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)
A'tam's hips lift off the furs.
I…rather like that response. Biting back a smile, I place my hand gently against the side of his cock and lick him all the way up the other side, from the base of his shaft to the tip, and circle my tongue around the head before I pull away. "Your skin is so warm," I murmur. "And flushed here, like all the blood in your body has headed this way."
"Br'chit," he moans, his hand tight in my hair. "You…your mouth is a tease."
Oh, I know it is. I've barely gotten started. I'm actually starting to enjoy this. Despite my momentary concern over his size, I'm loving the sense of power I have over him, how it feels to know that I can give him oodles of pleasure, or withhold it entirely. He's at my mercy, and I'm digging the turn of the tables. So it might look a little ridiculous for me to go down on him. So it might look like I'm sucking on a baseball bat or something. It doesn't matter. As long as he enjoys himself and I do too, it's all good.
I wrap my hand around his shaft as best I can, holding him steady, and I lick the head in my best porn-star imitation. I give him long, sultry licks. I tease the tip with swirls and nips. I caress every inch of that big, thick cock with my tongue. A'tam's doing his best to distract me from my mission to pleasure him, too. His hands are frantic as they move over my shoulders and my hair, as if he doesn't quite know what to do with himself but doesn't want to interrupt my ministrations. His tail lashes wildly every time I lick him, and he's making such sounds. Just hearing how lost he is gets me hot and bothered.
His enjoyment fuels mine, and I start to whisper filthy things between teasing licks. "Do you like my mouth on your cock? Does it feel soft and wet?" I flick him with my tongue. "You're so hard, A'tam. So big and hard that I can't fit my hand around you."
He goes still under me. "No. Wait."
I sit up, looking at him in surprise. My mouth is all wet from licking him, and I swipe at my lips. "No?"
A'tam looks conflicted. His eyes are hooded with arousal, his mouth plump and full as if he's been biting his lips. But he looks worried. "Big and hard is bad, yes?"
"Oh. No, it's okay." I feel guilty at seeing the concern on his face. Boy, I've really done a number on both of us. Not that he's not equally to blame, but I don't want that dark cloud hanging over our heads for the rest of our lives. "I like touching you when you're big and hard," I tell him, and lean down to give him a slow and lascivious lick that he watches with unabashed hunger. "Big and hard is only bad if I'm not wet and ready." It might be bad even with all that, but I don't point that out. "Just lie back and enjoy, all right?"
"If you are sure this is what you want—"
I decide to show him, instead. I squeeze the crown and dip my head, licking his shaft. I suck on the side of it, abusing his tender skin. I'm rewarded with a hiss of his breath and the way he pumps his hips. Good. He's distracted again. Pleased, I run my tongue over him and decide to skip the rest of the dirty talk. I'll just use my tongue for other things.
I lick the head of him over and over again, using my hand to steady his thick length. He really is big. Even though past events definitely made me recall parts of him a little more terrifying than they are, there's no getting around that A'tam is overly blessed in the loincloth. It's good that I'm going down on him, I decide. It lets me get reacquainted with Goliath in a comfortable way. I'm in charge, and down here, with his scent in my nose and my tongue teasing his sac, he's not a too-big alien with terrible moves. He's my A'tam, the guy that I love and resonated to. He's sweet, and if he's a little overly equipped, he wants so badly to do right by me the next time we make love.
There are other ways we can make each other feel good until we're ready to tackle the big stuff. Literally.
Hot pre-cum slides down the tip of his cock faster than I can lick it up, and I chuckle when he tries to thrust against my tongue. "You want me to suck on this big, fat tip?" I whisper.
He groans as if he's dying, his hand moving to my hair and gripping tightly.