“More,” he growled hoarsely. “Teach me…more, Chris-teen.”
“Oh, well, okay.” Her heart pounding, Christine propped herself up on one elbow and reached down between her legs. Using two fingers, she parted her outer pussy lips for him, exposing her sensitive inner folds.
“Gods!” Roarn couldn’t seem to tear his eyes away from her. “So…beautiful. So…wet,” he growled.
“Yes, well, I can’t help it,” Christine told him with a breathless little laugh. “Not after the way you were licking me a minute ago.”
“Want to lick and taste…more,” Roarn told her. “But first—show me.”
“Oh, the parts?” She raised her eyebrows and he nodded. “All right,” Christine told him. “Well, I don’t think we need to go into all the technical names for everything, but these are my inner lips or folds…” She parted her legs even further to give him a good look at her slippery pink inner folds and traced them lightly with one fingertip.
“Inner…” Roarn growled, nodding. “But what is this?” he inquired, pointing to the throbbing button of her clit. “We say, grr’la—‘Goddess pearl,” he added.
“Oh now that’s my clit. It feels really good, but you have to touch it very lightly,” Christine told him. She had been with men who seemed to think the clit was a magic button and if they just pressed it long enough and hard enough, sexual bliss was sure to follow. In reality—for her at least—a much lighter touch was needed.
“Can I…try?” Roarn looked at her hopefully.
“Well, sure, if you’re gentle,” Christine told him.
“Very…gentle,” he promised. Lightly, he began to circle her clit, using just one fingertip.
As it was with every time he touched her, Christine felt as though she was being caressed with the softest velvet. Moaning, she threw her head back and arched her back, loving his gentle touch.
“All right?” she heard Roarn ask her. “Not…hurt?”
“No, baby—you didn’t hurt me,” Christine reassured him. “In fact, it feels really good—you’re doing it just right.”
And indeed, he was. She was tempted to wonder if Kindred had some kind of special sixth sense that told them just how to touch a woman, because the big Monstrum was teasing her throbbing clit like a pro. He circled her with his fingertip, spreading her juices around the sensitive area, caressing lightly, as though she was made of fine china and might break if he pressed too hard.
It was exactly the way Christine liked to be touched—the indirect pressure was driving her crazy—so she moaned and bucked her hips again. But just as she was thinking she was getting close to coming, the big Kindred slid his finger lower to find the entrance of her pussy.
“This is?” he asked, looked up at her. “We call it…hrrm-salah—honey mouth,” he added.
“I guess you could call it that. That’s the…the opening to my pussy,” Christine told him breathlessly. “Go on—you can explore a little if you want,” she added, seeing that he was curious.
Slowly, Roarn slid one long, velvety finger deep inside her. Christine moaned breathlessly when she felt him hit home and bottom out.
“So tight,” Roarn marveled, fucking gently in and out of her with his finger. “So wet.”
“Because you’re making me wet, playing with me like that,” Christine told him, panting a little.
“Love…your wetness…Chris-teen,” he growled. And then, to her surprise, he withdrew his finger and sucked it into his mouth. Immediately, his eyes rolled back in his head and that low purring sound she associated with extreme pleasure rumbled up from his throat.
He looks like I do when I eat really good dark chocolate, Christine thought, watching him. Does he really like it that much?
She got her answer when the big Monstrum withdrew his finger and looked at her again.
“Chris-teen,” he said hoarsely. “Must taste you now. Need to…put my tongue…deep in…your honey mouth…and lap…your pussy.”
“All right—go ahead,” Christine whispered breathlessly. “I’m not stopping you.”
This seemed to be all the permission he needed. With a low groan, he wrapped his arms around her thighs and spread her even wider. Then, dipping his head, he pressed the tip of his tongue to the entrance of her pussy—her “honey mouth” as he had called it—and began a long, slow, upward lapping.
Christine moaned and writhed against him as his wet velvet tongue slid over her sensitive inner pussy. God, that felt so good. The slightly rough, velvety texture was almost like a sex toy—only she’d never had a toy that was also so hot and wet. And the way he was licking her—always starting at the mouth of her pussy and then dragging his tongue upward over the bump of her clit—it was almost as though he was trying to get every drop of her juices.
“Oh, Roarn, honey,” she gasped, tightening her fingers in his long hair. “That feels…feels really good. Especially when you lick my, uh, Goddess pearl.” That was what he’d said the Monstrum called it, right?