her smooth leg and stroked
her nude mound with his thumb.
“My answer relates to events in my past.
Doesn’t that break the rules?”
His second thumb joined the first, caressing
and parting. “Your body was prepared in anticipation of a husband
you chose not to marry?”
“Yes.”
“Yes, Sir,” he reminded her.
“Yes, Sir.” Why had he waited until he was
touching her most intimate flesh before he continued their
conversation? He eased one of his hands beneath her and traced the
crease of her ass. His finger hesitated over her anus and she
turned her face away. “Both men and women remove their body hair on
my home world. It’s considered barbaric not to do so.”
He grinned and teased her tightly puckered
opening. “We both know I’m barbaric.”
As if to demonstrate his claim, he lowered
his face between her thighs and traced her slit with his tongue.
His finger pressed against her anus without pushing inside. She
held perfectly still, afraid resistance would incite a show of
dominance.
He held her open with one hand and teased
her with the other. All the while his tongue flicked and stroked
the very heart of her. “Put your feet on my shoulders.” His lips
moved against her folds as he issued the directive. She shifted one
of her legs over his shoulder and he raised his head. “Not over, against . Put the soles of your feet on my shoulders and lift
your hips.”
She moved one foot into place and then the
other. Her legs spread wide and her pelvis rolled toward his mouth.
His gaze returned to her pussy, his expression intent. The hand
that had been teasing her bottom curved around her hip and held her
open from above. She blew out a premature sigh, thinking he had
lost interest in anal stimulation.
The long middle finger of his other hand
pushed into her feminine core. Thrilled by the fullness, she
squeezed him.
“Oh, you like that,” he muttered, as much to
himself as to her. He slid in and out, while he stroked her clit
with his tongue.
Distracted by the pleasurable shuttle of his
finger and the persistent flick of his tongue, she barely
registered the smooth adjustment. He pulled his finger out and
pushed his thumb in without disrupting the rhythm he’d established.
Only when his finger sneaked back and entered her other opening did
she realize what he intended.
Eased by her cream and her rising arousal,
his finger and thumb moved in tandem. His lips closed around her
clit as his thrusts grew more aggressive. She rocked against his
mouth and surrendered to the steady drive of his hand.
He sucked firmly on her clit and the
demanding pull triggered her orgasm. Pleasure surged and rippled,
then coalesced in a burst of sensation. She ground herself against
his mouth as her body pulsed around his finger and thumb. This was
savage and barbaric, utterly sexual.
She sagged against the bed, amazed and a
little leery. If this was foreplay, how much more intense would the
sensations become? He moved both hands to her ass as he feasted on
her cream. His tongue no longer teased. He lapped at her like a
hungry cat, savoring and soothing, exploring every fold and hidden
crevice of her pussy.
Her feet slid down his arms, draping her
legs over his elbows. He didn’t seem to notice as he began fucking
her with his tongue. Rana could hardly breathe. His mouth framed
her opening and his tongue slid in and out, tasting and claiming
her in a way she’d never imagined. Jaque had occasionally used his
mouth to arouse her, but this was different. Vik devoured her as if
he would starve without her.
Panting harshly, he finally raised his head.
“If I let you come again, this could go on indefinitely. You’re
addictive.”
The sincerity in his tone sent another
thrill ricocheting through her body. He honestly enjoyed giving her
pleasure even though he had yet to find release. She was humbled by
the realization. These next six days were going to be more
interesting than she ever could have dreamed.
Vihlok
her nude mound with his thumb.
“My answer relates to events in my past.
Doesn’t that break the rules?”
His second thumb joined the first, caressing
and parting. “Your body was prepared in anticipation of a husband
you chose not to marry?”
“Yes.”
“Yes, Sir,” he reminded her.
“Yes, Sir.” Why had he waited until he was
touching her most intimate flesh before he continued their
conversation? He eased one of his hands beneath her and traced the
crease of her ass. His finger hesitated over her anus and she
turned her face away. “Both men and women remove their body hair on
my home world. It’s considered barbaric not to do so.”
He grinned and teased her tightly puckered
opening. “We both know I’m barbaric.”
As if to demonstrate his claim, he lowered
his face between her thighs and traced her slit with his tongue.
His finger pressed against her anus without pushing inside. She
held perfectly still, afraid resistance would incite a show of
dominance.
He held her open with one hand and teased
her with the other. All the while his tongue flicked and stroked
the very heart of her. “Put your feet on my shoulders.” His lips
moved against her folds as he issued the directive. She shifted one
of her legs over his shoulder and he raised his head. “Not over, against . Put the soles of your feet on my shoulders and lift
your hips.”
She moved one foot into place and then the
other. Her legs spread wide and her pelvis rolled toward his mouth.
His gaze returned to her pussy, his expression intent. The hand
that had been teasing her bottom curved around her hip and held her
open from above. She blew out a premature sigh, thinking he had
lost interest in anal stimulation.
The long middle finger of his other hand
pushed into her feminine core. Thrilled by the fullness, she
squeezed him.
“Oh, you like that,” he muttered, as much to
himself as to her. He slid in and out, while he stroked her clit
with his tongue.
Distracted by the pleasurable shuttle of his
finger and the persistent flick of his tongue, she barely
registered the smooth adjustment. He pulled his finger out and
pushed his thumb in without disrupting the rhythm he’d established.
Only when his finger sneaked back and entered her other opening did
she realize what he intended.
Eased by her cream and her rising arousal,
his finger and thumb moved in tandem. His lips closed around her
clit as his thrusts grew more aggressive. She rocked against his
mouth and surrendered to the steady drive of his hand.
He sucked firmly on her clit and the
demanding pull triggered her orgasm. Pleasure surged and rippled,
then coalesced in a burst of sensation. She ground herself against
his mouth as her body pulsed around his finger and thumb. This was
savage and barbaric, utterly sexual.
She sagged against the bed, amazed and a
little leery. If this was foreplay, how much more intense would the
sensations become? He moved both hands to her ass as he feasted on
her cream. His tongue no longer teased. He lapped at her like a
hungry cat, savoring and soothing, exploring every fold and hidden
crevice of her pussy.
Her feet slid down his arms, draping her
legs over his elbows. He didn’t seem to notice as he began fucking
her with his tongue. Rana could hardly breathe. His mouth framed
her opening and his tongue slid in and out, tasting and claiming
her in a way she’d never imagined. Jaque had occasionally used his
mouth to arouse her, but this was different. Vik devoured her as if
he would starve without her.
Panting harshly, he finally raised his head.
“If I let you come again, this could go on indefinitely. You’re
addictive.”
The sincerity in his tone sent another
thrill ricocheting through her body. He honestly enjoyed giving her
pleasure even though he had yet to find release. She was humbled by
the realization. These next six days were going to be more
interesting than she ever could have dreamed.
Vihlok
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