“Love…your breasts…” Roarn cupped them in his hands as he spoke, lightly flicking her nipples in a way that made Christine moan and writhe in his lap. “But I want…to taste your…purrummba.”
“My what?” Christine lifted her eyebrows questioningly.
“Your…this.” Suddenly one big hand slid from her breast down to the place between her thighs and he was cupping her gently but firmly.
“Oh—my pussy. You mean you want to taste my pussy.” Christine felt a giggle rise up in her throat and tried unsuccessfully to keep it down.
“Is that what you call your purrummba?” He looked so surprised that she laughed again.
“Well, the technical name for it is ‘vagina’ but most people I know call it a ‘pussy.’ Because it’s soft and sweet—like a pussy cat, I guess,” she told him.
“Pussy…” He nodded, as though tasting the word. “Yes, I want to taste…your pussy.”
All of her laughter abruptly dried up and Christine felt a lump form in her throat.
“I don’t know, Roarn. I mean, are you sure?”
Her ex had had a special disgust for this particular act—he called it “muff diving”—and had thought it was revolting, though he certainly expected plenty of blow jobs, despite the fact that he refused to return the favor, Christine remembered.
But the big Monstrum was nodding and his golden-green eyes were half-lidded with lust.
“Very sure,” he growled softly. He looked into her eyes. “Need to taste your pussy.”
Wow—not just want but need. His choice of words was really surprising. And the look in his eyes was intriguing. To be honest, she loved reading spicy romance books—which she’d always had to hide from her kids—in which the hero actually wanted to go down on the heroine. But she had never met a guy before in real life that seemed to feel that way.
But apparently Roarn did.
“All right,” she said slowly. “If you really feel that way—”
She had barely finished speaking before the big Monstrum switched their positions and she found herself flat on her back on the bed with Roarn kneeling on the floor in front of her.
“Oh!” Christine exclaimed breathlessly. “My goodness—you don’t have to—”
But she didn’t get to finish. With an eager growl, the big Monstrum gripped her hips and pulled her lower, so that her legs hung off the end of the bed. Then he looked up at her, his eyes half-lidded with pure lust.
“Tell me…what feels good,” he ordered. “Want to…give you pleasure. Feel you coming…on my tongue.”
Then he dipped his face between her thighs and Christine gasped when she felt his hot breath against her mound.
But instead of diving right in—as she had expected—the big Monstrum spent a long moment rubbing his cheeks and mouth against her inner thighs and the top of her mound. Again, he reminded her of a cat marking its territory. She knew that felines had scent glands around their mouths and wondered if Roarn did as well. But the feeling of his warm, velvety fur sliding across her bare thighs and pussy mound felt so good it was hard to give much thought to such speculations.
“Roarn!” she moaned, reaching down to card her fingers through his hair. “God, that feels good!”
He inhaled deeply, as though memorizing her scent, and then looked up again.
“So…beautiful,” he rumbled. “Soft…sweet little pussy.”
“Well, thank you, honey,” Christine murmured, smiling at him.
Roarn buried his face between her legs again and inhaled deeply. When he looked up, there was something special in his eyes.
“Your scent…saved me,” he told her, his deep voice hoarse with emotion. “So good…so sweet. Drives away…the Fury.”
“Oh, Roarn…” Christine wasn’t sure what to say. “I’m glad,” she told him, at last, cupping his cheek. “Glad my scent helps you.”
“Can’t get…enough,” Roarn growled softly. He kissed her hand and then rubbed his velvety cheek against her pussy mound again before looking up at her. “Tell me…the parts,” he demanded.
Christine frowned.
“The parts?” She didn’t have any idea what he was talking about until he stroked one fingertip over her outer pussy lips and raised his eyebrows at her. “Oh, the parts of my pussy?” she asked.
He nodded.
“I want…to know everything.”
Well, she hadn’t known a sexual anatomy class was on the table, but it made sense that he would want to know, since he’d never been with a woman before. And Christine didn’t really mind.
“Those are my outer pussy lips, baby,” she told him gently. “They protect the inner parts—the more delicate, sensitive parts inside.”
“Can I kiss? Can I…lick?” Roarn inquired, raising his eyebrows.
“Well, sure—if you want to,” Christine told him.
Roarn growled softly in apparent approval. Bending his head, he began bathing her outer pussy lips with long strokes of his velvet tongue.
Christine bit back a moan and spread her thighs a little wider for him. God, that felt good! So sensual to have his hot, wet mouth on such an intimate area!
But after a moment, it seemed this wasn’t enough for the big Monstrum. Looking up again, he caught her eyes with his.