Total pages in book: 33
Estimated words: 31116 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 156(@200wpm)___ 124(@250wpm)___ 104(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 31116 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 156(@200wpm)___ 124(@250wpm)___ 104(@300wpm)
I have heard Lucy joke about that with Rektar in the past, and now I cannot get the thought out of my head. I want Naomi to do that with me. I want her to steer me toward her pleasure.
Naomi makes another wordless sound but doesn’t reach for my horns. Not yet, then. Strange how she can be so bold when it comes to demanding that I impregnate her yet the moment this becomes about her pleasure she grows shy. Her pleasure is just as important as mine, if not more so, because if she is not aroused, my desire will wither quickly.
So I take her hand in mine and plop it onto my horn. “Show me what you like. Steer me if you must. I cannot read your mind though I would dearly love to.”
She makes another one of those shy sounds. The hand stays on my horns, but the other flutters toward her belly, and then lower. One finger slips between her folds, revealing a button of flesh. “This…is sensitive.”
Ah, it makes sense now. How she’d whimpered when my spur pushed against that particular spot. I had not realized until just now how perfectly our bodies work together. I lean in and lick the small bit of flesh, and she whimpers like she did last night. “What is it called? A female spur?”
“No, a clit. Clitoris.”
“And it is the most sensitive spot in your body?” I lick it again, eliciting another sound from her.
“N-not quite. Easiest…one to reach,” she pants.
“May I see the others?” I lift a finger, slicking it through her folds. She’s wet—so wet—that it makes me ache. I drag my finger up and down, teasing her cunt, and when I reach her clit, I rub it. She shifts her weight so I touch the side and not the bit of flesh directly, which I make note of.
“Other is inside me,” Naomi manages. “Below…clit. Inside.”
I study her body and then send an exploring finger deep inside her. Concentrating, I study her clit and its placement on her body, and try to find a similar spot inside her. Sure enough, the moment my fingertip brushes against a rough patch on her inside wall, her legs twitch and she whimpers again. “Found it.”
Perhaps I should not be so smug with pride, but I like the thought that I am uncovering all of her spots, all of her secrets. I want to know just how to make Naomi feel good. I lick her clit again, teasing it with the tip of my tongue, and she arches against my hand, panting. “Oh god, Ainar.”
I like the way she says my name. I lick again, tickling my finger against the inside of her body. I am tempted to push my tongue inside her, to see if I can lick deep enough to touch her inside-clit, but I do not think I can. So I concentrate on the outside one instead, lapping and teasing with my tongue while rubbing that spot inside her. Naomi makes small whining sounds in her throat, and her other hand goes to my horns. She pushes her hips up against my face as I work her, and I love that she is using me. My mouth is wet with her delicious taste, my face in her cunt, and I do not think I have ever been so keffing happy.
“Suck,” she pants. “Suck on my clit. Need to come.”
Oh, I can suck on it? I love her instructions, because I want nothing more than to please her. I close my mouth around the small bead at the apex of her cunt and suck, teasing the underside with my tongue. Naomi squeals, her hands tight on my horns, and she nearly bends in half, overcome with sensation. I love this. Biting back a groan of my own, I suck harder, working my finger inside her as I do.
A moment later she shudders, and Naomi rewards my efforts with a burst of fresh wetness as she comes. Delighted, I lap at her cunt in deep, delving strokes, wanting to steal every taste of her for myself. Pleasing her is amazing. Incredible. I want to do this over and over again.
I wonder if I can continue even now. I press her leg forward, pushing it toward her chest, and spread her cunt wider as I do, licking her with the flat of my tongue. She quivers with each stroke, moaning and bucking against me. A moment later, she comes again, her cunt clenching tight around my finger even as she chokes out my name. Excited, I suck on her clit again, wondering how many times I can repeat this.
“No,” she moans, trying to clamp her thighs shut. “No no no, too much—”
Oh. This, I understand. Sometimes after I came inside her, my shaft felt too sensitive to touch. It quickly faded, of course, but if she needs me to abandon my efforts for a time, I shall. I pull away, pressing a kiss to her thigh before licking my fingers clean of her taste. Kef, I love all of it. “May I hold you at least?”