Total pages in book: 118
Estimated words: 106646 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 533(@200wpm)___ 427(@250wpm)___ 355(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 106646 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 533(@200wpm)___ 427(@250wpm)___ 355(@300wpm)
"I hate this," Br'chit says softly.
I freeze in alarm. "My touch?"
Her eyes fly open and she looks at me in surprise. "No. That this feels so good and I want you so much, but I'm freaking out."
Never have I felt greater relief. I slide my hands to her thighs, rubbing up and down their length. "Then stop being afraid. Come and sit on my face. I will make you feel even better."
She squirms, and there is the barest hint of her arousal in the air. "Are you sure, A'tam? I might be heavy—"
"My nose is strong."
A giggle escapes her. "Not the most romantic words a girl can hear, but effective."
I like that I can still make her laugh. Grinning, I rub small, gentle circles onto her bare skin. She still wears her fluffy skirt, but it is short enough that I can push it up and get to the treasures underneath. "What are you waiting for?"
She makes a frustrated face. "I'm not even sure. Just overthinking again."
"You need to be more like me. Do not think at all," I say. Br'chit chuckles, and when she does, I take that opportunity and haul her forward, until she is seated right over my heart and her knees are against my ears. "Come," I say softly. "I have the perfect seat for you."
Her lips part, and hot arousal flashes in her eyes. Her khui sings with newfound intensity. I say nothing, letting it be her decision. I do not wish to force this on her. I want it to be her choice, so she is not afraid of my touch.
Br'chit laughs again, but the sound is more nervous than anything. She lifts her bottom and moves forward, just a little. "Are you sure you want this?"
"I have wanted nothing more," I reassure her. As she eases her body forward, the scent of her envelops me and I groan. Her smell makes my khui go mad in my chest, and it thrums with eager anticipation. My mouth waters as I breathe in her musk and her thighs frame my cheeks. Her cunt is less than a handspan from my mouth, and my impatience gets the best of me. I can wait no longer.
With my hands on her bottom, I drag Br'chit down to my mouth and lick.
She makes a startled noise and then shudders as my tongue drags over her skin, from the pucker of her bottom all the way to the bump of her clit. "Oh, Jesus Christ," she whimpers. "That is so damn wrong."
"Why?" I nuzzle at her cunt, rubbing my nose through her folds before dragging my tongue through her softness again. "I love this."
"It…" she pants. "It's…not really wrong…just…figure of speech." Her voice trembles as she tries to answer me, and she rocks her hips down against my face. "You…do you like this?"
"This is how I want to wake up every morning," I reassure her. "Your steamy cunt over my mouth and your taste all over my beard."
Br'chit whimpers.
Her fuzzy skirt is in the way, though. It tickles my nose and blocks my view of her fascinating teats, so I grab a handful of the fabric and drag it up, revealing the tuft of fur between her thighs and more soft skin. I glance up and she is leaning forward, her teats dangling in the air and her mane disheveled and falling across her shoulders. The look on her face is one of sheer concentration as I lick her again, the tip of my tongue seeking out the entrance to her core.
There.
Just a hint of wetness to be found there, but it is a start.
Br'chit moans, her body twitching against my tongue. "A'tam, your tongue…oh, it feels so good."
Pottery, I remind myself. Pottery shards in the pit. Broken pottery and Br'chit's sad face at the realization of hours of work wasted. Pottery. Pottery.
"So soft," I murmur between licks. "So fragrant." And I tease my tongue deeper into her sweet heat, licking at the entrance to her core. I am rewarded with a reflexive jerk of her hips and another moan, too.
"Oh," she breathes.
I keep licking, driving my tongue deeper into her heat, and slide one hand to the front of her mound, where her folds begin and her clit is nestled. I rub my thumb against it, even as I lick harder at her cunt. She whimpers, and I am rewarded with the taste of her body. She relaxes a little against me, softening, and her movements become bolder.
"A'tam." She draws my name out as she says it, half-sigh and half-demand. "I can't…"
She does not finish the statement, and I ignore it. She is the one seated atop my questing tongue. She could push off of me at any moment. Instead, she grinds down harder against my mouth, and my cock throbs in response.