“Have you ever had a male lick your honey before?”
Her face flares a bright crimson. “Just you. Before.”
Ah, yes. It’s a good memory, and one that fuels my lusty fantasies. Of my hand dipping between Kira’s legs and teasing her until she comes, then licking her sweetness off my fingers even as it frosts. “Then I shall be your first and last,” I tell her, and find a bizarre amount of pleasure in this bold statement. She will never be anyone else’s but mine. Ever.
I nip at her thigh, entreating her to open for me. She makes a nervous sound and her legs tremble. “Open for me, my mate. I want to lick all of you.” To prove it, I drag my tongue down her hip bone, all the way to the curly little tuft of hair. “Part your legs for me.”
I feel Kira tremble again, but she does. Her legs open and I take my hand and push them even further apart, until she’s spread for me. I hook one knee over my shoulder so she can’t close her thighs again. Then I get to admire my mate’s spread cunt. The folds gleam with wetness, making me salivate once more. Her folds are pretty and a deeply flushed pink, like her cheeks. I drag one finger through her wetness and my cock aches when she squirms and makes soft noises of pleasure.
“I’m going to taste you.”
She presses a hand to her forehead and her eyes close. “Oh, God.”
Interesting. She’s not pulling away, though, so I lean in and explore her with my mouth. The first burst of her taste on my tongue is like nothing else – she’s like salt and musk and Kira…and utterly delicious. I growl low in my throat, feral with need. “Sweet.”
Kira’s breath shudders in her throat.
I grip her legs and want more. Pulling them further apart, I lift her off the bed so all of her is open to me, and lick her from her third nipple to the entrance to her cunt. A low moan escapes her, and I lick her fully again. This time I start at the pucker of her bottom and circle it, then drag my tongue all the way up through her folds, to her third nipple.
“Oh my God,” she moans again. “You did not just do that.”
“I can do it again,” I tell her. I will gladly do so. Her taste is sweeter than anything I have ever had. I repeat the action, making sure to swirl my tongue around the entrance of her bottom and then slowly move upward through her folds, coated with delicious honey, and swirl again around the hood of her little nipple.
When I do that, she cries out and her hips jerk.
Aha. I repeat the motion, my tail lashing with my own excitement. I love making her respond to my touch, love that shy, contained Kira moans and cries when I lick her cunt. I could lick her for hours and never get my fill. I tease and nibble at the nipple between her legs, and she presses her hand to her forehead again and cries out.
“More?” I tease, and suck on the tiny bit of flesh.
A cry escapes her throat and I feel her body shudder underneath me, her trembling increasing. Her hips rock against my mouth, and so I continue to suck at the tender spot until she is moaning and boneless with pleasure. “Oh mercy,” she pants. “That was…something else.”
I lick my lips, tasting her on me. “Your cunt tastes sweeter than I ever imagined.”
The blush on her face becomes fierce, and she pants, still pressing that hand to her forehead.
“Is your head hurting you?”
“What? Oh, no,” she says quickly, and her hand flops down on the bed. A small giggle escapes her. “I guess I was just…trying to hold my brains in before they all fell out.” And she chuckles.
Strange words, but I chuckle too. I like making her smile. I press another kiss on the small thatch of hair and then lick her again. Kira shudders, her skin prickling with small bumps at the caress. I press a finger to the entrance of her cunt to see if she is wet enough to take me, and it comes away soaked.
My mate is more than ready. The fierce need to claim her burns through me, and I move over her, my bigger body pressing her into the strange bed. Her arms wrap around me and she welcomes my kiss, and another little gasp of excited pleasure escapes her when I grab a fistful of her hair and arch her neck back so I can lick it again. I bite gently at the cords of her throat and slide my hips between her spread legs, my cock resting against the cradle of her hips.
And I grind it against her so she can feel it.
Kira’s small gasp as I rock against her is incredibly pleasing. Her thighs spread a little wider, and I pull one around my hips. Instead of plunging into her, though, I kiss her again, my tongue dancing along her mouth, sipping at the small moans that erupt in a steady stream. The look in her eyes is dazed with need. I rock my cock through her folds again, dragging up and down, wetting my length with her honey. She moans louder, and her fingers dig into my skin.