I want to show him how lucky I feel. So I lick him again, letting my tongue glide over those glorious ridges on his cock, and then take the head of him into my mouth again. I suck lightly, and when he’s panting and twitching, unable to stay still underneath me, I ease my mouth lower, trying to meet the hand I have gripped around the base of his shaft. It’s an impossible task because he’s so huge, but I’m going to give it the old college try. I ease down on him, working my mouth and my tongue as I try to go lower and lower, until I hit my gag reflex and come back up for air. I make the most awful sound as I do, but Vektal only groans as if I’m the sexiest thing ever, and I laugh, wiping my lips. “I’ll try again,” I murmur, already leaning forward. “But you’re too big for me.”
That elicits another pained groan from my mate, his hand curled tight in my hair. He’s not shoving my head down, though I know he really wants to the way his fingers flex against my head. As I lick and suck at his enormous shaft, I take two fingers and tease his spur. He keeps telling me it’s not sensitive, but I know when I rub it like it’s a mini-cock, he comes unglued. Vektal growls, his hips bucking as I do, pushing him deeper into my throat. I whimper, aroused at his responses and the heady pleasure of going down on him, my senses filled with his scent, his taste, his touch.
“Georgie,” he grits, pumping his hips again and shuttling against the back of my throat. “I need to stop—”
I give the base of his cock another squeeze and rub his spur even as I sink deeper.
His breath erupts in a little grunt, and then he’s coming, and I can feel him shooting down my throat without even tasting him, he’s so deep. I try to swallow and have to lift my head, my mouth filling with his release.
I drink him down, wiping the corners of my mouth, and when he’s done coming, I lean forward and clean his cock with my tongue, loving the little shudders that ripple through him with every touch. When I’m done and there’s no more to lick up, I keep tonguing him anyhow, just because I’m aroused and needy and his cock is so amazing. Since meeting Vektal, I’ve had more sex in the last few weeks than I’ve had ever, and I’m always hungry for more. There’s something about him that just makes me crazy with lust.
Well, I’m sure the khui has something to do with that, but even now, when the khui’s sated, I can’t get enough of him. Physically, he does it for me. Mentally, he’s got a sweetness mixed with his brawn that I find utter catnip. Emotionally? I’ve never been so loved.
It makes me want to do dirty, filthy things to him all the time.
His cock twitches under my tongue, and then he grabs me and hauls me forward, a breathless laugh escaping him. “Do you mean to lick your mate until he stiffens for your greedy mouth once more?”
“Is that a trick question? I thought it was obvious.”
“Your mate has a mouth, too,” he murmurs, sliding lower even as he pulls me up. “And he wants to use it. Come and sit on my face.”
Now I’m the one that’s moaning. I’m wearing only my sleeping-tunic, and my legs are thankfully bare of everything, panties included. It takes no convincing for me to move up to where my mate’s eager mouth awaits, and to slide a thigh over his shoulders. He grips my ass, steadying me over his face, and then leans in and gives me the same long, slow lick I gave him.
I shudder, moaning. With one hand, I clutch at one of his horns, steadying myself as he begins to make love to my pussy. I hold one of my breasts, teasing the nipple through the leather of my tunic and arching against his tongue when it hits me in just the right spot. I’m wet and slick with need, and it doesn’t take long before I’m rocking against his mouth, close to my own climax. I want it to last longer, but there’s no way I’m going to be able to stand it. It’s too much, and I’m too turned on. I love the groans he makes as he licks me, as if I’m the best thing he’s ever tasted, and I know he loves it. Hasn’t he woken me up dozens of times with his mouth between my legs, just because he wants to?
God, I really am the luckiest woman alive.
He drags a finger along the crease of my backside, one hand stealing closer, and I moan again. He loves to tease me in all the naughtiest of places, and when his finger presses against my butt, I lose it. I come against his sucking, teasing mouth, arching and crying out his name.