Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 79726 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 399(@200wpm)___ 319(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79726 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 399(@200wpm)___ 319(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
It’s not like before. Not gentle, fleeting kisses, me pulling passion from her.
No. Her passion is wild as she kisses me. Her lips and tongue seek and take, and now we devour each other with the same passion. She will drive me wild. She will drive me beyond control.
My hands want to be everywhere exploring her. Memorizing the moment and her curves. The feel of her against me. I massage down her shoulders to her waist, where I squeeze her, then I get to her hips.
And encounter her pants.
I pull away from her lips only long enough to demand, “I want to see all of you. As you are.”
She nods, immediately knowing what I mean, and together, our hands fumble to get down her stretchy coverings, peeling them off and revealing the acres of gorgeous, creamy flesh I but glimpsed last night.
I twist and take us down to the ground, flapping my wings once so that we have a smooth, soft landing. She squeals in surprise as I lay us down, one of my soft, feathered wings beneath her as an extra layer of softness between her and the grassy ground.
And then, starting at her ankle, I begin to kiss up her skin.
As if to entice me even more, her skin becomes softer as I kiss up to her knee, then softer still once I make it to her thighs.
I’m so attuned to her that I hear her intake of breath, a sharp contrast to the warm summer breeze blowing against our skin and my feathers.
At first, her legs are locked tightly together. So I kiss right up the seam of them. As her little sighs continue, her legs begin to relax, and I massage up her calves and pause at the sweet flesh above her knees.
She’s so achingly soft. Though she still has the flimsy fabric covering her sex, her scent is strong and intoxicating up close. I open my mouth as I kiss her thigh, sucking and scraping my teeth just the barest bit over her soft skin.
She shudders beneath me. I feel her everywhere. Even the denser nerves in my wing she lays upon light up at the feel of her responsive movements. I suckle her skin ever more hungrily, and her hands come to my shoulders, fingernails digging in. Urging me upwards as her legs relax open.
I want to rip the fabric away from her sex. Looking up, I see a large wet spot, and her scent is heavier in the air.
I lift up from between her thighs.
“I want to taste you here,” I growl.
She looks down at me, and for one second, her breath hitches. But then she nods frantically. “Yes, please. I want that, too.”
I grin wide and then, using my hands and teeth, tear away the lacy fabric separating me from her mysteries. She shrieks a little but only widens her legs further.
And then I’m there, breathing over her glistening pink sex, hungering like a wolf to devour her.
First, I inhale, for once feeling a modicum of the patience I pretend to possess.
But only because when it comes to this perfect pleasure, I will not rush. No, I will not rush my first taste of this finest wine.
I lick straight up the center of her. Which makes her quiver and almost knocks me over with the wild, feral scent of her.
When she doesn’t immediately begin to squeal the little mewls like I heard through her door last night, I intuit that I must learn the ways to touch her. So I lift a hand experimentally, tentatively touching the flushed, pink folds of flesh.
She curves her body in toward me. As if she’s shy. But her hips also move. Seeking.
I’ve never been tentative in my life, so I make my fingers bolder, pressing my palm against her flushed sex and exploring with multiple fingers.
I can’t quite tell what I’m touching just by feel. But I know when she starts to respond to me, and I feel little nubbins amongst the softer, moist flesh. When I rub, she begins to make noises, and her hips move even more. Oh, I like that. I like that quite a lot.
Trying to memorize where my fingers are, I keep moving them and rubbing her, desperately ignoring my own shaft pulsing achingly in my pants. More of her scent perfumes the air.
I must have my mouth on her. I must taste the scent that’s been torturing me.
Finally, I drop my head between her legs, and she opens wider still to me, welcoming me in.
I lift my finger from the upper part of her sex, where I was rubbing a nubbin of nerves that seems to have her quite excited and replace it with my mouth.
If I thought she was excited before—
Her legs immediately lock around the back of my neck when my mouth closes over her there, and I start sucking. She tastes delicious, and I cannot believe she’s actually allowing me to suckle her in this bare, intimate place at the center of her. It’s so animal and intimate at the same time.