She’s so achingly soft everywhere I touch. Though she still wears a scrap of fabric covering her sex, her intoxicating scent grows stronger and more concentrated the closer I get to her center. I open my mouth as I worship her thigh, sucking and scraping my teeth gently across her silken skin.
She shudders beneath me, and I feel her response everywhere—even the sensitive nerves in the wing she lies upon light up at every movement she makes. I suckle her skin more hungrily, and her hands fly to my shoulders, fingernails digging in with desperate urgency, urging me higher as her legs fall open in invitation.
I want to tear away the flimsy fabric that separates me from her mysteries. Looking up, I can see a large wet spot darkening the material, and her scent grows heavier and more intoxicating.
I lift my head from between her thighs and meet her gaze.
“I want to taste you here,” I growl with barely restrained hunger.
She looks down at me, breath hitching for one crucial second. Then she nods frantically. “Yes, please. God, yes, I want that too.”
I grin with feral satisfaction and then, using both hands and teeth, tear away the lacy barrier keeping me from paradise. She shrieks softly but only spreads her legs wider in welcome.
And then I’m finally there, breathing over her glistening pink flesh, hungry as a starving wolf to devour the feast before me.
First, I simply inhale, for once finding a modicum of the patience I’ve been pretending to possess.
But only because when it comes to this ultimate pleasure, I refuse to rush. I will not hurry my first taste of this finest nectar.
I lick straight up the center of her, and the taste nearly knocks me senseless with its perfection. When she doesn’t immediately begin making the delicious sounds I heard through her door last night, I understand that I must learn the exact ways to touch her that bring her the most pleasure.
So I lift my hand experimentally, exploring the flushed, silken folds with careful reverence.
She curves toward me shyly, but her hips also move in clear invitation.
I’ve never been tentative about anything in my existence, so I make my touch bolder, pressing my palm against her heated flesh and exploring with multiple fingers.
I can’t identify everything by touch alone, but I know precisely when she starts responding, and I discover sensitive places among the softer, moistened flesh. When I apply pressure, she begins making those incredible sounds, and her hips move with increasing urgency.
Oh, I like that. I like that immensely.
Trying to memorize exactly where my fingers have found success, I continue the exploration while desperately ignoring my own shaft pulsing almost painfully in my pants. More of her intoxicating scent perfumes the air around us.
I must taste what’s been tormenting me.
Finally, I lower my head between her legs, and she opens even wider to welcome me in.
I replace my finger with my mouth on the spot that made her respond most intensely.
If I thought she was excited before?—
Her legs immediately lock around my neck when my mouth closes over that perfect bundle of nerves, and I begin sucking with devoted attention. She tastes absolutely divine, and I cannot believe she’s actually allowing me to worship her in this most intimate way. It’s simultaneously animal and sacred.
I grasp her ass and spread her wider to me as I become acquainted with every fold and texture, learning her like the most important lesson of my existence.
I am not a proper gentleman, and I have no idea if there’s a conventional way to approach this. All I know is that now I have my consort in this position, enthusiastic and willing, I want to give her such pleasure that she’ll crave more. Again and again and again.
I work one finger inside her incredible heat while continuing to worship her with my mouth. With her legs locked around my head like this, she’s completely open to me.
I’ve always understood the basic mechanics of how sexual coupling works, but to actually feel her drenched entrance while I suckle at that perfect spot... I’m amazed by the way she goes absolutely wild around me. Especially when I curl my finger inside her and press against the upper wall while working my tongue against her?—
She screams. A genuine, full-throated scream so loud I almost release her in alarm, except her nails are digging into my shoulders and her hips are bucking against my face in a way that clearly indicates this is very much a scream of pleasure.
So I continue with increased devotion. The scream rises to an octave I’m not certain most mortals could even produce, much less hear.
She bucks and writhes against my mouth until she finally goes completely still except for that high-pitched sound of pure ecstasy still emanating from her throat.
Then she collapses against the grass, only the tip of my wing supporting her now because we were both so thoroughly lost in what we were sharing.
