I’ve ever heard. “It’s just because the collar in your tunic is big—”
“Shhh. Let me have my fantasy.” He takes my nipple into his mouth even as his thumb strokes over the other, and hot need surges through me. I moan, squirming against his mouth, and my fingers tighten in his mane. I love the feel of his lips nuzzling at my sensitive spots, making me ache. I want him to stay there forever—even as I want him to move lower.
He teases my breasts, murmuring sweet words to me for so long that I’m writhing under him by the time he switches. There’s something about his tongue—or maybe it’s just Nassakth in general—but I’ve never been so aroused by breast play. I’m achy and needy and whimpering, and when my hips buck up against him, he groans and begins to kiss downward, his movements becoming as frantic as mine.
“Is your stomach sensitive?” he purrs, the words rumbling through his chest. “Or shall I continue downward toward your pretty cunt and lick it instead?”
“What…what about you?”
“I came while tonguing your breasts, Kim.” He licks down toward my navel. “I will come again with my mouth buried between your thighs, and as many times as I need to until you are sated.”
My breath shudders. “Are you…hurting? Do I need to help you again? I can use my hands—”
“Belly?” he demands, kissing my skin. “Or cunt?”
“Not the belly,” I admit, feeling shy even as I wiggle under him. The thought of his tongue on my pussy is making me wildly aroused, and I’m panting as he moves lower.
“Where do you want my tongue, Kim?” He pushes my thighs apart, one big hand skimming along the inside of my leg. “Is there a spot in particular? Or is all of it sensitive?” The look he gives me is heated. “Guide me, my mate. Show me.”
My pussy clenches at the expression on his face. His pupils are so big and dark with hunger, his gaze possessive. He wants me to show him?
I suck in a breath and slide my hand to my pussy. I push my folds apart with one hand and then slip the other between my legs, showing him. I circle my clit as he lowers his head, watching me touch myself from inches away. “This is my clit,” I whisper. “It’s very sensitive.” I move my fingers lower and press one deep inside me. “This feels good, too.”
He growls and then pushes my hands aside, away from my body. “It is mine now.”
That should not be NEARLY as sexy as it is, but his words leave me utterly breathless.
45
KIM
Nassakth wastes absolutely no time. He goes right for my clit, replacing the hand I had there just moments ago. His tongue feels strange for a moment—the texture and flat, thinner nature of it odd against my flesh—but then the pleasure sets in and I moan, settling back to let him do as he wants.
It’s been a long time since I’ve had oral. Longer still since I’ve climaxed from it—but I can tell right away that a climax won’t be a problem with Nassakth. He’s utterly eager, his tongue greedy as he licks me with noisy enthusiasm. My mate is not quiet as he works me with his tongue. He groans and smacks his lips so much that I worry I’m perhaps TOO wet, but the noises he makes are pleased ones, so I relax and let him do as he will. It takes me a moment to settle in and relax, to let my body’s tension slide away so I can enjoy the feel of his mouth on my skin. Oral in the past has been pretty great—perhaps not fireworks-great like I’ve heard it is for other people, but everybody is different. My fingers lazily move through his wet mane as he licks me with gusto, and I smile with how much enthusiasm Nassakth has for this. It’s sweet. It’s—
His mouth closes around my clit and then he sucks.
I nearly jump off the bed, a loud “guh” sound escaping my throat.
I’ve never had THAT done to me before, and it changes everything. Nassakth purrs, his arms locking tighter around my hips and holding me against his mouth as he continues to suck. I squirm in his grasp, feeling open and exposed and oh-god-sensitive. “Oh. Okay. Okay.” I pant each word, startled. Here I thought nothing could surprise me. “Okay. Oh wow. Okay.” My entire body trembles.
“Mine,” he growls, mouth lifting. He looks up