“Since you asked so nicely,” he whispers against my heated flesh. “The answer is no. Even though my balls are so fucking full, so fucking tight with the need to be inside you, I’m not going to fuck you until you come on my tongue. I want to taste your orgasm, and I’m not stopping until I do.”
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
ETHAN
Her body quivers as soft whimpers pepper the air. My cock twitches at the alluring sound as precum leaks from the tip. God, but I’m so desperate for her. Every inch of me aches as I hold myself back and give her this moment, give her this pleasure she’s been so cruelly denied.
She’s heaven on my tongue, an addiction I know I’ll never want to quit. The taste of her, the feel of her, the scent of her, all of it surrounds me and threatens to bring me under. As I eat her up, devour her, I find time slipping by. It no longer has any meaning. Not when I’m with her.
Her soft cries pummel my skin like tiny shards of sunlight. They burn me, consume me. So innocent despite her position. So desperate and needy.
Easing my thumbs up along her inner lips, I spread her out even further so I can thrust my tongue inside her tight entrance. Zilara squeals as her hips move back, as if trying to run from my invasion.
I look up from between her thighs to find her still there with her hands above her head. Her brows and eyelids arescrunched with how hard she’s trying to maintain her orders. It’s endearing, actually. She’s trying so fucking hard for me.
“Touch me, Zilara. Let me feel your fingers in my hair.”
I need this connection. I need to feel her touching me. I need to feel the desperation in her fingertips.
The instant she complies, I drift back down to slide my tongue into her. This time, she doesn’t jerk her hips back as hard. There’s a hesitancy, to be sure, but she channels it through the rough grip at my scalp. Pinpricks of pain skitter down my spine, but I endure it silently for her.
Gripping her ass, I refuse to let her back away. I force her to feel my tongue as it slips inside. A low, guttural moan spills from her as arousal pours into my mouth. She moves again, but this time, it’s not to pull away.
She fucks herself with my mouth, taking the pleasure I offer with unpracticed, stilted movements. Normally when I play with a woman, I don’t allow them to take charge in any way, but Zilara needs this. She needs to know that her pleasure is important, that she can demand it and get those cravings met.
Closing my eyes, I drink her in and let her set the pace. After a little bit, her hips jerk a touch harder. A hint of frustration peppers the air as she tugs on my hair, wanting me deeper than my tongue can go.
A dark chuckle vibrates in my chest as I pull away and concentrate on her clit. Her protests are noted and met with a hard thrust from my fingers. Between that and my tongue, she soon goes back to whimpered moans and incoherent pleas.
Over and over, I slam into her as I hump the ground, seeking any form of relief I can. Thankfully, the bedsheet provides a buffer between me and dirt, but I can still feel the rough earth as it grinds into my sensitive cock. Sweat beads on the back of my neck and trickles down my spine as I tease her, coax her, and demand she come on my tongue.
Her inner walls clamp down on me, rippling as I piston in and out. Close. Dear God, but she’s so fucking close. I continue to fuck her with my fingers as I change from licking to sucking. Something changes. Her breathing becomes more frantic. Her fingers dig into my scalp a bit rougher until everything freezes.
A shrill yell pierces the near silence, scattering the birds and, I’m sure, any other wildlife that lurks about. I don’t dare pull away to look at my little defiant Icorian as she comes. I don’t dare stop as her hips jerk up and down as she continues to babble in an incoherent manner.
It’s not until she settles that I finally pull away and hover over her. Eyes, once a light, pale blue, just a shade or two darker than her arousal, are now blown out and dark like the sky just after the sun sets. Her lips part as she pants and stares up at me in wonder.
“I- That was- Are all humans good at that?”
I smile down at her as I trail a finger down to run along her nipple. “I can’t speak for all humans. But I do know it’s better for your partner when you enjoy doing it.”
A faint darkness spreads over her cheeks. A blush, if I had to guess. It’s odd seeing it on her skin, though. It’s not pink or red or even a darker reddish brown like I’m used to seeing. It’s her same shade of blue, only much darker.
“Does that mean you enjoy it?” she eventually whispers.
“I do find the act enjoyable. However, with you, it’s divine.”
Though she looks away, I see the small, soft smile as it crosses her lips. “And you would want to do it again?”
“Most definitely. But first, you must milk your bull.”
Reaching between my legs, I lift my thick, swollen cock and wince as I line my tip up with her entrance. So hard. So engorged. So fucking heavy. I suppose I’ll have to get used to the heft.
Her lashes flutter for a moment as I ease my way in, re-acclimating myself with this newfound girth. Though I’ve never seen an Icorian cock, I can imagine its size based on what I’ve heard. Since I know she’s been with them before, I wonder how I’ll size up.
Gritting my teeth, I push forward a bit more, biting back a groan as her warm flesh envelopes me, welcoming me in. Her pussy clenches with each millimeter I gain, making me struggle to not just blow everything right then and there. I want to actually enjoy the feel of her, dammit.
It’s agony sliding into her, but one I’d endure over and over again. The moment my swollen balls meet her soft skin, they draw up even tighter. Pain and pleasure flow through me as I rock in and out a touch before looking at her.
