Barbarian's Prize(62)

“Take my horns.”

I do.

“Hold on, my mate,” he murmurs in a husky voice, and that’s the only warning I get before his hands go to my thighs and then he’s lifting me straight up onto his face.

I gasp, because he’s stronger than any human guy I know, and wow, there’s no time to adjust before my pussy is right over his damn mouth. I cling to his horns. My knees make it to the floor and then I’m braced on them and his horns, and it’s a bit like riding a horse, except…his mouth is the saddle.

Salukh groans and I tense.

“The scent of you is overwhelming like this,” he says thickly.

“Is…is that good?” Shit, I hope it’s good.

“It is…beyond words.” And then he nuzzles at my folds, his tongue dragging over my sensitive flesh.

Oh, sweet baby Jesus, that felt incredible. I shudder, because I just felt every single ridge on his tongue go over my pussy. I’m getting wetter by the minute, and it doesn’t matter how open and vulnerable this position is, because I want that to happen again.

Like, yesterday.

I get my wish. He pushes my folds apart with his seeking lips, and then his tongue drags all the way down my pussy, from core to clit. “Tastes so good,” he breathes, and I have to cling to his horns as he starts to lick me slowly up and down, over and over. A soft whimper escapes my throat, because this is the most delicious kind of torture. His hands caress my booty as he licks me, exploring my folds with his tongue. And did I think his tongue felt good in my mouth? It’s nothing compared to how it feels on my pussy.

“I think I shall demand to taste your sweet cunt daily, my mate,” he tells me between licks. “I shall wake you every morning with my face between your thighs and my tongue deep inside you.”

I shudder against him, crying out because he punctuates that thought by dragging his tongue against my core, and then dipping the tip of it inside me.

“So good,” he murmurs. “All the other hunters shall be jealous of the noises my mate makes as I pleasure her. They will wonder why I am so silent, and do you know why it will be so?”

Oh God, oh God. “W-why?” My hands clench his horns tight, and I’m doing my best not to jerk my hips or move in any way, because I want him to keep doing those magic things with his mouth.

“It is because my mouth will be full of you. My tongue will be inside your cunt, fucking you, and my hands will be full of your thighs and your sweet bottom. And I will not stop until I have tasted every drop of your sweet cream.”

Then he pushes his tongue deep inside me again and I moan, my body shuddering. It feels incredible. I’m so close to coming, to grinding my pussy down on his face, but I need more. “My clit,” I pant. “Please.”

“You are so wet,” he says, and I can feel the words against my folds. I hold onto his horns tight as he nuzzles his way up my folds and finds my clit, then begins to tease it with his tongue. “I love your taste.”

I love his mouth there, so that makes both of us very happy. My fingers curl tight around his horns – and really, they’re in the perfect spot for me to hold onto, and my hips move, just a little, as he sucks on my clit. “Oh, right there,” I breathe. That’s the ticket.

He does it again and another whimper escapes my throat. He continues to work my clit, his fingers digging into my bottom, holding me against him. I can’t help but move with him, until I’m grinding down against his tongue, forcing those ridges to drag hard against my flesh. I’m so close to coming—

And then I’m there, and stars explode behind my eyes. I cry out, and I feel my pussy clench in response, feel him lapping up the new wetness that coats my folds, and he’s murmuring something that I’m too dazed and lust-drugged to understand. I collapse forward then roll off of him onto the floor, utterly spent.

Lord have mercy, but that was incredible.

He’s there a moment later, moving to my side and pulling me against him. I moan as his big warm body moves against mine, because even though I just came, everything feels ultra-sensitive. My pulse is pounding hard in my veins and I’m at the in-between stage of feeling loose and good and wanting more. It seems I’m always, always wanting more of this man.

His mouth moves to my shoulder and he begins to kiss it softly. He begins to kiss every inch of skin he can reach, going to my neck, down to my breasts, and then kissing my stomach. I feel caressed and loved, and utterly beautiful in his arms.

I gently tug on him, pulling his body over mine. When he moves over me, I hook one leg around his hip, spreading my legs underneath him. He pushes his body down against mine until our hips are joined, and his cock rests against my pussy. The weight of him over me is enormous, but he’s bracing himself with one muscled arm and I love the feel of his body over mine. It makes me feel tiny and fragile, and utterly possessed by him.