Total pages in book: 118
Estimated words: 106646 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 533(@200wpm)___ 427(@250wpm)___ 355(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 106646 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 533(@200wpm)___ 427(@250wpm)___ 355(@300wpm)
I am a dozen times a fool, but I will make it up to her.
My mate's hand goes to the top of my head and she sighs when I flick my tongue over her. I push a second finger into her warmth, and she shifts her hips, as if adjusting her body to my invasion. "Is this too much?" I ask. "Do I need to go slower?"
"No, it's okay," Br'chit says in a soft voice. Her hand trails through my mane, brushing it back from my brow. "Feels good."
My body is full of urgency, need hammering away at me. I drag my tongue through her folds and look up at her. "What do you like? Down here?"
To my surprise, her flushed cheeks darken and she looks uncomfortable.
"Is this a bad question?" Perhaps I should get the secrets stick out and remind her that we are sharing all. "I want to know how to please you. It is important to me."
"It's okay. I'm just…flustered." She bites her lip.
I sit up on my elbows. "Br'chit. I have buried my nose in your cunt. You sat on my face. I am wearing your juices in my beard. I have licked every hole you have. Nothing you say will be strange. I just wish to learn what excites you."
Her hands cover her face and her shoulders shake. For a moment, I think I've made her weep. But then laughter bubbles out of her. "You're right. I'm being silly." She takes a deep breath and smiles at me. "I just panic. I'm not used to asking for things."
"Ask me," I tell her, and nip at her belly. "I like being asked. Demand from me. Insist that I pleasure you."
She chuckles again, her eyes bright. "Okay." Br'chit thinks for a moment, and then a shy smile curves her mouth. "I like your tongue on my clit."
"Good." I circle it with just the tip, and she wriggles in response.
"Could you…" Her voice becomes breathless. "Could you…suck on it?"
Of course I can. Immediately I lower my head and use one hand to spread her cunt open wide for my mouth. I clasp my lips over the bud of her clit and suck, hard.
Her low moan grows louder the longer I suck on it, and she begins to work her hips against me. "Fingers," she pants. "I want your fingers again."
I do not lift my mouth. I continue to suck, even as I move my hand back to her entrance and push two fingers deep inside her. A fresh flood of arousal greets me and as I thrust into her cunt, her body makes wet noises that send hunger ravaging through me. I think about pottery all over again as my hips grind against the furs and she calls out demands for me to suck harder and to add another finger. For me to use my fingers harder and faster.
She comes a second time, this one much quicker than the last, and pushes my head away. "Oh my god," Br'chit pants. "A'tam, that was amazing."
I pump my fingers into her slowly. Her cunt takes my fingers far more easily now, and I wonder if it is enough. I ache with the need to be inside her, but I cannot rush things. "Pottery," I mutter to myself as I stroke my fingers wetly into her cunt. "Pottery pits. Fire pits. Pottery shards. Mud everywhere."
Br'chit reaches up and caresses my face, her fingers trailing over my mouth. "Are you…should we do you now?"
I turn my head, pressing a kiss to her palm. "Are you ready for me to be inside you?"
She stiffens. "Oh. I thought maybe we could, you know…" She pauses. "Take the edge off." Her posture tenses, and I can feel her body tightening around my fingers. All the ease in her vanishes.
I slide my fingers free from her body, resisting the urge to taste them. If I do, it might be the end of my control. "We do not have to do this tonight. We can wait."
"You've already waited a week," she reminds me softly. "And we're both hurting. We should just get it over with. I just offered to pleasure you to take the edge off."
Get it over with. My pride stings a bit at that. I know if I take her up on her offer, we will put it off another night, and then another. "If you want me to come," I say, kissing her palm again. "It must be inside you. Otherwise I will wait until you are ready."
"Oh." Br'chit tugs on my arm, and I settle onto my side next to her. She rolls on her side so we face each other, and her hand trails over my chest in light, exploring touches. "I'm being a chicken again, aren't I? I just think about how big it looks—"