“Yes, angel?” he whispered against my temple as the stiff lengths of his cocks ghosted over my backside.
What would those ridges feel like?
Could he use them both–at the same time?
Selvyn spun me around so that I faced him, and wrapped me in his muscular arms.
“Lean back and rinse,” he instructed.
Again I followed his command and dipped my head back into the warm water, allowing the last of the soap to rinse from my hair.
“Tell me what you need.” His gaze lingered briefly on my exposed breasts.
“I want you to fuck me.” The words came out as a whisper, but in the otherwise silent cavern, I might as well have yelled them.
“Mmm,” he hummed as he carried me through the water and toward the ledge of the spring. “You’re curious about my cocks. I know you’ve never seen such a thing on human men.”
I shook my head no.
Selvyn rose out of the water and carried me over to where he’d laid the furs.
He sat me down and looked at me with his head cocked to the side, a slight smile curving up the corner of his lips. “When it comes to pleasure, what do you enjoy, Iris?”
In terms of sex, I was quite experienced, but being intimate with someone I cared for,someone I felt safe with, was new to me. I wanted Selvyn to push boundaries with me–to walk the line without crossing it. I wanted to reclaim the things I’d been made to feel ashamed of.
“I-I want you to call me your little whore,” I whispered.
He pulled back and looked at me with wide eyes. “Are you sure?”
“Yes,” I said with a nod.
“Alright, my little whore. Lean back and part your legs for me.”
Chapter6
Iris did as instructed, lying back on the furs with her legs spread wide open. Tiny rivulets of water dripped off of her body as I trailed the sharp tip of my claw along the top of her foot, then up her leg, before finally venturing between her parted thighs.
I ran the rough pad of my finger along her slit, coating myself in her arousal before focusing on her clit. Her hips bucked in my hand as I teased the sensitive bud, and a moan threatened to slip past my lips at her overwhelming scent.
The tantalizing aroma of my fragrant little flower.
My Iris.
“May I taste you?” I asked as I settled my wide body between her legs.
“Yes. Please.” Her chest rose and fell with each of her panting breaths.
I enjoyed seeing her like this. Enjoyed hearing her beg.
I kissed along her thigh, dragging my lips over her skin before flicking my forked tongue against her clit.
“Selvyn!” she moaned. Her fingers grasped desperately at the furs beneath her.
Faster and faster I flicked my tongue over her clit, delighting in Iris’s reactions.
It had been a long time since I’d pleasured a woman. I’d forgotten how much I enjoyed it.
“God!” she screamed, her legs quivering as her orgasm tore through her body.
