Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 85553 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 428(@200wpm)___ 342(@250wpm)___ 285(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85553 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 428(@200wpm)___ 342(@250wpm)___ 285(@300wpm)
But I still have that grease with me…
I slide a hand down to Skarr’s buttock and squeeze it. “How are your cocks feeling? All emptied out?”
He nuzzles against my neck. “Hardly. I have more stamina than that, female.”
My lips twitch at his disgruntled tone. “Oh, I don’t doubt.” I trace a circle lightly on the skin of one buttock. “Want to have sex again?”
“Already?” He lifts his head and grins down at me. “You are hungry for more?”
I nod, giving him a flirty look. “Have you ever thought about putting both of your cocks into me at the same time?”
He groans, resting his forehead upon mine. “Constantly in my filthiest dreams.”
“Well…I have some grease that is safe to use on you and on me. I wonder if you could fit both of your cocks inside my pussy at once…and what it’d feel like.”
“In the same…spot?” His eyes glaze over as he imagines it. “Will your body take it?”
“You can grease me up and we can find out.” I’ve never thought of myself as particularly adventurous in bed but being with Skarr makes me want to try all kinds of wild things. To think that I ran from his cocks initially and now I’m begging him to stuff them both into me at once. “But only if you’re comfortable with it.”
Skarr gives me a fierce kiss. “I am very much comfortable with it. Tell me what to do.”
I get up and retrieve the tiny container of grease I’d brought along just in case we needed it for skis. It’s made from herbs and animal fats, but through my embarrassing conversation with Veronica, I know it won’t give me bad reactions, either. That others use this exact formula when they need a lubricant in the furs. I was mortified the other day but I’m grateful now, and I move back to him, handing over the small pot. “Want to grease me up? I’ll do you and you do me?”
“Is there a best way to do it?” he asks, dipping his fingers into the pot and then rubbing the slickness between his fingers. “I am not familiar with such things, though I have greased myself before a battle to make it more difficult for my opponent to grab me.”
Why does that sound incredibly sexy? I’m envisioning Skarr, his sleek body gleaming, as another man tries to put his arms around him and they slip away. It’s an erotic mental image and I’m dying to suggest we have some naked greased wrestling at some point…but for now, I want to try this. I’m already aching with the need for him to fill me again.
Resonance is potent.
I sit on the furs and recline back, propping up on my elbows. My knees are up slightly and when he greases his fingers a bit more, I spread my legs in silent invitation. Heat flares in his gaze and he groans, looking up at me. “You smell like me.”
“Good.”
Skarr makes another incoherent sound of pleasure and his tongue snakes out, the forked tip tasting the air, and I wonder if he can smell me like that, too. Don’t snakes scent through their tongues? I shiver, intrigued as he presses his hand between my legs, teasing my flushed, wet skin. I’m already messy from our prior round of lovemaking but I don’t care. Judging from the hungry look in his eyes, Skarr doesn’t either.
He pushes his fingers into my channel, stroking in and out. My body makes wet noises, as if trying to suck on his fingers. He teases my clit with his thumb, and my legs tremble at how good this feels, the gentle glide of his digits slipping into me and then back out again. He adds a third finger to the first two, and then a fourth, looking up at me to see my reaction.
I just moan and nod, spreading my thighs a little wider. “Can I grease you, too?”
Skarr nods, shifting his weight and pointing his cocks toward me. His hand leaves my pussy and I want to cry at the loss of it. It doesn’t matter that his body temperature is slightly lower than mine—I love the way his cool fingertips glide over my skin. He sits back on his haunches, watching me, and I’m tempted to just plant my face in his lap and suck on him, playing with one cock while I tease the other.
“God, I love your body,” I whisper as I crawl over to him.
His gaze brightens with my compliment, and part of me wonders if he hypes himself up so much because of uncertainty. Like he has to put on a front to assure the others that he’s just as strong and capable as the rest of them. It makes him a little more vulnerable in my eyes and makes me fall a lot harder.