“All mates are bare. You’ll see why. You’re going to be so sensitive for me.” I touched her again.
“Von.”
I needed more of her flavor on my tongue. That sample hadn’t been enough. I had to taste her.
I gave her no more time to prepare, no warning, simply lowered my mouth to her cream and licked, hard, through the plump folds.
Lexi whimpered, but held her legs open when I released them to move my hands to her pussy.
Another lick and her hands were in my hair, tugging. “Von.”
Yes. That’s what I wanted to hear.
“You may say my name, mate. But nothing else. If you say anything else, I will stop. Do you understand, Lexi? My name. I want to hear my name.”
“Please.”
I nipped the inside of her thigh. “My name, Lexi. Only my name.”
“Von.” Her hips shifted beneath me as she attempted to force my return to her core. “Von.”
The first was a demand. The second a plea. My cock throbbed, eager to feel her hot, wet mouth, those firm innocent lips. I wanted to feel her swallow me deep into her throat. I wanted her to take all of me, lave me with her tongue and lips and drink every drop of my cum.
But first, I needed her so desperate, so needy, that her eyes would glaze over and her mind would shut off. I needed her ready to accept pleasure. Hers. Mine. Ours.
Slowly, I worked just one finger inside her as I licked and sucked her sensitive nub. Careful not to break the virginal barrier I felt, the proof of her innocence that made me snarl and redouble my efforts to make her scream.
Her orgasm would be mine. Her pussy was mine. Her clit was mine. Every inch of her creamy flesh was mine.
Mine.
I pushed one finger into her body, curved it slightly to seek the special place inside her that would drive her wild. With my mouth, I worked her clit, licking, sucking, humming, as she squirmed and bucked beneath me. My free hand, I lifted to cup a full breast, to squeeze and tug on her nipple as I worked her with my mouth.
Her whimpers escalated to moans, then…
“Please.”
I stopped moving and she whimpered. “God. No. Von. Please.” She tugged on my hair, her hands in fists. “Von. Von. Von.”
I used my mouth to reward her each time she spoke my name, and soon, her pussy clamped down on my finger in a spasm that had her arching her back with a long, keening cry.
Showing no mercy, I controlled her release with finger and tongue, rode her orgasm, drawing it out.
When it was over, I gave her no rest, working her again until she was whimpering, thrashing about, desperate for more. On the edge.
With deliberate slowness, I stood, then pulled my finger inch by slow inch from her pussy as she focused on my face.
Her eyes dark and expressive, she stared up at me with complete trust, absolute surrender, and I knew it was time to take what was mine.
“Do you want another orgasm, mate?” I wiped my slick lips with the back of my hand. The scent of her was on my mouth, my finger. “Do you want me to work you with my lips and tongue again until your wet pussy clamps down on me like a fist, squeezing me? Do you want me to make you scream?”
She licked her lips. Nodded. “I love your dirty talk.”
“I want something, too. Do you know remember what it is?”
“My virgin mouth?” She sat up, her knees still parted, her pussy still exposed and reached for the buckle of my pants. I didn’t stop her. In moments, she pulled my hard cock free, wrapped her hands around it, rubbed the pre-cum from the tip and lifted the drop of liquid to her hot little mouth. I nearly came as she licked her finger clean, sucked it into her mouth and squeezed the head of my cock with her other hand.
I wanted just to tilt my hips, slide my cock into her virgin pussy right now. It was right there. But no. It wasn’t the time for that. It was time to take that mouth.
Her gaze lifted from my cock to my face, but I did not issue commands. This she had to choose on her own. I wanted those lips to wrap around me more than I wanted my next breath, but I would not force her, or rush her.
As her mate, it was my job to seduce her, to make her an eager and willing participant in our sex games. She was mine to protect, to teach, to claim. I would show her nothing but pleasure.
She stared up at me for long seconds, the tension in my balls building as she took the hand from her mouth and moved it to the base of me, cupping my balls, rolling them with her hand. Exploring my body. I was hers to study, in depth, for as long as she wanted. Nothing was capable of moving me from this spot. From her.
“I’ve never—” Her gaze dropped to the head of my cock. “I’ve watched stuff, but I—I don’t know what I’m doing.”
“Lexi.” Her name was more moan than word as I buried my hand in the thick masses of her hair. “There is no right or wrong. Take me into your mouth. Use your other hand, wrap it around my cock to control how deep I go. Do whatever you want. Just don’t bite.”