He laughs, supporting me as I try to pull one boot off. “Because they’re not reality, love. I’m glad you’re finally seeing that.” When I yank on my boot unsuccessfully, he drops to his knees in front of me and works it off my foot with his hands. He removes the other while I keep a balancing hand on top of his head, and then tugs the rest of my clothing off of my ankles. His hands slide up the backs of my legs, his gaze locked on the apex of my thighs, and he’s no longer laughing.
Neither am I.
Matty cups my buttocks and leans in, pressing a kiss just below my belly button. “My mate. My beautiful, deadly Helen.”
Mmm, I love being called “deadly.” I stroke my hands over his horns, gasping when he nuzzles lower, his tongue stroking over my folds and then seeking deeper. He laps at the topmost bump nestled in the folds of my pussy, tapping it with the tip of his tongue and I moan, my knees getting weak.
He just makes a low groan in his throat and latches onto me, licking my pussy with wet drags of his tongue, his hands holding me tighter even as he tugs my legs apart.
Whimpering, I clutch at his horns and the next thing I know, my feet are off the ground and Mathiras is maneuvering me onto my back, his mouth perpetually locked over my pussy. My legs go into the air and he never lets go of me for a moment, ravenously tonguing me. Oh sweet mercy. Gripping his horns tight, I hold on like they’re a lifeline as Mathiras devours me.
His tongue strokes hungrily over my sensitive row of clitorises as he whispers my name. “Been too long since I’ve touched you,” he tells me. “Since I’ve had this cunt on my face.” He licks me again, light and flicking. “Since I’ve buried my mouth in these folds. Since I kissed each one of these little clits. You taste so keffing good, Helen, I’ve half a mind to just sit here all night and lick your cunt until it’s time to go. They’ll have to pull me off of you, because I can’t let a bit of this taste go to waste.”
My hips jerk and I arch up against his mouth. His breath against my skin is as much of a tease as his hot words. “We’d better have sex tonight,” I manage, gasping. “I’ve waited too long.”
“You want that?” he asks between strokes of his tongue over my most sensitive parts, making me crazy. “You want me to fill this pretty cunt up with my cock? To make you my mate in all ways? You want me to claim you?”
Oh my god, his words sound like something from the vids and I get it now. It’s so damned sexy it’s making me crazy. I rock against his mouth, frantic for more as he gives me another teasing lick and then nips at one of my folds. “Please claim,” I pant. “Please, please please.”
He rubs a finger against the seam of my sex, teasing it deeper and into the entrance of my body even as his mouth closes over my cunt again.
I cry out, frantic with need. Bucking against his face, I hold on tightly to his horns as he pumps his finger inside me and sucks on my clits. I’m so close to an orgasm that I’m heedless to everything except the need to come. I arch up against him, over and over again, babbling frantically as I demand that he make me come.
This time, Mathiras doesn’t respond. He just hollows his cheeks and sucks harder, his tongue teasing against the side of that long, too-sensitive row of clits.
Release sears through me, hard and fast, and I’m left gasping as every muscle in my body squeezes tight with pleasure. He murmurs words of praise as I quiver and tremble with my release, his tongue lapping at me in lazy strokes as he fucks me with his finger. It’s like he’s reluctant to let go of me, even when my legs draw up and I try to push his face away.
“Mine,” he growls, and gives me another possessive lick. “This pussy is mine.”
And then he licks a hard stripe up the line of sensitive bumps on my sex, and I come all over again, the climax rippling through me like a wave.
By the time I finally come down, I’m panting as if I’ve run across the entire ship, and my skin is sheened in a mist of sweat. I stare up at the flowers and leaves crawling up each other in the terrarium, and I think this must be the best place in the universe. “Oh Matty,” I breathe, my hips jerking as he continues to tongue me. “This is the best place in the universe, isn’t it?”