Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 86059 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 430(@200wpm)___ 344(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86059 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 430(@200wpm)___ 344(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
Then, all this guessing will be done. Her mind will open to mine like a flower and we will be one forever.
I swipe my tongue over her lower lip as she stiffens in my arms, her small breast thrusting against my hand. Her hips jerk and then her scent blooms in the air, thick and heady. I feel the wetness between her thighs as she comes, and I slide my hand between her legs so I can touch it for myself. She is so very wet now, and she pulls away from our joined mouths, her head resting on my shoulder as she pants, exhausted from pleasuring herself. She does not pull my hand away when I rub my fingertips carefully through her slick folds, nor does she stiffen with nervousness. All of that is gone, replaced with a sated pleasure that calls to me to bring her to such heights again.
I lift my wet hand to my mouth and taste her, rumbling my pleasure at just how good it is. She makes a little sound in her throat, her hand resting on my chest, and I love that her fingertips are wet with her arousal, too. I want her to paint it all over me. I will wear it like a cloak and revel in her scent.
I hold her against me, caressing her as she catches her breath, sliding my hand up and down her thighs and arms, touching her all over.
Mine, comes the urgent thought in my head. Mine.
I do not want to wait any longer.
I capture her chin between my thumb and my forefinger, mindful of my claws, and tilt her head so I can claim her mouth again. This time, when I ks her, I am conquering and fierce.
She moans, clinging to me, and there is no better sound in the world than the panting noises she makes in her pleasure. I take her with my mouth and my tongue, and push my hand between her thighs. She is already hot and wet, but I want more from her. I rub her clit, and her fingers spasm against my chest, digging into my skin. This time, it does not take long before she is at the edge. She bucks her hips against my fingers, her mouth frantic on mine as we ks, and she is hungry and utterly ready.
When I slide my hand away from her cunt, she makes a whimper of distress. I ks the tip of her nose and lift her into my arms, then settle her on the bed. She tries to sit down on her legs, watching me, and I indicate she should lean forward, stroking my hand along her back. She hesitates for a moment, and then gets on her elbows, presenting her bottom into the air, and I groan with pleasure at the sight. Her cunt is slick and inviting, flushed pink with her arousal, and it calls for my tongue and my cock both.
My tongue wins out, though. I push her forward on the springy platform, grasping her hips, and lower my head so I can taste her. Ruh-chul gasps, her hand clawing into the springy surface, her body quivering, and I drag my tongue over her cunt and then push it inside her, testing her heat. There is no doubt she is aroused, but her body heat is so much less than mine. I know I burn with fire, and my seed will be scorching hot inside her. I cannot claim her until she takes my fires. Once she does, her temperature will rise to meet mine.
For now, though, I will pleasure her with my tongue.
She pants and cries out as I work her cunt with my mouth, tasting and lapping at soft skin, claiming her with gentle thrusts of my tongue like I do when our mouths are together. I can feel when she is almost at the edge, when her cunt tightens reflexively with every caress of my mouth. When she comes, it is with my tongue buried inside her, and my hunger is so great that I grind my cock against the springy surface, too, just for the friction of it. I need her.
I have never needed anything so much.
Ruh-chul shudders and quakes, collapsed on the platform, and I gently pull her back into my arms. Her eyes are dazed with her arousal, and her ks slow and languid. She reaches for my cock before I can stop her, but when her hand grazes the wet head, she hisses and pulls back, startled.
"Ruh-chul," I murmur, pulling her close and holding her against me. I keep a hand over the head of my cock, shielding it from inadvertent contact with her body, and tug her in for another ks.
"Jurik," she whispers, her hand going to my chest, my face. Her eyes are so, so soft. There is nothing but sleepy, sated pleasure. She whispers something but I still do not know her words.