Page 50 of His to Worship
Her lips part and I can see the lust tinge her gaze. But she hesitates, likely thinking of the many things she has to weigh her with worry. I wait for her response, willing to accept whatever the answer is. Yet, I feel relief and desire as she puts a hand in one of mine.
“Okay, but I want to walk.” She looks around at the other females. “I don’t want to bring too much attention to us.”
I give no response to that, though I do not pull her into my arms as I desire. Instead, I walk with her several paces away and behind the cover of the large stone.
The moment we are away from prying eyes, an urgency like that of a wild beast falls over me, the aggression I have felt all day channeling into pure lust. I grip her jaw in one hand, wrapping a clawed hand around her throat with the other. She swallows against my palm and I groan before pressing my lips to hers in a heated caress. She responds to my touches immediately, her scent perfuming the air as chills work their way up her body. Her small hands clutch my hips, gripping me for stability as much as to pull me closer.
My hands roam over her body, feeling the warmth of her skin beneath my touch, gripping and grabbing at the soft flesh. I waste no more time, pulling her pants down. Sedona lets out a squeal but makes no move to cover herself.
She shivers in the cold and I move closer, allowing my body heat and sheer size to hide her from the chill. She grabs at my shoulders, but lets me continue to undress her until she is bare from the waist down, her many lower layers laying safely across the rock.
Dropping to my knees in front of her, I growl when I realize the height difference is still a problem. Slipping my arms between her legs and under her thighs, I heft her into my arms until her core is pressed to my face, her bottom resting in the crook of my arms and both legs slung over my shoulders. Now cradled in my embrace, she is at the perfect height.
“Oh my god, Kuvier,” she gasps out as my tongue darts out, dragging over her wet slit.
Her hips buck into my mouth on instinct. Her scent fills my senses, intoxicating and familiar, and the taste of her is enough to make me lose my thoughts. I could drown in her taste and die a happy male.
Flattening my tongue, I swipe it across her cunt, this time passing across the entire length of it, collecting her nectar on my tongue like I am starving. She groans, her hands tangling in my mane as I taste her, my tongue working feverishly to draw out her pleasure.
“Please,” she moans softly, her voice filled with need.
Wanting this to last, I toy with her at first. Licking and sucking with fervor, I move my mouth against her core, but I avoid the place I know makes her wild. I expertly avoid her pleasure button at the apex of her cunt until she is absolutely drenched and panting for me.
“Are you going to come on my tongue?” I redouble my efforts, my hands gripping her hips as I bring her closer to the edge.
“Fuck!” she calls when I nip ever so gently at the bud that all but controls her reactions. Her hips start to move of their own accord, bucking and grinding against my face and I revel in it.
“Wring your pleasure from my mouth,” I choke out between suckles and licks at her. “I am yours to use.”
At my words, her breath comes in quick, shallow gasps, and words fall from her lips that I cannot even fully understand. When I feel her start to tense, I know she is close. I lock my mouth around the small nub and suck, using my tongue to circle it.
That is all it takes.
With a final, shuddering cry, she reaches her peak. Her body bows in my arms as she presses her dripping cunt further into my mouth, writhing against me. I do not stop as she rides out her ecstasy. I do not stop until she is sagging against me, until the last drops have been wrung from her and her nectar fills my mouth.
I hold her up for several moments after that, waiting until her legs stop shaking before I carefully set her back on the ground. She wobbles but I hold her up with hands around her waist, still on my knees. She drapes her arms over my shoulder and captures my mouth in a searing kiss. When she pulls away, her eyes are still dark with desire. Knowing it is cold, I start to help her pull her pants back on, my hands lingering on her bare skin.
“What made you want to do that?” she asks, her breathing still ragged.
“I am marking you with scent.” My voice is low as I finally stand to my full height. “Your arousal covers my face. Any Lieq can smell it now.”
“But doesn’t that mean, I marked you with my scent?” Heat crawls up her flesh, but she bites her lips thoughtfully, continuing before I can answer. “I know what to do. Can I have this?”
“Of course, why?” I unwrap the fur around my waist without hesitation and pass it to her, curious.
If she plans to just wear my clothes, that will not do. Short of rutting her in the snow, I cannot think of another way to get my mating scent on her. She tosses my fur to the ground and drops to her knees. I fix my mouth to ask her what she is doing.
But, any words I could have said fall away when she confidently reaches her hand into my leather pants and grips my length. This is the first time she has ever touched me in such a way. A strangled sound escapes my throat as she pumps her fist up my hard shaft two good times.
My mate wiggles my pants down a bit until she reveals my cock to her eyes. She pauses when she sees it. I wonder briefly if it is much different from the men of her people. It is a nice size, even amongst Lieq. My thoughts are interrupted when she leans forward and does the most incredible thing.
She licks me.
Sedona drags her tongue across the head of my cock and I thrust instinctually, growling low in my throat. My beautiful female giggles at that, the sound sultry and light. She peers up at me from the ground, her eyes hungry as she wraps her lips around the whole tip, sucking softly.
When she takes more of me in her mouth, I nearly black out. She takes more and more of me until I feel the strain in her throat. She cannot take all of me at once, but Great Mother she sure tries, and most of what she cannot fit in her mouth she covers with her hands. A curse leaves my lips when her tongue swirls around the head of my cock while it is still shoved between her lips.
Never could I have imagined this from my mate. Never have I seen or heard of females taking their males into their mouths. It is considered an honor to taste the sweetness of your mate, but this? This is a bliss I could not have imagined. This is the sweetest kind of torture. The sensation is overwhelming, and I grip the boulder for support, my head falling forward as pleasure courses through me.