“I love how your body is a map that guides me to the greatest prize of all. Even your scars seem to be arrows taking me in the right direction.”
Finally, praise God! She wrapped one small hand around the base of him, her fingers unable to meet around his thickness.
“This…” she murmured, licking her lips and swallowing, as if her mouth had suddenly flooded with saliva.
“How can it give me so much pleasure?”
She bent her body to nuzzle her face against the root of him, breathing in his private musk in deep, chest expanding draws.
“Mmm…you smell so delicious, my Wolfe. And here I always thought humans stunk.”
Wolfe was almost beyond coherent thought at her innocent yet torturous exploration of his body.
But he did catch the strangeness in her words.
“Humans?”
“That is, men,” she amended. “I always thought men produced repellant odors. But not you. You smell like a dream come true.”
While her face was down there, she grasped his rod tighter and kissed the base, working her lips up his stalk slowly, licking and sucking as she went.
He widened his thighs to give her better access. She took it immediately, lying down between them.
Both hands gripped his staff now, squeezing him rhythmically while her mouth explored. She lapped at his weeping cockhead slowly and thoroughly, humming again in the back of her throat, thoroughly enjoying him like a child with a rare treat.
“You taste so sweet,” she said with surprise in her voice, then licked the broad head to make certain of her pronouncement.
“This clear fluid is different from the cream. Does it feel good when I suck on you like this?”
Wolfe’s hips rose off the ground as she demonstrated what she meant. His buttocks clenched in time with her sucks, his hips undulating reflexively, trying to push a few inches deeper into her mouth, her throat.
God! He was about to explode. And she hadn’t done anything beyond holding him and sucking on his cockhead.
Where was his fabled control? He barely recognized this mindless animal that he’d become, writhing beneath her hands, bucking for release.
Just when he was so close he could feel his orgasm striking the end of his spine like a lightning bolt, she pulled off him with an audible pop.
“Tell me how you feel,” she demanded. “How am I supposed to learn how to please you if you don’t tell me?”
Fuck. If she pleased him anymore, he’d perish from the implosion.
“Take my cock deep,” he uttered low between shallow breaths.
“Into your throat.”
Miraculously, she did just that, angling her head over him just right to take him as deep as she could.
He burrowed his fingers into the hair at the back of her head, holding her there. She let him, looking up at him to indicate that she wanted him to guide her.
And so he did. Holding her head where he wanted her while he slowly pushed into her mouth, down her throat. Going slightly deeper with each pass. Until he could go no further.
He held there, only half of him inside. But it was enough to take him to the edge. Just the rapturous, flushed look on Rui’s face was enough.
He put that look there.
He made her this wanton, this desperate for his sex. His seed.
“Swallow around me,” he instructed, his voice gritty and rough, barely human.