“I will like it,” I interrupt, circling her waist with my hands so I can lift her and spin her around. I can’t help running a hand down the smooth, gleaming slope of her back as I admire the feast in front of me. “I have read about this position in a scroll. We call it vasa-sava.”
She looks back over her shoulder. “What’s it mean? My translator isn’t giving me anything.”
“Maybe it’s not in the database. It’s an old word. It means something like shared-tasting.” It always seemed very romantic to me. I never imagined I’d get to try it someday.
“Pretty.”
I start to agree with her, but she steals the words out of my mouth when she licks her palm and circles my cock with her hand, the head slipping into the heat of her mouth. What comes out of mine instead is a guttural groan. I grab her hips and pull her core to my mouth, burying my senses in her soft wetness. I love tasting her with her weight pressing me into the furs, slick fingers and tongue stroking my cock.
She tilts her hips, grinding her pleasure spot against my chin, sending a bolt of satisfaction through me. “Do I please you?” I growl against her flesh, and she pops off my shaft.
Her breath stutters out. “You know you do.”
A fierce, possessive drive comes over me. “Am I better than all the others that came before?”
“I told you before, I don’t play like that,” she says, squeezing my cock in reproof. It doesn’t mollify me, though. It only makes me wild.
Wrapping my arms around her waist, I hug her tight, forcing her closer so I can flutter my tongue over her clit, worshipping it until I can feel the quiver in her thighs that says she’s close.I stop just shy of her release. She whines, trying to squirm back in position, so intent on reclaiming it that she forgets about my cock. Thank Alioth, it buys me a little time.
Triumphant, I bite the top of her thigh just short of breaking the skin, shaking my head like a saidal with its prey before releasing her. “You will tell me this time, Alara. Do I pleasure you more skillfully than all the other males? Have I learned well?”
“Please, Nik.” She writhes in my grip, bouncing and bucking, but I only allow contact for a brief moment before I turn my head to bite her again. “I can’t think right now. Just keep going and we’ll talk later.”
Her whiny, demanding tone feeds something primal in me. I make her this needy. I make her desperate. “I’ve waited long enough for you, don’t you agree? Answer the question, and then I’ll make you come on my face.”
She melts in my arms, all her resistance gone. “You’re the best,” she wails. “You were the best on your first lesson. I don’t think comparison is good for anyone, but you don’t compare anyway. I can’t even remember them, you’re so good.”
“Good girl, that’s what I needed,” I purr, face already buried between her legs.
“Thank fuck,” she groans, riding my face, my warrior queen. She takes my cock in her mouth again, and this time she doesn’t tease me. She sucks me like she’s ravenous, like she wants to steal something from me. She can’t swallow my whole length at this angle, but she makes up the distance with her fists stacked beneath her hungry lips.
At first my rhythm falters, I’m so overwhelmed by sensation: the whisper of her fur against my cheeks, the barest scrape of her blunt teeth along my shaft. The irresistible pull of her mouth and the hot silk of her sweet cunt, her scent in my nares. I fight it all for a brief moment, try to push it away to stay in control.
But then I realize what an idiot I’m being. Pushing away the scents and flavors of my Alara? Mastering my impulses to fill her with my seed?Resisting her? If I do that, I’ll lose every time.
All I have to do is give in. We are working toward the same end, our only duty to each other. Frix, I’m going to come. Pleasure spills upward, swarming through me, and I swear in my peripheral vision, I see glimpses of red and lavender bursting through my deep brown camouflage.
As my cock spills down her throat, I hold her tight to me, shuddering, my tongue sloppy and eager as it plunges into her. Her throat convulses around my sensitive cock head and her thighs squeeze around me, her movements urgent. She’s already close, poised on the edge, so it doesn’t take much, just a soft, rocking slide of my tongue over her clit a few times, before she’s right there with me, our limbs tangling as we clutch at each other, breaths smothered, holding tight so there’s not even space for air between us.
Chapter 31
Delphie
“Idon’t want it to be over,” I groan when we come up for air. Sticky and satisfied, I peel my thighs off Nik’s face and flip around so I can use his pecs as a pillow. He rubs his still-slippery chin on the top of my head and enfolds me in his arms, his big biceps a comforting bracket.
“It’s not over.” I feel the words as a rumble of his chest. “It’s just beginning. This is all just the beginning.”
My pussy gives a sleepy pulse and my heart squeezes in time with it. If that’s not the feeling of falling in love, I don’t know what is.
We spent some drowsy minutes snuggling, and then Nik carries me to the shower, where he insists on washing every part of me with a tender reverence that makes my eyes sting. I return the favor after we get out, taking extra time to work some pigment out of his channels while I rub lotion on his back and the tree trunks he calls legs. We clean our teeth with their special chewing gum, grinning stupidly at each other the whole time. I think we’re both glowing a little bit when we finally lie back down in bed, face-to-face.
He's so pretty. I just want to stare at him. But the hot shower and soft furs and blinding orgasm have lulled me into a dreamy state, and I catch myself yawning. “I’m awake!” I say, forcing my eyes open wider.
Nik gives an amused grunt, patting my hip with a heavy hand. “Rest. I can be patient.”
“I can’t. I want you inside me,” I pout, my heavy lids already pulling shut.
“I can give you that,” I hear him murmur. Then I feel him roll me toward him so I’m on my side, but my back is pressed against his chest, head pillowed on his arm. He pulls my top leg over his and slowly feeds his cock into me an inch at a time. Even though it’s a stretch, it goes in easy, my tissues already primed. When he’s fully seated, it feels so satisfying, like a key turning in a lock.
