Total pages in book: 159
Estimated words: 144433 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 722(@200wpm)___ 578(@250wpm)___ 481(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 144433 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 722(@200wpm)___ 578(@250wpm)___ 481(@300wpm)
Surely there's no harm in waiting just a bit longer.
Maeve is almost as quiet as I am as we walk, and we reach her house in silence. I worry she has learned the truth and is waiting for me to bring it up. I eye her as we walk inside, trying to judge her mood. Her expression is thoughtful, difficult to read. "Should I go check the weeding programs on your bots?"
She waves a hand absently. "No, I was just saying that so we had a good excuse to leave town early."
That...does not sound like Maeve. "Are you feeling well?"
"Just distracted." Her gaze goes from my eyes to my mouth. "Thinking about...stuff."
How very interesting. I suspect she's thinking about kissing but I want her to say it aloud. "What sort of stuff?"
Again, her gaze goes to my mouth. She licks her lips—a strangely erotic sight—and my body starts to respond. "You were just quick to kiss me in town. That's all."
"Did I do wrong? I tried to mimic the public kiss you gave me."
"No, you were fine. Very affectionate. It felt natural. Which made me think about last night..."
I narrow my eyes. Is this the part where she decides that we should no longer pleasure each other? Is she trying to tell me that it was a mistake? I need to stop this before she says something we will both regret. "Before you go on—"
"—I think we should have sex again," she rushes out, and then her face turns bright red. Flustered, she rakes a hand through her hair. "I mean, only if you want to."
She is propositioning me? "I would be delighted. Name the time and place."
"Here? Now?" Maeve wrings her hands, her expression anxious. "I'm not trying to seem greedy, it's just that...you know when you have a craving for a food? Like, say, tacos? And someone hands you a taco and it's the best fucking taco you've ever eaten? You want to have tacos again the next night to make sure it really was that good. In fact, you probably want to gorge yourself on tacos for the next while until you're sick of them. That's kinda where I'm at. I think."
"So you wish to sate yourself upon my body until you become physically ill."
"When you put it that way it sounds a little weird."
"Not at all." I'm rather flattered, actually. To think that Maeve enjoyed our coupling so greatly that she cannot think of anything but that. "I told you I would give you as much dick as a woman requires."
"Yeah that totally doesn't sound weird at all," she mutters. She wrings her hands again, her expression fretful. "Part of me wants to do kissing, too, but if you're a shitty kisser I worry it'll take the bloom off the rose. So maybe we skip that part and just go straight to the dick. So to speak."
Well, now my pride has been offended. I straighten, both flattered and indignant. "I am not a shitty kisser."
"You don't know that. Your mouth is pretty different from mine." She gestures to her own face, indicating my muzzle. "It could fuck things up. And your tongue is rough."
"Yours isn't?" I'm realizing I haven't felt her tongue at all.
"No! Mine is smooth."
"Show me." I keep my expression neutral.
She moves forward and stands right in front of me. Maeve opens her mouth and tilts her head back. Before she can do anything else, I capture her chin with my hand and lower my mouth to hers. She said kissing in private was very different, and it clearly involves tongues based on our conversation, so I'm going to take a chance and try it out. I tease my tongue against hers, slipping between her parted lips easily.
Maeve's breath hitches and then she clings to my arms, holding on to me as I tongue her.
Just as she said, her tongue is sweet and smooth and flicks against mine every time I stroke it into her mouth. She moans against my lips, and something tells me that she has no complaint about my mouth after all, not with the way she's leaning into me.
And kissing is...good. Shockingly intimate, what with the tongues playing against each other. But I like the taste of her. I like the feel of her mouth on mine, the slick wet heat of her that envelops my tongue. It reminds me of tonguing other parts of bodies, and I decide we should do that, next.
I slide my hands to her hips and haul her up against me. Maeve's legs immediately go around my waist and her arms around my neck.
"Tell me to stop and I'll stop," I say between licks into her soft mouth.
"Don't stop."
"Tell me to lick your cunt." I figure it can't hurt to ask.
She whimpers. "Lick it all you want."