At first, I rub her clit with just the pads of my fingers, which earns a moan. Leaning closer, I draw my hand away and lick.
“Harry?” Selene asks with a gasp. “What is that?”
Instead of answering, I lick her again, and this time her moan is bigger, fuller. She tastes like a fresh dewdrop, like a dessert I don’t remember wishing for, but now I can’t imagine one better.
“That feels so good,” she whimpers as I lap her over and over. “Oh, heavens, please, don’t stop.”
I wouldn’t dream of it. I lick downward and sweep my tongue through the slick dripping out of her, swallowing it like I would melted chocolate. Now my groin is aching, and the mere taste of her has triggered such a powerful longing, I’m not sure I can contain it.
But I have to, for Selene’s sake. I felt how tiny and tight she was inside—she’s new, still a virgin. Slaking her need with my cock is not an option, not if I want to preserve that for her.
She should get to decide who and how when she’s notin the throes of her heat. I believe I can still get her through this without going that far.
My tongue teases her even more eagerly now, as full as I am with her scent, her taste. My own desire is a roaring beast that I push back and lock in a cage while I devour her. Selene’s hands find my hair and her fingers dig into my scalp with every pass I make over her clit.
“Harry!” Her hips buck into my mouth. “I’ve never felt anything like this.”
I smile against her. Good. I knew this was the right choice.
After paying attention to her clit for a long while, enough to get her crying out and shivering, I bring one hand up under my chin and soak my fingers in her slick. She’s wet,sowet, and my cock is practically screaming for Selene. But I attempt to clear my mind as I slip one finger between the soft folds of her cunt, pursuing that small entrance. Then I find it, and with as much gentleness as I can muster, I push in.
Her answering moan is deep and delicious as my fingertip sinks into her. I go slowly as I explore, then pull back, and her hips snap up. Again I thrust in, licking all the while, and Selene is whimpering my name over and over. There is no sound in the world like it. How I’d love to make her moan my name while I was inside her.
Keeping focused on my task, I move my finger faster, urging her closer to her finish. But then Selene cries out, “More! Please, Harry, more!”
I’m not sure whatmoremeans, but I’ll do my best. My tongue laves over her faster, and her grip on my head tightens.
“More!” she insists. “Inside me.”
Oh. Now I understand what she wants.
Withdrawing my single finger, I coat all of them in her slick. Continuing my work on her clit with my tongue, I insert one first, and then slowly try to add a second—but it’s tricky with how tiny she is. Still, I push again and again, as gently as I can, urging her to open.
Then she does, just enough, and I squeeze both fingers inside her. Selene gasps, and I don’t know if it’s surprise or pleasure, but she doesn’t object. She’s so tight around my hand, I can’t help thinking about how tight she would be around my cock. I groan at this thought, this imaginary sensation, and push my fingers deeper. Selene writhes on the bed, calling out my name again, her whole body trembling.
Damn it all, I can’t do this. My own body is aching, desperate for attention, so I use my free hand to unbutton my pants. At last, my cock is released from its bondage, and I fist it roughly as I continue sucking on Selene’s clit. Now I’m pumping myself in rhythm with each stroke of my hand inside her, imagining it’s me there as her moans climb in volume. Her thighs convulse, and Selene clamps down around my fingers.
“Oh, Harry, that’s so wonderful—!” Her scream cuts her off as her entire body goes tense, and then…
She gushes. It drenches my hand, sliding down my wrist to the bed, and I’m almost to my end, too. I let out a guttural grunt as I pump my fist even more feverishly, drinking up all of Selene’s delectable nectar.
When I finally erupt, it feels like a geyser exploding, and everything streams out of me in a rush of pure pleasure. Selene has her hands still fisted in my hair because Ihaven’t stopped licking her yet, and she’s wriggling and moaning pathetically.
Finally, I relent, drawing away from her swollen cunt so I can gaze upon her face. Selene is staring at me with those brilliant eyes, her mouth hanging open as a tremor sweeps through her.
“I’ve never felt anything like that,” she says, panting as hard as I am. “My word.”
I grin at the awe in her tone. I’ve pleasured women in my life, mostly as a younger man, but never one so succulent and sweet as Selene.
That thought brings me back down to earth. This is a blip in time, a momentary affair while I help her through her heat this time. In the future, she needs more than I can offer. She needs an alpha’s knot, and I don’t have one.
Once she’s met that alpha—once she’s been truly satisfied and bonded to whoever is lucky enough to have her—I will not be required any longer.
Selene’s brow creases as I hurriedly button myself up.
“Are you all right?” She sits, pushing down her nightgown to cover herself as if we weren’t very intimate a moment ago.
“I’m fine. Do you feel improved?”
