Now it’s my turn to restrain myself from taking what I want, roughly and immediately. With a low groan, I clasp her rear with both hands, pulling her tighter against me, pushing my bulge into that tempting space between her legs.
“I think I do want you to take your pants off, after all,” Marlowe says, hooking a finger in my waistband.
“Gimme a second.” Reluctantly I pull back from her long enough to remove my shoes, socks, jeans, and underwear. I show her the boxers—spotless. “Told you.”
She smirks. “Wow, you really went there.”
“You went there first. Now come here. You had a taste of me the other night. It’s my turn.”
Eyes wide, she takes a few steps toward me, glancing down at the erection I’m sporting.
“Legs apart,” I tell her. She plants her feet about a foot apart, but I shake my head. “Wider.”
When she adjusts her stance, I kneel, grasping her thighs. The ground is gritty, but I don’t care. No discomfort matters, only the plump pussy in front of my face.
Marlowe is trembling, her fingers awkwardly laced together like she doesn’t know what to do with them.
I look up at her, frowning slightly. “Has no one ever done this for you before?”
She shakes her head. “I’ve only been with a few guys, and it was quick. More about them than me.”
“Fuck ’em.”
A faint smile quivers on her mouth.
“Here’s how it works, beautiful. I’m your servant here, on my knees. You’re the queen. You give me a command, and I’ll obey. No question. It’s my job to please you, not the other way around. You can grab my shoulders, my hair, whatever. You want me to stop or do something different, I do it. All right?”
She’s already relaxing, reassured. “Yes.”
“Are we good to go?”
She nods. I use another piece of the soft T-shirt to brush off the area, and then I place my mouth over her.
Long licks, shallow at first, then deeper, slower. Then I do what I call lip bites, moving my jaws like I’m biting her, except there’s no hard edges of teeth, just the motion and the pressure of my mouth opening and closing against her soft flesh. Her hands clutch my hair and she whimpers, a sure sign that I’m doing something right.
“If you’re gonna shift again, warn me,” I murmur.
“I’m fine,” she gasps. “Keep… doing that… ahh…”
I take my time with her, licking and tugging and mouthing every part, and then I focus on her clit. Firm flicks of my tongue, over and over, then a little suction before I lap it quickly again.
When she’s squirming and tugging at my hair, I slide one hand up her thigh and poke a finger into her entrance. She’s soaked, quivering. She swears sharply as I plunge my finger deeper, and I hesitate, but she says raggedly, “More, more,” so I introduce a second finger and thrust with both as my tongue continues gliding and flicking over her most sensitive spot.
“Please,” she whispers. “Oh please, please, please…” And then she gasps, tenses up all over, and arches, pushing herself against my mouth.
My favorite part of eating a woman out is feeling those flutters against my tongue. Add in the little spasms of her pussy around my fingers, and I’m in heaven.
Her death grip on my hair relaxes. My scalp might be sore tomorrow. Worth it.
She goes nearly boneless, and I stand up quick so she can lean against me. At first I think she might be done for now, but then her fingers curve around my length and she pushes it between her legs, shifting forward so that I’m sliding through her thigh gap.
I pump twice like that, but I want more. “I don’t have a condom,” I mutter, hating myself for the oversight.
“It’s okay,” she replies. “It’s different for kelpies. You can’t breed me unless I’m in heat. So go for it. Please.”
Every word from her mouth makes me harder. I pull myself out from between her thighs and turn her toward the slanted rock face. “Hands there. Ass out. Watch your head.”
She does what I ask, presenting her beautiful round ass cheeks to me, with the rosy wet slit between them.
