Hannah's Hero - Ruby Dixon Page 0,75
gave me before we moved on to some languid, exploratory sex.
Nope. He’s on me, utterly ravenous, his tongue stroking over my sensitized clit with strong, powerful sweeps that seem to lick me right up my spine. I make a choking sound and reach down for him, seeking something to hold onto…and find his horns. Oh god, the man’s got handlebars. I clutch them and try to stay quiet as he goes to town on my pussy.
I’m so incredibly wet from my orgasm, so wet from how aroused I am that it feels as if his tongue’s gliding all over me, as if he’s determined to lick up every drop of my release. Because I just came, though, I’m so sensitive that every drag of his tongue over my folds is almost too much. I squirm each time, trying to get away from that intense sensation and somehow wanting more.
“I have never tasted anything like you, H’nah,” he murmurs, and then swirls his tongue around my clit in a way that gives me goosebumps. “Your cunt is so pink and soft. I knew it would be, but I did not know you would be so wet. Your cunt is full of sweet nectar, and I need all of it, my little flower.”
Oh god, why is that so freaking hot? I squirm even as his tongue ridges drag over my clit again. It’s a direct hit instead of a tease, and it’s too much. My toes curl and I arch against him again, panting. “J’shel, I need you to wait.”
“No.” It’s like he’s offended at the suggestion and doubles down on my clit, licking and sucking as if he wants nothing more than to be there for the rest of his life.
“Please,” I say, and moan, my thighs jerking as he nuzzles my clit again. “J’shel, I need to stop or I’m going to come again.”
“Good,” he growls between licks. “You are my mate, H’nah. I like your stubbornness and your bossiness, but when we are in the furs…I lead.”
Fuck me, but that is the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard. I can’t stand it. I arch against his seeking mouth, following every flick of his tongue as if my life depends on it. He licks my clit so hard, making me jerk in response, and I can feel another orgasm building, this one deeper in my core, as if my entire body is showing up to the party. Everything is tight and clenched and oh god, it feels amazing…and it feels like too much all at the same time.
J’shel murmurs my name and then presses a finger to the entrance of my core even as he licks my clit again. I’m so wet that I can hear his tongue moving over me, hear him push into my core with that big finger, and I don’t even care. The slick sound of my pussy was never so fucking exciting. I can’t even be embarrassed at the sounds my body is making—not when J’shel’s clearly as into it as I am.
He thrusts into me with his finger and I cry out. Did I think everything was building up slowly? I’m wrong—it feels as if I’m on the precipice already. “I’m going to come,” I warn him with a little cry. It’s too soon. “Wait, wait, wait.”
“No waiting,” he says fiercely. “I want you to come, my mate. Give me your nectar.”
As if I can stop. He’s working me harder than I ever imagined, and the dual sensations of his finger and his mouth are too much. I come again, this time a little scream erupting from my throat as my thighs clench hard around his head and everything explodes into another blissful orgasm. Ripple of pleasure after ripple of pleasure wafts through me, and I slowly come down, unclenching each individual muscle even as J’shel continues to lick my pussy as if it belongs to him.
I moan and try to push his face away. If I felt sensitive before, it’s nothing compared to how I feel now. Every drag of his tongue over my clit is far too much, and the ripples are turning into tidal waves. It’s too much, all of it. “J’shel,” I breathe. “J’shel…babe…”
“Everywhere, H’nah,” he tells me fiercely, holding my folds apart so he can give me another long taste. “I want all your dew, all your nectar. And I am going to lick you everywhere, just as I said I would. Once I am finished with your front, I