Total pages in book: 130
Estimated words: 117336 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 587(@200wpm)___ 469(@250wpm)___ 391(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 117336 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 587(@200wpm)___ 469(@250wpm)___ 391(@300wpm)
Her body shivers against mine, and I stroke my hand up and down her arm. I will not do more than caress until she asks me to, no matter that her scent is so rich and thick in the air that it is making my senses go wild. Melina pulls away from me, glances back to make sure I am watching, and then takes a few steps forward, stepping out of her boots and tugging down her undergarments as she does. My mouth waters at the sight of her thick, rounded bottom, of the ample curves of her backside. Did I say it was merely her personality and strength I'd fallen for? I have to add her glorious backside to that list.
She saunters over to the edge of the bed, fully naked, and sits down on the edge delicately. Melina looks back at me. "How do you want me?"
"Want…you?" Is there more than one answer to this? I attempt to keep my voice calm. "What is the best way to proceed?"
"Well," Melina drawls, leaning on the bed, her hand on the sheets. She crosses her legs, and she looks so effortlessly elegant and beautiful that it takes everything I have not to reach for my cock and pump it with my fist like a heathen. "I could get on all fours and you could eat me out from behind, or I could sit on your face, or I could get on my back and you could settle in between my thighs." She traces a finger on the sheets. "How would you like it?"
I have not considered there is more than one way to do this. Her words are enticing, and my mind drifts through the possibilities, liking each one more than the last. "Can we try them all?"
The moment the words leave me, my ears feel hot with embarrassment. I sound like a greedy child.
She tilts her head, considering me, and I realize I have lost control of the situation. I am not the one in charge. Melina holds me in the palm of her hand. A word from her, and she will destroy me and leave me aching…or give me intense pleasure. My consort studies me and then finally says, "Let's see how this goes before we make any promises."
I nod. In this moment, if she flashed her cunt at me and let me breathe in its sweet perfume, I would grant her anything. "Whatever you like."
"And if I want you to stop, you need to stop. Understand?"
I nod again.
She hesitates. "Should we have a safe word? A word I can use that will tell you to stop no matter what? That lets you know I'm no longer comfortable?"
I move forward and touch her chin, getting her attention. "If you wish me to stop, tell me so. I will not force you to ask twice."
Melina nods, her eyes meeting mine. She settles back on the bed and reclines, her breasts pointing up at the ceiling. Her nipples are so tight that my fingers itch to touch them, but I do not have permission. "Let's go with me on my back, then," she says, and reclines on her elbows, her legs hanging off the edge of the bed. "Unless you object."
"No objections." I sink to my knees in front of her like a supplicant. The position makes me aware that she holds all the power in this relationship, regardless of what she thinks. Here I am, kneeling in front of her, practically begging to lick her cunt and give her pleasure, and I am beside myself with the hunger to do so. How have I sunk so far in such a short time? Any other Salorian would be horrified and yet…I am not. Instead, I watch eagerly as she parts her thighs and braces one delicate foot on the edge of the bed, and then the other, creating an altar for me to worship at.
I am lost at the sight of her gloriousness. Reverent, I gaze upon the arches of her legs and the valley between them, flushed with dusky color and slick with her juices. A tuft of dark curls covers her mound, and underneath it peek out even darker folds. They gleam with wetness and as I watch, she reaches down and spreads them for me, revealing the slick channel they hide and the prominent nub at the apex. "Have you ever seen this before?"
"In drawings," I admit. I've stared at them for far too long and far too often, fascinated. To see her up close like this is something out of a dream, and her scent drifts around me like a web, drawing me in. "May I touch?"
To my surprise, she gives the nub at the top of her cunt a little rub, and then pulls her hand away. "Go ahead."