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)
"Then do not look," I say quickly, a new idea coming to me. "Trust me."
"Don't look? How can I not look?"
I do not know if it is done, but if I can mate her while she is on her back, surely my mate on her belly will produce the same results. This way, she will not have to watch me push into her, and perhaps her fear will lessen. So I touch her chin. "Do you trust me?"
She trembles, but after a moment she nods. "I love you. I want this—us—to work."
"Then trust me." I kiss her gently, even though every bone in my body is screaming for me to toss her onto her back and climb over her. "Do you?"
"Yes."
"Then get onto your belly for me." Just saying the words aloud makes heat pour through me, as if I have stepped into the fire. It has a similar effect on her. She whimpers but does as I command, rolling onto her stomach and presenting me with her rounded ass. She places her cheek against the furs and looks over at me, waiting.
Beautiful.
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A’TAM
With a pleased growl, I get on my knees. The moment I do, she trembles, and I run my hands over her body, stroking her. "I will say what I am doing every step of the way," I promise her. "There will be no surprises."
She relaxes a little as I caress her, eyes closing. "That feels good. I love how strong your hands are."
I glance down at my hands, but they just look like hands to me. Still, her words please me. "I like that you enjoy my touch." I stroke up and down her spine. "I am going to lift your hips."
Br'chit makes a nervous sound. "I can do that, you know." She gets up on her knees, her face still low to the blankets. The position raises her bottom into the air.
The sight is enough to make me think of pottery again. "Mud," I mutter as I palm her buttocks. "Broken pottery. Shards. Ash. Lots of ash." She gives a little giggle and wiggles her bottom at me, and I groan. "I am going to push your thighs apart, Br'chit. If you hurt or are afraid, tell me to stop and I will."
"I'm okay," she says softly.
Entranced, I run my hands over her flanks again and then nudge her legs wide, moving between them. My cock is so close to her entrance that just the sight makes fresh pre-cum leak down the head. I keep my hands on her soft skin, rubbing, since she seems to like that. Her bottom is in the air, and I can see the pucker of her bottom, and underneath that, the wet seam of her cunt, swollen and pink. Beautiful.
"I have you," I promise her as I rub her soft skin.
"I know."
I take myself in hand. "I am going to touch my cock to your cunt," I tell her. Perhaps if I rub it against her folds, she will grow used to the feel of me against her skin. "I will not put it inside you yet."
She shifts on the furs. "All right."
I press the head of my cock against her folds and…nearly lose control. My breath bellows and I take deep, gulping lungfuls as I struggle to control myself. Not yet. Not yet. I squeeze an eye open as I slick the head through her softness, because I have to watch. I have to look at the sight of my mate's pretty, swollen cunt rubbing against my cock.
Br'chit makes a noise and glances back at me, her body tensing.
"Do not look if it will scare you," I remind her. "My cock is big, but no bigger than any other male's. If you do not look, it will not frighten you."
"Says the man who hasn't had it rearranging his insides," she mutters, but she shifts her weight on her knees and closes her eyes again. "Are you going to put it in?"
"I am. Just…relax." I know what I ask is impossible, but feeling her tense under my hands is frustrating, because if her body is tight, there is no way I will be able to do this without hurting her.
"Right. Relaxing." She takes a deep, deep breath and then sighs, some of the tension slipping out of her.
I rub her bottom again, my hands making circles as I knead her soft flesh. I whisper to her all the things I am doing as I run my hand up the inside of her thigh and press my fingers into the well of her cunt again. She is still not as wet as I would like, so I tell her all the things I have dreamed about doing to her and I play with her clit until she is slick once more. When she is ready, I rub my wet hand up and down my cock, because surely a little more slickness cannot hurt things, and press the head against her entrance.