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)
"No, I am selfish and greedy and do not listen. But I am getting better." I lean down and kiss her soft, worried mouth. "We both are. But until it is perfect, we do not have to do anything." I tug at her lower lip with my fangs, because I know she likes that. "We can simply kiss, and touch, and enjoy."
"Okay." Her voice is shaky, but growing in confidence. She reaches up and strokes my beard again. "I do like kissing."
I grin at her. "And I want nothing more than to kiss you, everywhere." I run my knuckles along the soft swells of her teats that push out of the strange binding she wears. I do have to admit that they look enticing like this, all puffed up and eager. I rub her skin, and when she lets out a little sigh, I pull the knot apart.
Her teats spill forth, bouncing against her skin, and the dusky tips immediately pucker and harden under my gaze. "I like your leathers, but I think I like you better without them."
She arches on the furs, reaching for me, her teats rising as if demanding to be petted. She does not need to ask twice. I stroke her soft skin, brushing my fingertips over the nipples that I now know are incredibly sensitive. I tease them until they are tiny points, and when she pants my name, I lean over and take one in my mouth.
The cry Br'chit lets out is the most beautiful thing I have ever heard.
With a fierce growl, I nuzzle at her softness, using my lips and the gentle scraping of my teeth to make her wild with need. With every action I take with my mouth, I use my hand to give her other teat the same attention. My mate wriggles and writhes under me, unable to stay still, and her breath is full of soft whimpers that entice me to do more.
"A'tam, your mouth feels so good," she tells me, her voice soft and full of wonder. It is as if she never quite believes it when she gets pleasure in my arms, and I hate that she even doubts. From now on, I will not get relief until Br'chit does. There are many things I must do to ensure my mate's happiness, but I will do them all gladly if it gets a response like this.
I nibble at one tip and then soothe it with a lick. "Do you need the secrets stick this night?" I ask her. "Should I get it? Or will you tell me what you like without it?"
Her eyes flutter open and she meets my gaze. "We don't need it…I'll speak."
"And I will listen," I promise her, because I know we are both responsible. My mate gives me a little smile of understanding, and I love the sight of it. I lean forward and kiss her, loving the feel of her mouth under mine, the way she gently yields to me. My khui sings urgently, full of hunger and demanding for me to claim my mate. Soon, I tell it.
Br'chit comes first.
Her khui is singing loudly, too, and when I slide a hand to her teat and cup it, I can feel the song vibrating through her body. She moans, her hands going to my mane, and she clings to me as we kiss again. "More," she breathes. "I need more."
I kiss her again. "Then come and sit on my face."
Her cheeks flush, but the look on her face is both excitement and uncertainty. "Are you sure?"
"I am sure I have wanted nothing more in my entire life." I take her hand and ease her up, until she is sitting upright. I press small kisses to her bare skin, sliding the loose harness off her shoulders. "I am sure that I want your taste. I am sure that I want to breathe in your scent and revel in it. I am sure that when I die, I wish to go out as an utterly content hunter, with one hand on my spear and my mouth on your cunt. So yes, I am sure."
She gives a little chuckle. "On your spear, huh?"
"Mmm." I grin at her. "Will you let me kiss you everywhere? Lick you everywhere? Give you all the pleasure I should have been giving you all this time?"
Br'chit shudders, her skin prickling and her teats growing tighter. I reach out and tease one little bud as she considers my offer, pressing kisses to her shoulder as I do.
"I can't think when you're touching me," she says, utterly breathless.
"That is the point. You think too much, and I think too little. Tonight, let us reverse it. You do not think at all, and I will take care of everything."
She shivers in my grasp, her fingers trailing down my chest. "All right. I just…I don't know if I'll come that way—"