Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 79603 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79603 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
“Oh, well…” Imani bit her lip.
Shouldn’t do this, whispered a little voice in her head. But when she opened her mouth she heard herself say,
“Maybe just a little. As long as I keep my suit on, like you said, J’are.’
“Of course, Mistress,” he murmured. “I will not remove it.”
He left his place at the head of the table and Imani felt him doing something to it. After a moment, she felt it split in two and then her legs were spreading wider to offer him complete access to her pussy.
She bit her lip as she felt her pussy lips spread as well, opening like a thirsty flower. And then J’are was settling between her legs and she could feel his big, warm hands on her inner thighs. She moaned softly as he began to massage her outer pussy lips with his thumbs, rubbing gently in such a way that he was stimulating her aching clit with every move, even though he hadn’t even directly touched it.
Unable to help herself, Imani shifted her hips and tilted her pelvis, opening herself even more to his gentle caress. God, had she ever been so hot and wet and ready before? She didn’t think so but it was hard to think at all when she was feeling so aroused.
Then she felt J’are moving the thin string of her bathing suit to one side.
“J’are?” she asked uncertainly. “You said you wouldn’t remove my suit.”
“I’m not, Mistress. But in order to perform the inner massage on your Goddess pearl, I must move it to one side,” he murmured. “Is that all right?”
Goddess pearl? Imani could guess what he was talking about and she knew she ought to say no, it wasn’t all right. But she couldn’t help herself—she wanted more.
“Go ahead,” she told him softly. “Massage my Goddess pearl, J’are. I…I trust you.”
“Thank you, Imani,” he murmured, breaking character for a moment. He did something else to the table which caused the part under her lower abdomen to tilt upward, which opened her pussy even more. And then Imani felt one long finger slide into her slippery inner folds.
“Ohhhh,” she moaned as he began a slow, circular massage around her aching clit. He never quite touched her directly on her throbbing button, but the way he stroked all around her made Imani gasp and wiggle against him.
“Mistress…” J’are’s deep voice was hoarse with lust. “Your Goddess pearl appears to be very sensitive.”
“It…it is. Yes, it is,” Imani admitted breathlessly. “Why?”
“Well, because often if a traditional massage by hand is too stimulating, often an oral massage is more beneficial,” he murmured.
“You…you mean you want to…”
“Massage your pussy with my tongue.” There was hunger in his tone now—a deep desire to lap and suck and taste. “Both inside and out,” he added. “I need to lap and suck your Goddess pearl and then press my tongue deep inside your sweet little cunt channel to soothe your aches and pains.”
“Oh, J’are…” Imani knew she ought to say no but she couldn’t resist. “Do…do you really want to?” she asked hesitantly.
“I need to.” His voice was a deep, hoarse growl and she could feel his hot breath on her open pussy. “Please, Imani—let me taste you.”
They were past the pretense of it being a massage now, she realized. Now they were just a man and a woman needing each other.
Because she needed this too—how long had it been since a man had touched her? Much too long, Imani thought. And she’d never wanted a man to touch and taste her nearly as much as she wanted J’are. The big Nightwalker seemed to have found a place in her heart the first moment she’s seen him—maybe because his eyes were the same color as the eyes she had dreamed of so many nights before she’d come here to defend him.
“Yes, J’are,” she heard herself saying as she tilted her hips and spread her thighs even more. “Yes, you can…can massage me with your tongue. You can taste me.”
“Gods…” His voice was ragged with need and then she felt his face press hard between her thighs. Lying on her stomach as she was, she couldn’t reach him to hold on to him. Instead, she gripped the sides of the massage table and gasped as she felt his tongue lash over her sensitive clit. He lapped her over and over and then drew back to press deep into her channel, as though he wanted to taste her juices straight from the source.
Imani moaned and writhed helplessly on the table. She’d never expected to be in this position with the big Nightwalker—so helpless and hot as he satiated his hunger for her. But at that moment, she didn’t even care how vulnerable she felt—that was part of the experience—part of the pleasure. She just wanted it to never end.