Total pages in book: 118
Estimated words: 106646 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 533(@200wpm)___ 427(@250wpm)___ 355(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 106646 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 533(@200wpm)___ 427(@250wpm)___ 355(@300wpm)
And that's A'tam in a nutshell—a mixture of enthusiasm and sultriness that draws me in.
Tonight, I get sultry A'tam. His lips move over mine with exquisite slowness and he takes his time as he kisses me. Our lips meet and part, each kiss a simple tasting, and then he tilts his head, changing the angle and nipping at my lower lip with those big fangs of his. It makes my skin prickle with awareness. He's big and strong, this guy, and I love that his size overwhelms me. It's just…sexy. He's just sexy.
I moan as his tongue flicks against my parted lips, and when his hand steals behind my neck, I lean in. A'tam deepens the kiss, his lips moving over mine. He drags his tongue in the most exquisite motion that makes everything inside my body clench up with arousal. Oh yeah, that's the stuff.
He pulls away and nips lightly at my lower lip. "Did you come here just for kisses tonight?"
I know what he's asking. We've had secretive make-out sessions over the last while, and A'tam has never pushed me for more. He's made it clear that he's more than happy to do everything, of course, but he's letting me set the pace. Tonight, he wants to know what to expect.
But I also came here tonight with one thought in mind. So I twine my arms around his neck and lean in for another kiss. "I came here for everything."
A'tam groans, dragging me off the pillow and into his lap. So much for going slow. I don't mind, though. I just sink into the kisses as he hauls me onto his crossed legs and cradles me against him. His mouth is hungry on mine, and our kisses are hot and heavy and oh-so-fervent. His beard is soft and ticklish against my face, too, and so all of kissing him is sheer pleasure.
When we finally part, I let out a breathless little sigh. "I'm glad I'm here."
He takes my hand in his and presses a kiss to the back of it, smiling. "Shall I make you even more glad?"
"Yes, please." If that's a thinly veiled sexual innuendo, I am all for it.
A'tam reaches for the laces on the front of my tunic and tugs at them again, freeing it. Most of my tunics have laces up the front instead of a slip-on design, because a lot of the women we received the clothing from were nursing, and I watch, holding my breath, and his eager fingers tug at each section of the laces, until the leather falls to each side of me and I'm bare-breasted in front of him. I deliberately avoided wearing a breast-band tonight, and my nipples prick as he gazes down at me, a hungry look on his gorgeous face.
"You are beyond beautiful, B'shit," he murmurs.
I wince at his interpretation of my name. He just said I was beautiful, though, so I choose to ignore it. "Bridget," I correct. "Kiss me again."
He gives me a confident look and presses his mouth to my neck, licking and kissing me there.
Now that's more like it. I moan, forgetting all about being quiet, and soak up the sensation of his hot, hungry mouth on my skin. It feels amazing, and I quickly want more of it. Panting, I wriggle out of his lap and grab his hand, dragging him to his bed of piled-up furs. "Come on," I tell him, breathless. "Lie down with me."
A'tam flings himself down onto the furs with me, landing with an enthusiastic thump. I giggle as he crawls over me, and I'm excited and feeling sexy and—
The entire hut groans, the board shifting underneath me.
We both freeze in place. I look up at the ceiling. Somewhere outside, I hear a rock tumble from the mortared wall, and a hiss of dust follows it. I look over at A'tam and he gives me a sheepish grin, and then shrugs.
I giggle again and then bite my lip as the hut shifts once more. "Your hut sucks, dude. I hope you don't do everything so half-assed."
"There are some things I do with my full ass," A'tam murmurs, giving me a playful look, and he tugs on my pants.
Chuckling, I watch him with amusement, dragging my fingers through his hair as he pulls my leggings off. He's so cute. His beautiful mouth lowers and he kisses my belly, sending ticklish sensations all through me. I laugh again, my voice low, as he gives my leggings a frustrated look and finally breaks the knot on the cords with his hands and impatiently tugs my leggings down. Then, he pauses and gazes at my pussy.
"You have fur," he breathes, fascinated.
"You don't?" But that's a silly question. I know he doesn't. A'tam and the rest of the islanders are not shy about their nudity. I've seen more butt cheek and swinging dick on this beach than I have on the internet, and that's saying something. I know they're utterly bare down there, because I've seen a lot of ball sack too. It didn't occur to me that he didn't realize I was “different” down there, and I worry that he's going to find mating me unpleasant.