Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 86162 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 431(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86162 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 431(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
“Hey—we’re not supposed to be doing this,” he said sternly—but he made no move to push her off. The feeling of her soft, curvy body pressed against his own was too tempting. Still, he tried to retain his standards. “By the laws of the Claiming Period, when a warrior Renounces his Claim, he isn’t allowed to touch the female he once Claimed while she is in a state of undress,” he told Abbey.
“Be quiet and hold me!” Abbey demanded. “I don’t care about the stupid rules, I just want to be close to you, Solon. If…if you still want to be close to me, that is,” she added, her voice going high and vulnerable.
“Of course I want to be close to you,” Solon murmured, stroking her hair. “But—”
“No buts! Just hold me. I want to feel your fur against every inch of my skin.” She snuggled aggressively closer, wrapping her arms as far around his chest as she could and then wrapping her legs around his hips.
Solon could feel the soft mounds of her breasts and her tight nipples rubbing against his chest—not to mention the damp heat of her soft pussy mound rubbing against his lower abdomen. Though he tried not to, he could feel his shaft beginning to get hard. Soon the head of it was brushing against the outer lips of her pussy.
Abbey didn’t seem to notice or if she did notice, she didn’t care. She just kept rubbing herself against him, hugging him as tightly as she could.
Solon returned the favor by hugging her back and rubbing his hands up and down her spine. Her smooth, naked skin felt so soft and sensuous to his touch. Gods, he wished he hadn’t Renounced her! But he had thought it was what Abbey wanted.
What she wanted now, though, was beginning to be apparent. Despite her assertion that their naked cuddling was only about comfort, Solon could smell the sweet scent of female arousal drifting up to his nose.
“Abbey,” he said tentatively. “Maybe we should stop now.”
“Do you want to stop or you just think we should stop because you Renounced your Claim on me?” she demanded, looking up at him.
“Because I Renounced my Claim,” Solon admitted. “Otherwise I’d be Bonding you to me right now! Gods, lelka—I want you so much!”
He couldn’t help himself—the words just slipped out. He’d been missing her so badly these last few weeks and her soft, sweet body rubbing against his was driving him crazy.
“Just because you Renounced me, doesn’t mean I Renounced You,” Abbey pointed out. But then she began to pull away from him.
Solon didn’t want to let her go but he forced himself to loosen his grip as she wiggled out of his arms. But she surprised him by moving up to the top of the bed, where his head was.
“What are you doing?” he asked, looking up at her. She was on her knees looking down at him as he lay on the bed and the expression on her lovely face was one of determination.
“Taking what I want!” she replied. “But you’ll have to help me—I can’t even see colors at night—it’s too dark. And I don’t want to knee you in the face.”
“What? I don’t understand!” Solon protested.
But the next minute he did because she was throwing a leg over his head. Quickly, he helped her get into position so that her knees were on either side of his head and her pussy was directly over his mouth.
“Good—I can feel your breath.” She reached down and ran her hands over his horns and mane. “And the rest of you too. Are you ready for me to come down?”
Solon’s breath caught in his throat. He fucking loved how bossy she got when she was aroused. Since he loved tasting her so much, they’d done it in several different ways back on Tengula Five, and this was his personal favorite.
Abbey had been worried at first that she might crush him since she “wasn’t exactly skinny” in her own words. But Solon had convinced her that he loved it when she rode his face and she had become more and more confident in it the longer they were together.
Clearly she hadn’t forgotten his preference because she was hovering over him now, about to lower herself down to his mouth.
“Are you ready?” she asked again.
“Abbey,” he said, trying to muster up some self control. “We shouldn’t. By the laws—”
“I don’t care about the laws!” she insisted. “Besides, you’re not doing this to me—I’m doing it to you. Got it?”
“Yes, lelka.” Solon couldn’t help himself anymore. He reached for her hips and tugged at her gently. “Come down then—feed me that sweet, hot little pussy.”
He didn’t have to ask twice. With a little moan, Abbey settled herself astride him and her warm, wet pussy finally made contact with his mouth.