Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 107619 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 538(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107619 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 538(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
She moans, spreading her thighs wider as I caress her clit, and I am fascinated by her movements, by how wet she gets from these small touches, how much she wriggles underneath me, as if desperate to get away but somehow wanting more. I move lower on her body so I can watch. I slide her cunt apart with my fingers, admiring how slick she is, how pink underneath the protective tuft of hair. Her scent is intoxicating, and I drag my finger lazily back and forth, circling the small bud of her clit. It makes her wild with hunger, and she pants and clutches at my shoulders, my name repeated over and over on her lips.
She quivers and trembles underneath me, and her cunt is glazed with wetness, but still she does not come. I am both fascinated and frustrated by this, because I want to watch her lose control. I want to feel her mind when she comes undone. She needs more. I stroke her cunt again, moving slowly, and then slide my declawed forefinger to the well of her core, where she is wettest and hottest.
She gives a soft cry, her hips arching. Her excitement intensifies, and mine does, as well. I use one hand to spread her cunt wide, even as I push my finger deep inside her with my other hand. She looks so juicy and tempting that I cannot resist a taste, and I swipe my tongue over her wetness even as I push my finger deep. Her cunt is tight around my finger, clasping me with her slick walls, but like this I can feel every tremble she makes. Her thoughts turn to a near starburst when my tongue flicks over her clit again, and her body jerks in response. Emma’s hands tighten in my hair, and her moaning of my name has stopped. She feels tense in my arms. Coiled. She is close, then.
I bury my mouth between her thighs, licking and sucking at the tender flesh of her clit, even as I sink my finger deep inside her again. I am using my hand as I would my cock, I realize, mimicking the thrusts of my body. This is what she needed to come, I realize, as she pants, and the urgency in her thoughts grows desperate. It pleases me.
I send her an onslaught of images as I lap at her clit and fuck her tight cunt with my finger. I let her know what she tastes like, how tight and wet she is, how much it pleases me. Over and over, I share what I am thinking and how erotic I find her as she writhes under me.
She gives a wordless little cry and her entire body quakes. Her thoughts burst and then contract, and she goes tight under me, her cunt sucking on my finger as she comes. Her core grows even wetter with her release, soaking my hand and flavoring the air with her scent.
I growl low in my throat, utterly pleased.
“Oh god,” she pants, breathless. “You’re pleased? I don’t even have words.” She is still shaking inside, her body reacting with little jolts. Aftershocks, she thinks of them. She is satisfied—and dazed—in the aftermath of her pleasuring. Good.
I give her a few moments to recover and then begin to slowly kiss my way across her soft belly and thighs. Perhaps I will tease her again like this. I like that her scent is all over my hands and my lips. I do not even miss my claw. I suspect other drakoni would nip theirs if they knew what joy it would bring their human mates.
Her hands stroke over my shoulders, her movements languid. “That was…really intense. Thank you.” She still sounds breathless.
Why do you thank me? You are my mate. It is my job to make you call out with pleasure.
Her thoughts have a tiny flare of embarrassment, but she tamps it down quickly. “It’s not your job.”
Is it not? I am your mate. Who will pleasure you if not me?
“Mmm, you’ve got a point.” She caresses my cheek, then lets her fingers glide along my jaw. “Can I…touch you for a bit? Just until I get my breath back?”
I gaze up at her, curious. Touch me? You touch me right now.
“You know what I mean. Explore you. All of you.” Her thoughts are full of her hands on my cock, learning my length, my girth. Touching me.
I cannot stop the rumble of arousal that moves through me at the realization of her thoughts. Her hands on my cock? The idea is enticing. Do you not want me to mount you now?
“Mount me?” She blinks, then shakes her head. “Plenty of time for that sort of thing later. Right now can’t we just enjoy ourselves?”
She wishes to enjoy…me. It is another way she is different than a drakoni female, but I cannot find that I dislike this idea. What would you have me do?