“You can pleasure me now if you want to,” my voice squeaked again but I didn’t care. Zander wanted me and I wanted him.
“Thank the goddess,” he replied in a strained voice as if it were killing him to hold back for as long as he has.
I suddenly found myself being laid gently in the furs as Zander untied the fastening of my pants and shirt.
I held my breath as my blouse fell away revealing my rounded belly.
“Beautiful,” Zander breathed. Then he pulled my pants down and gazed down at my bare pussy. “Nothing but beautiful.”
His words made my cheeks heat and my heart beat rapidly inside my chest.
Zander began a trail of kisses from the top of my chest and he slowly worked his way down. The hungry press of his lips consumed my skin as he made his way to the space between my breasts. Then he took one nipple into his mouth and toyed with it until I squirmed beneath him.
He continued to make his way down my abdomen, kissing my round belly along the way. Then his breath fanned my skin as he drew in close to my pussy and he moaned with delight.
“I’ve been wanting to taste you for such a long time,” he confessed.
Anticipation filled me as he lingered there staring. I almost moved away, but he held me tight. Zander leaned in and licked his way from the bottom of my slit to the top. As soon as his tongue hit my clit my hips lifted off the bed. He held me in place and lapped at my essence as if I were his new favorite dessert.
My breaths came in short fast pants as his tongue danced over my sensitive flesh. Zander brought his other hand to my sex and sunk two fingers into my channel working my core as expertly as he did all those weeks ago.
My hands flew to his horns as I drew closer to the pinnacle of my pleasure. The combination of his tongue and fingers felt amazing, like little jolts of lightning shooting straight to my core.
“Yes,” I moaned again and he grunted in response.
Then my body went tight, every muscle contracted and my back bowed.
“I’m going to-” I tried to explain, but my words failed me as pleasure swept through my body like a never ending wave. Blissrippled through me and I was more than certain that I’d never been so thoroughly satisfied in my entire life.
I came down from my orgasm and snuggled up against Zander. He held me in his arms and sighed with contentment.
His still hard cock rubbed against my back side and I reached behind me to stroke him, but he stilled my hand.
“I got to taste you, that’s all I wanted,” he said.
“But-”
“My yearning will be sated some other time,” he assured me.
“I should let you rest,” Zander commented as he got up from the furs, kissing me on the forehead along the way.
“I’ll see you in the morning,” I replied as he covered me with a blanket.
“I look forward to it,” Zander gave me a proud grin. It was obvious he liked taking care of me, and despite all my fears, I liked being taken care of. I liked Zander.
He and I were...something. I wasn’t sure what that was, but we’d crossed the line from friendship into lovers. We weren’t mates, not yet at least. I was more hopeful now than ever that we might be one day, but I didn’t want to rush it. I would let Zander eat my pussy every day until the moment felt right for us to declare our true feelings for each other. Until then, I’d focus on growing a baby and learn to put my faith in a male who had no reason other than love to take care of me.
Chapter 15
Zander
“How does that feel? Tight enough?” Fatima asked after she tightened the sling around my back, careful to avoid my arms.
“It feels secure to me,” I replied. She’d placed a large stone on my back in place of a baby. I was going to fly Fatima and the stone to the beach to see what it would be like to carry both a mother and child on my back.
She and I had fallen into a pleasant routine of me cooking her meals, having her rest in my house, then upon waking, she would give me a look that told me she wanted to be touched. I had made her come many times over the past few weeks. Her taste was always on my tongue just as it should be. I hadn’t let her pleasure me in return yet. I still felt a need to prove myself to Fatima, that I was a worthy male to be considered as her mate. Her well-being and pleasure were my only concerns, and I wanted to make sure she knew that before I took any pleasure of my own.
My heart pounded in my chest as I felt for the bracelet in my pocket for the tenth time this morning. It had belonged to mymother. My father gave it to her as a courting gift, and I planned on giving it to Fatima at the beach today.
