I leaned forward again, this time opening my mouth and taking the broad, smooth head past my lips.
Ryse gasped—a sharp intake of breath—and I could feel him watching me as I sucked him.
I swirled my tongue around the crown, exploring the silken texture of his skin, tasting more of that addictive salty-sweetness. The scales just below the head were smooth against my tongue—a fascinating contrast.
I moaned softly, enjoying myself and took my time exploring him with my tongue. I swirled it around and around the broad, flaring crown and as I did, his hand came to rest on my head—not pushing, just resting there, stroking my hair.
“God and Goddess, little one—your mouth,” he groaned, his voice ragged with need. “So hot. So fucking perfect. You have no idea how good it feels when you suck me.”
I thought I might have some kind of idea. I still remembered his soft, maddening touch as he circled my aching little button the night before. If I could give him the same kind of pleasure, I certainly wanted to.
Encouraged by his groans, I took him deeper, relaxing my throat to try and get more of his thick shaft. I couldn’t take all of him—he was too big—but I took as much as I could, establishing a slow, sucking rhythm.
Ryse groaned again and his other hand came up to cradle my face, his touch impossibly gentle.
“Goddess, little one, you’re a natural at this,” he rumbled. “Can’t believe how deep you’re taking me.”
But though I loved sucking him, I was curious about the rest of his male anatomy too—most especially the heavy sac that swayed between his legs.
I reached between his thighs, my fingers first stroking and then cupping this curious feature.
Ryse hissed and jerked a little.
“Easy, sweetheart. That’s a very sensitive area,” he warned.
But he didn’t try to stop me. In fact, he spread his thighs wider, as though to give me more room to touch him.
His act of trust made my heart fist in my chest, and I made an effort to be careful. I cupped him gently, marveling at the heat and weight of the two heavy balls cradled in my palm. Then I decided I wanted to taste them, too.
Pulling off his shaft for a moment, I leaned down further, letting my tongue trace the sensitive skin of his sac. His scent was stronger here, I found—spicy and unique and utterly Ryse. I loved it.
His hips bucked, his fingers flexing in my hair as he drew in a quick breath.
“Such a curious little virgin,” he growled softly. “You want to taste me everywhere, hmm?”
I looked up at him and gave him a naughty smile.
“I just want to know you. Is that all right?”
“More than all right, little one,” he assured me. “Gods, your little mouth is so soft and hot.”
“I want to suck you again,” I said, stroking his shaft. I liked tasting his heavy sac, but I really loved the salty-sweet flavor that came from the tip of his cock.
“Mmm, you can do whatever you want to me,” Ryse told me, his golden eyes lazy with lust.
“Good—because I like this.”
Giving him another naughty smile, I went back to sucking. I loved the feeling of his thick shaft in my mouth…loved the spicy sweet flavor he made. But most of all I loved the low, almost pained noises I heard him making. He was groaning like that because of me—the thought made me feel powerful and hot in a way I never had before.
The more I sucked, it seemed, the harder he got. I could feel his big body growing tense with need.
“Auri… little one… I’m getting close,” he warned at last, his voice strained with the effort to hold back. “You should pull off. I don’t…don’t want to overwhelm you.”
But I didn’t want to pull off. I wanted to taste more of him—all of him.
I shook my head as best I could, my mouth still full of his shaft, and redoubled my efforts, sucking harder, using my tongue in a way that made his whole body go stiff with need.
“Fuck,” he breathed, and the curse sounded almost like a prayer. “Alright… alright, little one. Take it. Take what I give you.”
