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 830(@200wpm)___ 664(@250wpm)___ 554(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 166095 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 830(@200wpm)___ 664(@250wpm)___ 554(@300wpm)
“Casserole,” she replies. “But I’m not gonna say it. I like it when you touch me. Both of you.”
Well then. I stroke the back of my hand down her bare arm. She doesn’t have the light, soft fuzz that every mesakkah does, but her skin is so touchable that I just want to keep petting her. “What parts feel good?”
“Tits,” Bethiah declares. “And of course her cunt. But play with her tits a little first. She’s got nice ones.”
I wait for Dora’s reaction, and when she doesn’t protest, I reach down and cup one of her breasts. It’s full and bouncy, the tip tight and peaked. When I brush my fingers over her nipple, she whimpers, pressing her head back against the curve of my shoulder. “Does that feel nice?” I murmur. “Should I keep going?”
Dora manages a nod, and I tease her breasts, plumping one and then the other, then stroking my thumb over each nipple until the human is squirming in my lap, Bethiah watching our movements with interest.
“You look so beautiful like this,” she coos to Dora. “All flushed and aroused by our mate’s touch. Is his cock hard again? Can you feel it?”
Dora shifts her hips against my groin, and I bite back a growl. I’m getting hard, all right.
I pinch one tight peak and she gasps, her arousal scent perfuming the air. “How does she look, Bethiah?”
My other mate licks her lips and considers, trailing a finger between Dora’s cleavage. The human makes an incoherent noise, arching back against me. Bethiah’s finger trails over to Dora’s other breast, circling her nipple. “Hmm. I don’t know. She’s pretty, but I feel parts of her are being neglected…”
“Pussy,” Dora gasps. “Please, someone touch my pussy.”
“Jamef?” Bethiah asks. “Do the honors?”
“I’d love to.” I nip the side of Dora’s throat again, reminding her that I’ve got her. That this is affection and exploration, nothing more. The moment she looks the slightest bit hesitant, we’ll stop…but I think Dora’s excitement is as great as ours. When my fingers brush over the tuft of curls that covers her cunt, her breath explodes and she shudders. That brings a smile to my lips. “I haven’t even touched you yet.”
“Please,” Dora breathes. “Please touch me, Jamef.”
Sweet creature. How can I be so keffing aroused for her innocent need as much as Bethiah’s sly confidence? They’re opposites, and yet both feel necessary to our mating. I skim my fingers over her mound, then veer towards one trembling thigh. “Is there something I should know, Bethiah? You’re the expert on humans.”
“Well, from what I’ve heard, they don’t like for their clits to be touched,” Bethiah says in a knowing voice.
Dora immediately whines. “That’s wrong! Touch my clit. Please touch my clit.”
Bethiah’s eyes gleam with anticipation and we exchange looks. “I don’t know, fluffit. They’re such a sensitive part that I wouldn’t want you to be uncomfortable. It’s best if Jamef goes slow and really, reaallly gets to know your body.”
“No,” Dora begs. “Don’t go slow. Jamef, please.” She reaches behind her and tugs on my neck, clinging to me. “Please, please touch me there.”
How can I refuse when she asks so prettily?
Forty-Five
DORA
I’m going to die. They’re going to kill me before I even get to orgasm. I’ll just spontaneously combust right in Jamef’s arms.
This was supposed to be about Jamef touching my pussy and instead Bethiah’s kneeling between my spread thighs and Jamef’s hand won’t go down far enough and I’m going to lose my damned mind if something doesn’t happen soon.
Jamef presses another kiss to my ear. “Should we —”
“Yes,” I blurt before he can even finish his sentence. “Whatever it is, yes.”
They both chuckle at that, and then Jamef’s hand slides lower (finally) and cups my pussy. A hot prick of delight spears me when he groans aloud. “So keffing wet.”
“That means we’re touching her just right,” Bethiah agrees, her fingers squeezing mine. I don’t know why I reached for her hand when she offered it, but touching her through this makes me feel good, like she’s somehow in charge even though she’s not even touching me. It’s nice.
Not that I don’t trust Jamef to be in charge. I do, but I’m more familiar with Bethiah and her kisses. Jamef is all new to me. His touch is new.
And his touch is slightly different, too. His fingers are thicker, rougher. I imagine the feel of one of those bigger fingers pushing deep inside me and moan aloud. “More, please.”
“She asks so nicely,” Bethiah whispers. “Surely you can give her a little more, Jamef.”
He grunts, and then the hand cupping my pussy flexes. One thick finger dips into the cleft of my sex, and I suck in a breath as he skims down the length of my pussy, lightly stroking. I writhe against his hand, wanting more. “Oh, please. Please please please.”