11
MEGAN
A fter I finish cleaning my hands, I lean forward and give him a brief kiss. Maybe it’s the girl in me that
wants to see how he reacts when I try to kiss him with cum-breath, but he kisses me back just as
eagerly, just as hungry as before. He doesn’t care about the taste on my lips, and that makes me sigh with pleasure. He’s rapidly climbing the charts here, and is quickly becoming my best bed partner ever…and we haven’t even had official sex yet.
I kiss him again, just because I’m feeling needy, and he brushes a lock of hair off my face. “My beautiful Meh-gan,” he murmurs, gazing at me with a look of pure adoration.
“I’m going to grab a drink of water,” I say, giving him one last peck on the lips before crawling over to the food and water set out for us. “You want anything? Hungry?”
“Hungry?” he echoes, and then a mischievous look curls his smile. “Ravenous.”
Now my toes are the ones curling.
Cashol watches me with heavy-lidded eyes as I take a few bites of food and drink two cups full of water.
I’m practically squirming as I do, because just the way he watches me turns me on. The beat of the drums— still going—pulses through me and only adds to my heightened arousal. I’ve never been more turned on in my life.
I really hope he doesn’t want to just cuddle after this. I might scream if he suggests going slow one more time.
“Are you done eating?” he finally asks when I set down the cup.
I nod, and he gestures that I should come to him. I practically scramble over to his side, moving as close as I can to his big, naked form. My breasts brush up against him and I gasp at how good it feels. It makes me lean in even more, so, so eager to be touched.
He leans in close, brushing his nose against mine. “Hello,” he murmurs.
“Hi.” Please touch me. I want to shove my tits into those big, impressive hands, I’m aching so badly.
“Can I undress you?” he asks, leaning in to kiss me.
I fling my arms around his neck and slam my mouth against his, hungry. He kisses me, a chuckle escaping him, and then his hands go to my loincloth. He hisses when his fingers skate along the edge of it, because I’m so wet that I’ve soaked the darn thing. “Look at how juicy your cunt is for me,” he says, and I practically come just hearing that.
“Please, please touch me,” I whisper aloud, caressing his cheek. “I’m so turned on right now.”
“From touching me?” He groans, then kisses me again even as he flings my loincloth aside. His hands cup my ass and flex, and he nips at my lower lip. “You are going to make me hard all over again, Meh-gan.”
“Good,” I breathe. “Good. I want that.”
He groans again, and then kisses my neck, moving lower. “Lie back for me.”
As if I have to be asked twice. Eager, I move onto my back on the furs, practically quivering with anticipation as he looms over me.
Cashol’s big hands smooth over my shoulders, then slide down my arms. “You have a lot more curves than a sa-khui female,” he admits. “It is fascinating to see.”
“Boobs,” I pant.
“What?” His eyes meet mine.
I grab one of his big hands and plant it right onto my left breast. Even just that touch makes me practically come out of my skin and I whimper with pleasure.
“Aaah. What can I do to them?” He moves his hand over my breast slowly, as if trying to determine the best way to touch me.
“Whatever you want,” I manage. “Kiss. Lick. Bite. Squeeze. Don’t care. It’ll feel good.” I’m panting as I rattle off his options. “You can shove your cock between them and fuck if you want to.”
He groans, and then his head drops between my breasts, and all I see are horns and thick hair. “That is another thing I never imagined…”
“Stick with me. I’ll show you things.” I wiggle under him. “Just…please, touch me.”
He rubs his nose in the valley between my breasts, and I let out a little needy cry when he slides over to the mound of one, brushing his lips against my skin. He kisses his way over, exploring slowly, and I feel like the biggest jerk in the world because I want to grab his head and push him over to my nipple, to just shove the darn thing into his mouth so he’ll lick it and end this aching torture. His breath fans across skin as he hovers over my nipple and I arch, groaning.
Seriously. Why is he not touching my nipples? Didn’t he hear what I said? Panting, I open my eyes, and realize he’s watching me with a hungry, sly expression on his face. He’s teasing me. Oh god. That is so, so infuriating…and so, so sexy.
“So cruel,” I mutter, and grab his horns, dragging his head down.
He chuckles, and then his lips close over the tip of one of my breasts and I swear, I nearly come unglued at that touch. I’m moaning loud, writhing under him, and when his other hand goes to capture my other breast, I can’t take it. I’m a wild woman as he teases one breast with that glorious, ridged tongue, and then moves to the other. I babble his name and gasp and make all kinds of ridiculous noises, lost in my arousal, and so close to coming that I feel like I’ll shatter if he doesn’t push me over the edge soon.
As if he can read my mind, he gives my nipple a gentle pinch with his fingers and then begins to kiss lower on my belly.
“Oh god,” I moan. “Oh Cashol, are you going to do that for me?”
He kisses all the way down my stomach and then eases one of my thighs over his shoulder. I’m so wet that the air feels cold the moment he parts them, my skin tingling with anticipation. Heck, all of me is tingling with anticipation.
“My mate,” he murmurs. “This is the pleasure I have been waiting for.”
I want to ask what it was he thinks I just did for him when he was deep in my throat, but then his mouth is on my pussy and the breath hisses from my throat. I spread my legs wide, hooking my other ankle around his side as he drags that strong, ridged tongue over my pussy. It’s clear he’s learning me with his mouth, exploring my folds and nuzzling the curls of my sex as he tries different touches. The tip of his tongue flicks against the entrance to my core and then he moans, his arms tightening around me.
“So good,” he says between probing, deep licks. “You taste so good, Meh-gan.”
I squirm against his tongue, trying to push it deeper. I’m so hollow inside, so achy. I want to be filled up so badly, to get this endless, exquisite torture over with and get the orgasm I so richly deserve. God, do I want that orgasm. “Fingers,” I pant, even though I swore to myself I wouldn’t push him. It seems that the moment the arousal hits, I turn into the pushiest of women. “Use your fingers, Cashol.”
“Where?” He licks me again.
“Inside me.”
One slips deep and I whimper, because it instantly feels so much better and it’s still not enough. “More.”
Just like that, he adds a second. He pulls out, then pushes in slowly. “You are so tight. So tight and wet.”
He groans, lifting his fingers to his mouth and sucking them clean before dipping them into my core once more. “I want to taste all of you.”
I rock my hips, nearly coming out of my skin. “Please. Please.”
He thrusts deep with his fingers again, and this time, his mouth lands on the holy grail—my clit. My legs jerk and spasm, and I cry out as he begins to circle it with the tip of his tongue, just like I’d shown him with his fingers earlier. It’s too much, and I’m so worked up that the orgasm bursts through me, my entire body shivering and locking up. He groans and continues to work my clit, his fingers pushing into me with slick, wet noises. “Meh-gan,” he growls, and he sounds so damn sexy. “Meh-gan. My Meh-gan.”
A little sigh escapes me as I come down from my orgasm. I twitch every time his tongue strokes over my clit, his fingers pumping into me. “God, that was amazing.” Just like that, he’s at the top of the bed partner list.
My big blue mate growls again and looks up at me even as he licks my clit, his mouth buried between my thighs. I shiver all over again, wondering if I’m greedy enough to let him work me to another orgasm just like this. But eating each other out—no matter how incredible—won’t help resonance. And Cashol has that heated look in his eyes as he gazes up at me.
“Are you hard again?” I ask him, breathless.
He nods, his tongue swiping against my skin in the most lewd and erotic movement ever. “Very.”
“Still shy?”
Cashol gives me the most heated of looks, his eyes so intense it shivers up my spine. “No.”
I tug on his arm. “Then come make love to your mate. Come and fill me up.”
He leans over and bites the inside of my thigh, and a shudder ripples through me. “You want my cock in that hot, tight little cunt of yours?”
Oh god, I do now. I nod eagerly, tugging on his horns. “Yes. God, yes.”
He moves up over me, looming enormous as he leans in and kisses me. “Are you sure, my mate? I can hold out—”
But why? I put a hand to his cheek and kiss him, hard, even as I wrap my legs around him. “Now, Cashol.
Please.”
He nods, and then his big body stiffens as he puts a hand between my thighs, guiding his cock to my entrance. His gaze is locked to my face, as if he’s waiting for me to scream for him to stop, to tell him to hold off, but I want this so badly. I need his cock. It doesn’t matter that I just had the best orgasm of my life—I’m pulsing with anticipation and ready for another. “Give me a baby,” I whisper.
Give me security.
Cashol groans, and instead of inching into me as I expect him to do as a shy man, he thrusts deep. I suck in a breath as he pushes himself to the hilt inside me, and his spur rubs right into place next to my clit.
He freezes on top of me, every muscle tensing. “Meh-gan? Are you…did I hurt you?”
I’m overwhelmed for a moment, my head buzzing as if my brain has fried. He’s so big, so deep and big that I feel as if my entire body is adjusting for his length. I’ve dated guys that didn’t feel like much of anything inside me, but oh god, this is not like that at all. He’s so big and thick that every nerve ending feels as if it’s twitching right now, and when he shifts his weight over me, his spur rubs against the side of my clit.
Did I think the last orgasm was the best one ever? I think I’m about to be proven wrong.
“Meh-gan?” Cashol’s panting, worried, his face contorted with strain. Even so, he reaches up and gently brushes his knuckles over my cheek. “Should I move?”
I moan at the thought. “Yes. Move. Moving is good.” He slides out of me and I yelp, clinging to his shoulders. “No, no—move inside me.”
Cashol hesitates. “I am not hurting you?”
“Fuck no.” I arch my hips, trying to encourage him to return. Now that he’s gone I feel so damn hollow.
“Come back. I want you.”
He groans and then his hand is back between us, brushing over my core a split second before he thrusts deep again. I gasp, my nails digging into his suede-soft skin.
“Oh fuck, that’s really good,” I whisper. “Oh, Cashol.”
“I am here,” he tells me, and sinks deep again, as if he’s a damn natural. I suck in a little breath with his next thrust, and then it’s like he can’t stop himself. He repeats himself over and over again. “Here,” he murmurs. “Here. Here.” With every word, he pumps deep into me, and then he’s moving faster and harder, until we’re slamming up against each other. “Here, Meh-gan.”
I put a hand to the back of his neck. “I have you.”
He groans and pushes deeper, one hand locking at my hips. It feels like he’s bottoming out, hitting so deep that there’s a twinge of pain with the pleasure, but I’m so wrapped up I don’t care. He’s shuttling so fast that I can’t possibly keep up with moving my hips, so I just arch against him and hold on for the ride.
Cashol makes a choking sound, his body stiffening over me, and when a hot warmth floods my insides, I realize that he’s come already, and I’m left hanging. I stroke his back, murmuring sweet words to him as he clenches, lungs moving like bellows, through the orgasm. He finally collapses on top of me and my thighs twitch, because I’m so close to my own release…but I guess that’s just greedy.
When Cashol catches his breath, he lifts his head and peppers my face with small kisses. “You are perfect.
So perfect.”
I smile at him, doing my best not to wriggle up against the spur that’s jabbing me just so. “Not shy anymore?”
“Not shy, no.” He lets out a tired laugh, then pauses. “Did you…”
“It’s fine,” I tell him brightly. “There will be other times.”
A look of disappointment crosses his face. His hand moves between us, and his gaze meets mine. “May I touch you?”
Oh. I love that he offers. I love that he thinks about my pleasure, about getting me off a second time even when I just came not too long ago. I let my legs fall as far apart as I can and nod, and shiver against him when his fingertips brush my clit. It doesn’t take long for me to come again, my hands buried in his hair, my face pressed against his neck as he teases my over-sensitized flesh with little flicks until I’m there.
Then it’s my turn to collapse in my mate’s arms.
He pulls me close against him, his lips brushing over my skin as he holds me tight. I should probably get up and clean up, but I’m not in a hurry. It’s nice to just lie here and be cuddled for a bit.
A low thrumming settles in my chest, and I realize I’m still humming. Still resonating. I guess it’ll take a few more tries. Cashol’s hand strokes my cheek, then moves down my arm. He lazily traces his fingers over my elbow, then boldly moves to cup my breast, his thumb teasing my nipple into a point again.
“Do you think the drums will ever stop?” he muses. “They have better stamina than I do.”
I giggle. “But once the drums finish, they’re done and put away. Meanwhile, you’re ready again almost instantly.” I can already feel him hardening against my hip. “So don’t knock your stamina too much.”
He just grins at me. “As long as you are not disappointed, I am happy.”
“No. Not disappointed.”
Not disappointed at all.
