Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 52529 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 263(@200wpm)___ 210(@250wpm)___ 175(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 52529 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 263(@200wpm)___ 210(@250wpm)___ 175(@300wpm)
"Just sweet enough," I amend playfully.
"Shall I show you how sweet?" There's a hungry look in his gaze that promises so, so much, and I shiver with anticipation. When I nod, the look on his face turns possessive as he leans back and studies my naked body under him. He's still dressed, wearing that intimidating-looking tunic that somehow manages to show off all his scars and metal through a variety of crisscrossed straps and patches of fabric. "Do you still want my tongue, Tessa?"
Oh man, I hope that means what I think it means. I wriggle in anticipation on the bed. "Yes, please?"
His eyes narrow, as if he's not entirely sure he believes me.
"On my pussy?" I ask hopefully. "Because I would love that. You licking me would be so fucking sexy." And I boldly reach up and caress the metal side of his head again.
Zakoar groans, burying his face against my stomach, and at some point, I'm going to remind him that I have breasts that are sensitive and like to be played with, too, but I don't want to distract him from any pussy-eating I might be getting. He licks a line down my belly and pauses when he reaches my thighs. "Are you certain—"
I plant a hand atop his head and give him an encouraging push. "What, you think you're too ugly to lick my pussy? Don't you know how fucking sexy I find you? Taste me and find out."
"You're very bold," he says between kisses, then hovers his mouth between my spread thighs.
"Just with you. I feel safe with you."
He makes a sound of pleasure, and then buries his face between my thighs. I suck in a breath as he immediately goes for my clit. whimpering when he gives it a few eager licks that feel like entirely too much and somehow not enough. "Look how wet you are," he rasps, then drags his tongue over my folds. "You're soaking. Were you thinking about me today?"
"All day," I admit. "I meant it when I said I missed you. I didn't like being here by myself. I wanted to be with you." I let my fingers dance over his skull, lightly caressing the metal before moving to the shaved part of his head. There's the barest hint of stubble that grazes my skin, and I rub it as he dips his head and licks me again. Oh god, those tongue ridges are something else.
"Where should I lick you?" he asks between strokes of his tongue. "What feels good?"
"All of it. All of it feels amazing." I arch slightly on the bed, sinking into the sensation of his mouth on my skin, of his tongue sliding over my sensitive folds. "God, your mouth…"
He dips his tongue into my slick core, murmuring something about how good I taste. He rubs his face against my skin, and I love the sight of him between my thighs, utterly blissed out as if going down on me is the greatest pleasure he's ever had. Behind him, his tail thrashes back and forth, a sign that he's just as hungry for me as I am for him.
I put both of my hands on his big skull, holding onto him as he works his tongue over my pussy. Zakoar nuzzles at my clit, and then he pushes back the hood and sucks on it—and I nearly come out of my skin. Hot pleasure rushes through me and I squirm hard, which only makes him pin me into place so he can do that again.
"Zakoar," I cry out as he sucks on my clit over and over again. Pleasure builds up inside me, like a volcano about to explode, and I shift on the bed. I'm not sure if I'm trying to slide out from under the intensity of his mouth or push harder against it. Doesn't matter—he holds me in place firmly, his mouth latched onto me as if eating me out gives him life. "I'm going to come," I whimper, and that only makes him more enthusiastic, his movements bolder and hungrier. With a little keen, I push against his face, grinding against his mouth as my climax overtakes me, and every muscle in my body strains and clenches as I come. Zakoar just keeps licking and sucking at my clit, watching me as he drags out my orgasm with flick after flick of his tongue, until I'm so sensitized I can't stand it. I push his face away, panting, and roll onto my side, utterly spent.
One big hand rubs my ass, and the bed dips as Zakoar shifts his weight. "On your hands and knees for me, pretty one. I need you."
I moan, still throbbing with my release, but I want to please him. I love that he's just as hungry for me as I am for him. But this time, I don't want to come facing the wall. I want to see him when he comes inside me. I want to hold him against me and watch him lose control. So I roll onto my back again and take his hand, sliding it onto my breast. I hook one leg encouragingly around his thigh. "Can we mate face to face?"