“You swallow?”
He laughed softly. “Every drop.”
“It feels, dead realms,” she said, touching herself carefully. “Raw and tingly.”
“And good?”
“Extremely good. However did you learn that? It’s such a small little bump. I can barely find it myself sometimes.”
“Experience,” he said.
“Yes, of course,” she whispered, falling silent. It still made her jealous to think of him with other pets.
He bent his head and suckled her breast. The sound he made was rough and tender at the same time. He lowered himself onto her and she felt the hard length of him nestled between her lower lips, tucked against the place his mouth had been. An ache began again deep in her core. It wanted that part of him, like a kiss inside of her.
“I wish,” she whispered.
“What, pet?”
“Never mind,” she said, stroking his hair. “It’s my turn again. I may even swallow on purpose.”
“Very generous,” he said dryly.
She chuckled. Then when he didn’t move, she said, “I’m trapped.”
“I know,” he said, sliding his hands along her arms and pinning them down.
“Do you not want me to use my mouth on you?”
“Eventually, yes,” he said, then slid his hard cock between her lips, right over her nub.
She sucked in a small breath. “That feels good.”
“Yes.”
He glided back and forth over her until she began to struggle to get even more pressure on that spot.
“Please? I really need more.”
He released her arms and shoved a hand down. Within moments of his rubbing there, she had that clenching sensation all through her.
“It would feel so good if you were inside me this instant,” she said, moaning softly as she came.
He rose and disappeared from the room.
A few moments later, she rolled off the bed and followed, finding him reclining on the couch stroking himself in a tight fist.
She knelt next to him. “I want to do that.”
His eyes were closed, but he shook his head. He groaned and then it happened. Pale liquid erupted from the small slit, coating Lord Evston’s hand and splattering his flat belly and muscled chest.
His lids lifted halfway, and he stared as if he watched something that wasn’t there.
“It’s remarkable, isn’t it?” she said softly, touching a fingertip to the silky fluid. “Nature, I mean. How does my body know that’s what it wants when it’s never even had it?”
“Stop talking,” he said, pushing her hand away.
“Why?” she asked, surprised.
