drew back from Tabitha. He was nearly trembling as he ran his gaze down to where he was caressing her. His finger glistened with her arousal. Zevris met Tabitha’s gaze as he raised that finger to his lips, and he did not look away as he took it into his mouth, sucking her sweetness onto his tongue.
“You are so fucking delicious,” he growled.
Her eyes flared.
Zevris dropped to his knees. He would worship her as the goddess she was. Drawing her legs over his shoulders, he grasped her ass in both hands, tugged her toward him, and covered her sex with his mouth.
“Zevris,” Tabitha gasped, looking down at him with half-lidded eyes.
Desperate, hungry, burning from within, he swept his tongue over her and drew in her nectar. He groaned as her taste struck him fully, overloading his senses. His cock pulsed wildly, longing for freedom, for relief, for Tabitha’s slick heat.
He flicked his tongue up to her clit. She jolted, one of her hands coming up to grasp his hair. Even the sting on his scalp did nothing to alleviate his need. His tongue danced around her little bud, teasing it, coaxing out more of her essence. He listened to her soft mews, her breathy moans, her little gasps, loving them all the more because he knew they were only the build-up to something deliciously thunderous and wholly erotic.
“Zevris…I… Mmph.” Tabitha’s head fell back, her hair a curtain of gold draped over his workbench.
“Let me hear you, Nykasha. Let me hear you scream.” Zevris speared her opening with his tongue, rubbing his nose against her clit.
She moaned through closed lips, and he felt her straining, felt her holding back. He would not tolerate it.
He slid his tongue up along her slickened flesh and poised a finger at her entrance. “Everything, Tabitha,” he snarled. “Give it all to me.”
“Please,” she whimpered, trembling.
Zevris thrust his finger into her sex and closed his lips over her clit, sucking it into his mouth and lashing it with his tongue.
She cried out, her grip on his hair tightening as she drew him closer and gyrated against him. Her channel clamped down on his finger, so fucking tight, so fucking needy, so fucking perfect that seed seeped from his cock. He stroked her, thrusting his finger deeper as he worked her clit.
Tabitha tensed for an instant, her toes pressing into his back. Then she shattered, his name tearing from her lips in a ragged scream as she bowed over him, her body quivering. He gripped her ass tighter, holding her against his mouth, unrelenting in his assault, unwilling to let her escape. More of that delicious essence flooded her.
Zevris withdrew his finger from her sex, replacing it with his tongue, and gently eased her down from the heights to which he’d brought her as he lapped up her sweetness.
Her soft moans turned into pants as she caught her breath.
He waited until she’d loosened her hold on his hair and sat up before he pressed a kiss to her clit and drew back to look at her.
Sitting there on his workbench table, bare from the waist down with her skin flushed, her golden hair flowing around her, and her green eyes bright but half-lidded, Tabitha was the sexiest, loveliest thing he’d ever seen. This was a view of which he’d never tire and would forever cherish.
Zevris lowered her legs from his shoulders one-by-one, braced his hands on the edge of the workbench, and stood. He grimaced. The ache in his groin was bone deep. He’d gone weeks, sometimes months, without relieving his urges in the past, but now, after having met Tabitha, he felt like he couldn’t go ten minutes without being nearly overwhelmed by need.
He released a slow, measured breath and placed a hand upon her thigh. He idly stroked her soft flesh with the pads of his fingers, trying to ignore that the feel of her made his desire flare just a little more, that it made his cock just a little harder. “I could drink from you all day, Nykasha, and be left greedy for more.”
Her eyes flicked between his searchingly. Placing her hands on his chest, she smoothed her palms up to his shoulders. “Help me down?”
A low growl rumbled in his chest. For a moment, he was tempted to drop to his knees again, to return his face to her pussy, to hear her cries of pleasure. But, somehow, he managed to move his hands to her hips, lift her off the table,