Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 92476 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 462(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92476 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 462(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
“You…you have?” I asked.
“Fuck, yes!” Liath assured me. He sat back against the headboard and pulled me into his lap so that I was straddling him. “But first, let me take care of your beautiful big breasts,” he told me. As he spoke, he cupped my right breast in his hand and brought my aching nipple to his mouth.
I bit my lip as I waited for the pain of contact—my tight peaks were so sensitive now that everything seemed to hurt them.
But Liath seemed to know how delicate this area was now. Putting out his tongue, he lapped very, very gently, bathing my aching peak with long, slow strokes of his tongue and then swirling it around and around the puffy areola as well.
I moaned softly and carded my fingers though his long, thick hair. By the Shining Throne, that felt so good! I thrust my chest forward, begging mutely for more.
Taking my invitation, Liath took my whole nipple into his hot mouth, sucking gently at first and then—when he knew I could take it—much harder.
“Oh, Liath…” I moaned softly as he switched to the other nipple and gave it the same treatment. I could see the sparks of my own pleasure floating around me like bright golden motes. Most of them flowed from where his mouth met my breast and then continued on down to my throbbing pussy. Looking down, I could see them pressing against my swollen clit and then melting into my flesh, which seemed to send shivers and tingles through my entire body.
“Mmm, baby—your tight nipples taste so good,” Liath growled, releasing my second peak at last. “Love to lick and suck you.”
“Does…does that mean you’re going to…to lick between my legs now?” I asked shyly. I didn’t know if I wanted him to do this or not. It seemed so intimate…so forbidden.
“Why should it be forbidden?” Liath asked reasonably. “You suck my shaft all the time, little bird. “It’s about time I repaid the favor.”
“I don’t do it as a favor when I suck you—I do it because I like it,” I protested.
“Well, I happen to fucking love the taste of your pussy honey and now I want to taste it straight from the source,” Liath told me. His eyes grew lazy with lust. “Can you be a good girl and spread your legs so I can lick your sweet little pussy, baby? Can you be my good girl and spread wide for my tongue?”
I felt my heart start pounding in my chest. I couldn’t get enough of his praise—probably because when I was growing up, nobody praised me for anything. I was never good enough. Now Liath told me how good I was all the time—and I loved it.
“Yes,” I whispered, nodding. “Yes, I…I think I can do that.”
“Good girl. Then let’s get you all set up.”
Liath had me come to the end of the bed where he propped a pillow under my head and another under my bottom.
“So you can see what I’m doing,” he added, putting another one under my head. “It’s hotter if you watch me lap your soft little cunt.”
Then he took another pillow for himself and put it on the floor at the end of the bed.
“For my knees,” he explained. His bronze eyes burned. “I’m expecting to be here awhile,” he added.
I bit my lip.
“You really think it’s going to, er, take that long to heal my pussy with your tongue?”
“I think it’s going to take that long for me to get my fill of your sweet honey,” Liath growled. “Like I said, been wanting to taste you from the very first.”
He sank to his knees before me, kneeling at the end of the bed as I lay before him, open and waiting. I nibbled my lower lip and gripped the coverlet on either side of me. I couldn’t help feeling nervous—my pussy was aching by this time. Great Aunt Acosta’s lust potion had certainly had an effect! Also, I still felt anxious about Liath putting his mouth on me in such an intimate place. I expected that he would just dive right in, though I didn’t feel nearly ready.
But Liath surprised me again. Instead of sticking his tongue in me directly, he leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on my mound of springy curls. Then he rubbed his cheek against it and inhaled deeply, as though he couldn’t get enough of my scent.
“Gods, you smell so good, little bird…” His voice was almost a groan. “Love the sweet scent of your pussy.”
“You…you do?” I asked, looking down at him.
“Mmm-hmm.” He kissed my curls again and then looked up at me. “Are you ready to let me kiss you now?”
“Just…just a kiss?” I asked. I had thought that he would spread me open and lick me to heal my inner folds the same way he had lapped and sucked my nipples and areolas.