I licked her sex and moaned. She was still wet from earlier, giving me so much to dine on.
Draping her legs over my shoulders, I began my greedy feast of her essence. Each lick wrung another moan from my mate and each moan made my cock grow even harder.
“Brexl,” Taylor whined my name as she pulled me up from her cunt by my horns.
“I want to come with you inside me.”
She did not need to say another word. I crawled toward my mate on all fours ready to do her bidding, ready to fulfill her every desire, when there was a knock on our cave wall.
“Come on guys, we’re all waiting for you,” Sozu’s voice rang through our cave as he stood outside.
“Waiting for what?” I called out, inches away from sinking my cock into Taylor’s sweet cunt.
“The candlelight dinner. It’s all set up, but Orsu and Julie won’t let anyone get any food until everyone’s outside.”
“I’m going to have to talk to Orsu about this later,” I whispered to Taylor.
“And say what? That you were about to fuck your mate, so please go ahead and eat without us next time?” She giggled.
“I might,” I teased her back, then captured her lips in mine, not wanting this moment to end.
“Are you coming or what?” Sozu called out again.
“We’re coming!” Taylor answered this time. “Just give us a minute.”
“Okay, I’ll let them know.”
“Would you like to see how much pleasure I can bring you in a minute?” I challenged.
“Brexl, we need to use the minute to get dressed, not finish what we were doing,” Taylor argued.
“We do not have time increments like you do. Is your minute very short?”
“Yes, it’s only sixty seconds, which is the smallest increment of time we have.”
“Why don’t you count your sixty seconds while I finish what I was doing down here?”
I slid my body down Taylor’s once again until my face was lined up with her sex.
“What do you say? You want to start counting?”
Taylor looked at me with a sultry smile on her face, then leaned her head back on the furs and started counting.
“One.”
I stroked her clit with my tongue, using an upward motion.
“T-two.”
Around and around her sensitive flesh, I went as she continued counting in the background.
“Eight.”
She gasped as I slid a finger inside her channel and found the rough patch of flesh that always made her squirm.
“Seventeen.”
I moved my tongue in a more erratic pattern and she lifted her hips off the bed.
