Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 107619 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 538(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107619 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 538(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
I will touch you however you wish, he promises. Now show me your book so I know where you wish me to begin.
My nipples get hard at his words, and I’m panting when I point at the open book nearby, the two-page spread that I found so fascinating just a short time ago. It’s less fascinating now, especially with Zohr back. Zohr and his big, golden body and the way he feels over me. He’s hard all over, nothing but rippling muscles and scale-dappled skin, and the pasty, hairy people in that book can’t hold a candle to someone as beautiful as him. “They need books for people that look like you,” I whisper, sliding my hand down his shoulder and then letting my fingers move over one of the dangerous-looking spikes that jut from the backs of his arms. “It’d be a bestseller instantly.”
His thoughts rumble with amusement. I still do not understand books. My people do not have them. He lowers his head, and his hair tickles my skin. A moment later I feel his scorching mouth move over my breast. But I would gladly admire images of my beautiful mate all day long.
I don’t think I could do a book of pictures like this, even if there were the option anymore. I’m amused at the thought, though. That amusement quickly turns to lust as he tongues my nipple. I moan, holding him close against me, basking in his heat and his big, delicious body. Who needs a book about sex when you have a big gorgeous hunk of a dragon-man on top of you?
I would see this book, though. Zohr lifts his head from my breasts, eyes gleaming. He pulls the book closer and gazes down at the picture that I’ve selected, and I can feel his intense curiosity. It almost matches my squirmy discomfort.
Almost.
He licks her cunt? Zohr asks. I have not done this to you yet? He sounds surprised. I have thought of it many times. Even in my fever I did not taste you?
I’m blushing. I know it. How am I supposed to talk about this with him? In my mind, sex isn’t something you discuss, it’s just something you do. How am I supposed to have a conversation about whether or not he licked me? You did. I just…you know what? Forget it. It’s no big deal. I try to reach over him and shove the book closed.
He pulls it out of my grasp. But you liked it enough to bring it up again? Why do you act so shy?
I frown at him, trying to figure it out myself. Because it feels…intimate? Because I’m not used to asking for things? Because I worry it’ll make it that much harder to leave when we do part? “I don’t know.”
I think you do, but we do not have to discuss it now. He leans in and kisses me, slow and soft. We can discuss it after you are sighing with pleasure, my mate.
“Are you always this high-handed?” I mutter, but I’m relieved that he’s going to quit pressing me on it. I don’t like being pressured to analyze my thoughts. I’m not used to it. I’m not used to being around others. To needing them. I’m not used to asking for things and I’m not sure I like how vulnerable it makes me…
It’s far more vulnerable than any sexual act.
I only wish to pleasure you, he tells me. Not make you unhappy.
I know. That’s why I’m such a jerk. He really does just want to make me happy, it seems, and I keep messing things up. I cup his face in my hands. I’m not trying to fuck this up.
I know. He leans in and gently kisses me. You ruin nothing. You cannot help the way you feel. His eyes flare with intense gold. And since we are feeling…I am going to make you feel a great many things. He slides down my body and moves toward my thighs. Many, many good things.
I sigh, shivering at the thought. Then I’ll return the favor, I promise, playing with his hair as he kisses his way down my belly.
That makes him lift his head, confusion in his eyes. What?
“You know, take you in my mouth?”
His eyes narrow. Why would you do such a thing?
Now I’m thrown. “Why would I want to go down on you? Really? That’s what most guys want, isn’t it?” I don’t have much experience with the actual physical act, but I’ve been propositioned a lot and it usually involves some form of dick-in-mouth. “I thought all guys wanted their cock sucked.”
They do? He looks shocked. Your females want such an insult?
“Wait, how is that an insult? Because I’d be on my knees?” I’m surprised at how rigid his people think if giving a blow job freely is an insult.