as I stroke my thumb up and down her folds. She is wet and dewy further down, and when I dip my thumb deeper into her core, I find her slick and hot. Her cunt sucks at me, as if trying to drag me deeper, and Devi rocks against my mouth, her hands fisted in my mane, a low moan rising in her throat.
“Please,” she whispers as I push my thumb deep into her honey. “Please, N’dek. Oh god, I’m so close.”
“Tell me what will make you come,” I rasp, my need growing difficult to ignore. Her scent is in my nose, her taste on my tongue, her thighs clenching against my shoulder. My cock feels as if it is made of stone, hard and unyielding, and I know the slightest friction will make me spill my seed everywhere. I must not, though. I must wait and show her how I touch myself, because her curious eyes will want to watch.
But first, her pleasure.
Devi moans again, the sound wordless and full of need. She reaches down between her thighs and I push her hand away. “I want to be the one that touches you,” I tell her. “Tell me what to do.”
“Two fingers,” she pants, then tries to show me. She pushes my mouth aside again and slips two fingers between her folds. She glides one on either side of her clit, rubbing against it but not directly on it.
I see. I do not interrupt, because I like the way she touches herself, so full of need. But I cannot watch idly, either. As she rubs, I lean in and tease the nub of her clit with my tongue.
She cries out, arching against me as she rubs even harder. “Oh. Just like that!”
I flick my tongue against her clit faster, trying to match the speed of her touches. Devi makes little, high-pitched grunts as she works her clit, and then lets out a deep, shuddering breath as her entire body quakes and her cunt floods with nectar.
Her fingers immediately go still, but I am not done with her. I clasp her hips and move my tongue over her folds, licking and tasting as she shudders against me. I lick her over and over until she gently pushes my face away, whimpering, and then I lower her hips slowly to the furs once more, pressing kisses along her thigh.
“I liked that,” I growl. I feel very possessive of her in this moment. Her mane is a dark cloud tousled around her face, and her eyes are soft with pleasure. She is so lovely she makes me ache. “I want to wake you up like that every morning.”
“Every…morning?” Her thighs quiver and she tries to draw them together.
“Every morning,” I agree. “You will be my shrimp tea.”
She bursts into surprised laughter, her hands flying to her mouth as she giggles. “Oh my god, that is so weird of you to say. Please, please don’t call me your shrimp tea in front of others. I’ll never hear the end of fish jokes.”
“Fish jokes?” I frown. “Why fish jokes?”
She gestures at her cunt, her cheeks flushed.
Realization dawns. I snort, rolling onto my side to give her space to stretch her limbs. “That is a poor joke. You taste much sweeter than that. And I do not want to lick a fish until the sun rises. You, however…”
Devi bites her lip, smiling at me.
So beautiful. Mine.
I prop up on one arm, and with one hand, I undo the belt that holds my loincloth in place.
Her gaze immediately drops to my cock. Her lips part, and she stares at me with wonder. “You’re so big. Every time I see you, so big.”
I feel myself growing harder at her intense gaze. I reach down and stroke my length, my thumb flicking at the underside of my spur as I push into my hand.
She gasps, her breath catching in her throat. “Oh. Do that again.”
I do, stroking myself the way I always do, starting slow at the base, dragging my thumb against my spur, and then pausing to squeeze at the crown of my cock. Later on, I’ll be working my cock so fast it is a rough tug, but I always start slow, savoring the sensation. It feels good, but it feels better knowing that her curious eyes are on me and that she watches with fascination. That she likes seeing me stroke myself. That she watches how hard I am, how the head of my cock