Devin returns a moment later, wiping her hands on a towel, and I immediately pull her against me, kissing her deeply. She moans against my mouth, her tongue seeking mine out with a hot, wet caress. Kef, I nearly lose control every time she kisses me like that, all open-mouthed and hungry. How did I ever think kissing was disgusting?
With Devin, it’s intense pleasure.
I cup her face, kissing her over and over again, licking into her soft mouth as she makes sounds of pleasure in her throat. I slide my hands to her tunic, running my fingers over the fabric and looking for auto-fasteners. I can’t find any. Frowning, I break the kiss and study the front of her tunic—it’s an over-the-head job, tied at her waist with a delicate scarf. “Help me get you naked?”
“Of course.” She pulls off the scarf in a teasing motion, letting it flutter through the air. Then she shrugs her shoulders, working the tunic up and over her head. A moment later, she tosses it aside, her breasts swaying as she turns around to face me again. I rub my mouth, fascinated by the little dance she’s doing. Is this to entice me? Does she realize she could sneeze and I’d find it erotic?
I watch as she bends at the waist, shimmying forward until her trou are pooled at her bare feet. When she’s naked, she straightens again, her hands smoothing over the mounds of her breasts and pausing before she drops her hands to her sides.
Aha. Breasts. They’ve got enticing little tips, and I bet those are sensitive. With that goal in mind, I move in close. This time when I kiss her, we’re skin to skin, her soft breasts brushing against my chest. She moans, scraping her nipples along my front, and I know a hint when I see one. I cup one breast in my hand, teasing the tip with my thumb. “Like this?”
“Yes, please,” she whispers, arching against my touch. Devin’s eyes flutter closed and she clings to me, her arms around my neck as I kiss her cheekbone and move up to her ear, toying with the mound of her breast the entire time. The nipple tightens and firms under my touch, and she lets out a whimper when I scrape my thumbnail lightly over it.
“Can I suck on these?”
That elicits a moan from Devin, and she nods, her nails digging into my skin.
With that, I pick her up in my arms and retreat a few steps backward, sitting on the edge of the bed. I settle her in my lap, and she slides one leg over each of my thighs, straddling me. Her breasts are much closer, but still too far away due to our height difference, and I lift one to my mouth, angling the tip towards my lips.
She gasps, arching again, and sits up a little higher, giving me more access to her breasts. Not that I need it—I can feed her breast to my mouth, sucking and licking at that taut nipple. I love the way she squirms as I do so, love the way she can’t seem to stay still, her hips moving and her fingers digging into my hair, clutching at my horns. “Sinath,” she breathes, and I give one nipple a teasing bite—just a light one—and I’m rewarded with her moan and the thick scent of her arousal perfuming the air. “Oh, god, that feels good, Sinath.”
“Hold on to my neck,” I tell her, sliding the hand I have on her lower back to the front of her and delving between her thighs. I want to pleasure her in as many ways as possible, all at once. If I can toy with her pretty nipples and tease her clit at the same time, all the better.
Devin inhales sharply when I stroke a finger through her folds. She’s incredibly wet, and I stroke that wetness over her skin, moving it to her clit so I can roll it against my fingertip. Her head tilts back, and she rocks against my hand, lost in the moment. It’s only when she moves faster and harder against me that I realize she’s about to come and I haven’t tasted her yet.
That seems like a crime.
I pull my hand away and she makes a needy sound, holding on to me tighter. Her eyes are unfocused with pleasure, so soft and pretty I could get lost in their depths. “No, Sinath, please, I’m so close.”
“I want to taste you,” I tell her. “I want my mouth on you when you come.”
Her eyes widen and she leans in and kisses me. “Okay, I changed my mind. I wantthat.”
Oh, thank kef. Grinning, I grab her by the waist and flip our bodies around. This time, she’s lying flat on her back on the bed and I get to my knees on the floor in front of it. Her legs dangle over the sides and look awkward, so I hitch them over my arms and then put my mouth on her before she can change her mind.
It’s bliss.
She’s hot and wet and musky, and the taste is incredible. My tail twitches, and I realize I’m hard all over again. Devin cries out the moment my tongue touches her skin and she puts a hand between her thighs. At first I think she’s going to push me away, but she parts her folds with her fingers, exposing all her sweet, juicy bits to me and I groan. How is she so keffing perfect? I love that she’s just as eager for me to lick her as I am.
Hungrily, I lap at her cunt, licking her folds and teasing her clit with my tongue before dipping down to the entrance of her body. She breathes my name. “Sinath. Oh god.” She rocks against my tongue when I dip into her channel. “You-you don’t have to—”
“I want to. I want to stay down here for hours,” I tell her between long, sultry licks.
She whimpers again, her fingers grazing her clit, and her thighs quiver against my arms. “You…like going down on me?”
“Kef, yes. You taste incredible. Like my favorite noodle, but better.”
Devin pauses and then giggles wildly. She lifts her head. “Did-did you just compare eating my pussy to your favoritenoodle?”
“Is that bad?” I lick her clit again, watching her expression as I tongue her. “I love noodles. Almost as much as I love this.”
Her hips jerk as I press a kiss to her clit, and I realize she likes the feel of my lips over it. I take the small bud into my mouth and suck like I did her nipple, and she trembles, gasping. This time, when I realize she’s about to come, I don’t stop. I keep licking and sucking on her clit as she pushes against me.
When she comes, it’s a thing of beauty. Her face contorts, her mouth falling open, and her eyelids flutter as it sweeps over her. I’ve never seen anything as gorgeous as Devin in this moment, and I keep licking and teasing her, even when she makes another one of those hungry little sounds in her throat and keeps pushing against my mouth. She comes again, the second orgasm hard on the first as I keep working her cunt, and this time I’m rewarded with a fresh burst of her wet release.
“Wait,” she tells me, gasping. “Wait. Need a moment.”
I lift my head and press a kiss to the inside of her thigh, watching as she recovers. Her chest rises and falls rapidly, her breasts heaving, and I love the view from here. I’m dimly aware of my own need tearing at me, at the hard pipe that my cock has become, of the pre-cum slicking the head, but I don’t care. In this moment, all I want is Devin’s release, Devin’s pleasure. Now I know why she reaches for me first. It’s greedy and delicious to make the other person come apart. I feel keffing powerful with her disheveled and sweaty in my arms. I want to make her lose control all over again. I meant it when I told her I could stay here for hours. Licking the taste of her off my lips only fuels my hunger for her. I kiss my way back over to Devin’s cunt again and dip the tip of my tongue against her clit.