Total pages in book: 127
Estimated words: 119764 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 599(@200wpm)___ 479(@250wpm)___ 399(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 119764 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 599(@200wpm)___ 479(@250wpm)___ 399(@300wpm)
I love her taste. I love the soft sounds she makes when my tongue moves over her, and I kiss and sample each fold, each nook, every flushed mouthful of skin. I suck on one part, graze my teeth over another, and wait for her subtle signals. “Good?” I ask when she’s quiet for too long. “Or stop?”
She makes a ragged, needy sound and reaches between us, spreading her folds with her fingertips. “I don’t mean to be bossy, but could you kiss me…here?”
Bossy. It’s on the tip of my tongue to ask her to explain, but then I see the flushed nub that she’s pointed out, protruding from the apex of her cunt. She can explain later, I decide, and lower my head to taste her at this new spot.
This time, when my lips close around her, Dakota nearly jumps up from the floor. The fingers casually wound in my hair turn into a vise. “More!”
Aha.
Bossy.
CHAPTER 73
DAKOTA
My head is my own worst enemy. I can’t stop stressing over the differences in our bodies as Murr goes down on me. Is he going to find me too hairy? Too pale? Not muscular enough? My arms and legs are covered with a variety of tiny scratches from hunting, from kittens, from whatever, and a lot of them have left small scars. I haven’t shaved anything in years. I’m comfortable in my own skin, but what if he doesn’t like what he sees? So my brain frets and stresses as he kisses between my thighs, and it’s hard to really let go and enjoy myself.
But I don’t want him to think he’s doing a bad job, either. So I give him a bit of direction.
That’s all it takes.
He eagerly feasts on my clit as if I’ve given him the keys to the palace. He sucks and laps at it with abandon, and it’s impossible for me to remain stuck in my head. All my worries disappear under his enthusiastic mouth, until I’m clenching and grinding against his face, on the precipice of an orgasm. Murr drags his tongue over my clit with long, sweeping strokes, and I whimper with each one. It’s almost enough. Almost. Almost. Almost…
“Fingers,” I wheeze. “Give me your fingers. Inside me.”
He pushes into me with one finger, then two, shuttling them like he would his cock. I want to tell him to crook them, to hit my G-spot, but before I can, his mouth is back on my clit, and he’s working me with both hand and mouth.
It’s enough. I shatter with a hoarse cry, my body clenching with the force of my release. Murr continues to lick and pump his fingers into me, dragging the orgasm out in the most delicious way, until I’m squirming against his mouth and ready for him to stop. I push at his forehead with a low moan, and he chuckles, giving my inner thigh one last kiss. “Bossy good.”
I laugh at that. I feel spent, gasping for air, but loose and relaxed in body. It’s been a long time since I’ve had a really good, toe-clenching orgasm. I haven’t been with a man since the Before, and while I have a few toys furtively stashed away in my bags, finding the privacy is another thing entirely. This was very needed, and very, very enjoyable. I caress his face with one shaky hand. “You’re amazing, Murr.”
He grins, chasing my fingers and nipping the tips. While I recover, he keeps kissing me, leisurely roaming over my thighs and belly, pressing his lips to my skin. It makes me hungry for more, and when he moves up to kiss my mouth, I fling my arms around his neck and lock my legs around his hips.
“Inside me?” I ask, rocking up against his body suggestively.
Murr kisses my mouth again, tasting like me. His hand moves between us, touching my core briefly before he shifts his weight, his body surging upward. Then he’s pressing into me, filling me with his length, and it steals the breath from my lungs.
I knew he was big, but I didn’t realize how big. It’s not painful, just startling enough to make my tongue glue to the roof of my mouth. He lets out a hiss as he sinks into me, and I touch him. “You ok?”
“Amazing,” he grits. “Incredible. Life…” He trails off, forgetting the rest.
I clench tight around him, just because I can. “Good.”
He groans, drawing back and then surging into me again. It feels incredible, deep and marvelous and scratching that itch that only truly deep penetration can reach. I hold onto him as he starts a rhythm, moving in and out of me with slow, sure motions. He’s so big, his skin so warm that I can feel the heat of him shuttling in and out of me. The ridges that adorn his cock make every motion exquisite, and it doesn’t take long before I’m matching his movements, lost in the need for another orgasm.