Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 68913 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68913 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
“They fit just fine,” I disagreed with her hoarsely. “It’s not bad to have big breasts, baby—not bad at all.”
Part of my brain was shouting that I needed to pull my hand away at once, but I just couldn’t seem to. Her breast felt so firm and soft at the same time, filling my palm like it was meant to be there. Without thinking about it, I moved my hand, cupping lower so I could thumb the tight pink bud of her nipple.
Delilah moaned softly and pressed closer, her eyelids fluttering with pleasure.
“Oh, Cole,” she whispered breathily. “That feels so good. It never felt like that when Charlie touched me!”
“How…how did he touch you, baby?” I asked, though I hated to think of any other male putting his hands on her.
“He was rough.” She bit her lip. “He pinched and pulled my nipples really hard. He wasn’t gentle like you are.”
“I would never hurt you, baby,” I murmured, tugging gently on her tight peak. “And any guy that would isn’t worth your time. He ought to be trying to make you feel good—not hurting you.”
“You’re making me feel good now,” she admitted in a low, breathy voice. “But when you touch me there—on my nipples—it’s like I feel it other places too.”
“Other places? What do you mean?” I murmured. Without thinking about it, I had cupped her other breast in my other hand. As we spoke, I was tugging lightly on both her ripe nipples, then circling them with my thumbs to make them stand out even more for me.
“Ahh…mmm,” she moaned softly. “I just mean when you tease my nipples like that I kind of feel it…”
“Feel it where, baby?” I asked softly, because her cheeks had gone pink with a blush.
“Well…I feel it in my pussy,” she admitted in a low voice. “I don’t know why but, well…it makes me really wet. And I feel kind of swollen and sensitive down there, too. You know?”
“I know, baby,” I murmured, still tugging her nipples. “But that’s okay—it’s normal.”
“Is it really?” She bit her lip, her cheeks still pink. “I’ve never felt like this before,” she admitted in a low voice. “I mean, I had a few human boyfriends—you know—but none of them affected me the way you are right now, Cole.”
I thought it was possible since she had matured so late. It had only been in the past year or so that she’d gotten so curvy. Sometimes that happens with a Were female—she doesn’t come into her own sexually until much later than a human female would.
“Humans aren’t like us,” I told her. “It’s not surprising that letting a human male touch you didn’t turn you on.”
“Is that what you’re doing now? Turning me on?” She asked, and moaned as I pinched her nipples a little harder.
“Well, didn’t you just tell me that your nipples feel good when I play with them and that your little pussy is getting all hot and wet?” I asked softly.
Delilah nodded and then looked down at herself. She was still on her knees with her thighs spread. The tiny triangle of her panties barely covered anything.
“So…it’s normal for my pussy to get wet?” She asked softly.
“Yes,” I told her. “That’s normal.”
“But I mean really wet? Like this?”
Reaching down between her legs, she pulled her panties to one side and then spread her pussy lips for me, revealing her slippery inner folds.
I nearly groaned at what I saw. I could tell how juicy her little pussy was getting— she was so wet that her honey was running down her inner thighs. And the little pink pearl of her clit seemed to be all swollen with need and begging for attention. I wanted to reach between her legs and stroke it gently—to circle the tender little bud with my fingertips and give her an even deeper pleasure. But somehow I managed to keep my hands on her breasts instead.
“Yes, baby,” I said, my voice dipping down into a growl. “It’s normal to get that wet when you’re turned on.”
“Are you sure?” Delilah persisted. “I mean…maybe you should feel me, just to be sure.”
“What…you want me to feel your pussy?” I asked, frowning.
“Just a little.” She nibbled her lower lip again. “Just to be sure it feels, you know, normal. I don’t want to be weird, Cole.”
“You’re not weird, baby.” My heart went out to her and before I could stop myself, I reached between her legs and cupped her pussy. I didn’t put my fingers in her—but I didn’t have to in order to tell how wet she was. She was still spread open and I could feel the damp heat of her slippery folds against my palm.
“Oh, Cole…” She moaned, grinding her hips and rubbing her wet pussy against my fingers. I could feel the little bump of her clit and couldn’t resist stroking it with my fingertips and making her moan again. “Is that…does that feel normal to you?” She panted “How wet I am?”