Chapter 12 #2
The blush on her cheeks deepened to a rich crimson, spreading like wildfire across the bridge of her nose and down the column of her throat, staining her collarbones and the upper swells of her breasts. She nodded, the movement jerky and breathless with anticipation.
Spreading her thighs, I settled between them, my shoulders forcing her legs wider as I positioned myself.
My tongue traced a deliberate path from the sensitive hollow behind her knee, up along the expanse of her inner thigh, savoring the way her muscles quivered beneath my lips.
Her skin was impossibly soft, tasting faintly of salt and her natural sweetness.
Her breathing grew heavy and ragged, her hands tangling in my hair, nails scraping against my scalp in a way that sent white-hot electricity racing down my spine and straight to my aching cock.
She smelled so fucking good, something indefinably feminine that made my head spin with want and made my mouth water with anticipation.
And then I was tasting her, letting my tongue explore her most intimate flesh with slow, deliberate strokes, savoring her unique flavor coating my tongue like the finest wine.
“Oh shit!” Jolie jerked slightly, a broken moan tearing from her throat as her fingers buried themselves deeper in my hair, her back arching off the moss. She clearly enjoyed this as much as I did.
I indulged myself completely, devouring her with my lips and tongue, exploring every bit of soft, slick flesh with single-minded devotion.
The delicate skin at her entrance was impossibly soft and the most beautiful shade of pink, glistening with her arousal.
She felt slick and warm against my tongue and let out little gasps and breathy moans as I licked her, my tongue working to gather every bit of the delicious wetness that coated her flesh, not wanting to waste a single drop.
When my tongue dipped into her tight opening, she made another noise—something between a gasp and a whimper—her hips rolling in unmistakable invitation, silently begging for more.
Her inner walls were scorching hot and impossibly soft, gripping at my tongue as I explored her, the velvety texture making me dizzy with want.
“Goddess, you’re delicious,” I muttered against her heated flesh.
The words vibrated against her sensitive skin, then I plunged my tongue deeper, feeling her inner walls flutter and clench around the intrusion, pulsing rhythmically.
My cock jerked violently and throbbed with almost painful intensity, hard as steel and straining against my pants.
I could feel myself leaking copious droplets of precum like an untried youth.
I didn’t care. All that mattered was feasting on my mate like a man starved, like she was the only sustenance I’d ever need.
Jolie began to move her hips against my face with increasing urgency, grinding herself against my mouth, her heels digging into the muscles of my back hard enough to leave marks.
I pulled back reluctantly, allowing myself a gasping breath, my chin and lips slick with her essence, before attacking the small, swollen nub of her clit with renewed focus.
I would admit that out of curiosity, I’d done some research into human female anatomy and sexual practices when I became captain of the Eden.
Not from any hope that I would find myself in the wonderful position I currently occupied, but for purely altruistic reasons.
Most of the females we rescued had been sex slaves like Jolie, and I wanted to understand their experiences so I could better help them feel safe aboard the ship.
Although at the moment, surrounded by her scent and taste, drowning in the sensation of her, I’d never been more grateful for that study.
I ran the tip of my tongue over her clit in a slow, deliberate circle, feeling the tiny bundle of nerves throb and pulse beneath my touch, swollen and sensitive.
Then I let my lips surround the sensitive bundle and sucked gently, then with increasing pressure.
Jolie jerked violently as she arched into my ministrations, her every muscle drawn taut, a cry of pure, unfiltered pleasure exploding from her lips and echoing through the trees.
I raised my head, letting my gaze travel up the length of her trembling body to meet her eyes, my lips and chin glistening with her arousal, the taste of her coating my tongue.
She looked utterly dazed, her honey-colored eyes unfocused and glassy with pleasure, pupils blown wide and dark.
Her skin flushed a deep rose from her cheeks down to her heaving breasts, a fine sheen of perspiration making her glow. “Did you like that, my heart?”
“Like it?” Jolie eyeballed me incredulously, her voice hoarse and breathless. “It felt incredible.”
I hummed in deep satisfaction, the vibration rumbling in my chest like a purr, and lowered my head once more, brushing my tongue against her oversensitive clit again in a teasing stroke that caused her whole body to spasm uncontrollably.
Her fingers twisted desperately in my hair, the sharp tugging sensation sending cascading bolts of electricity racing down my spine and pooling in my groin, making my cock pulse.
My vision blurred at the edges, the world narrowing to nothing but her.
The taste of her on my tongue, the heat of her against my face, the intoxicating scent that filled my lungs with every ragged breath, the silken texture of her skin.
I could barely function with the overwhelming pressure building at the base of my spine, coiling tighter and tighter like a spring wound to its breaking point.
Not yet. Not until she fell apart first, not until I’d wrung every last tremor of pleasure from her beautiful body.
I gripped the soft, yielding curve of her ass, my fingers digging into the plush flesh as I steadied her bucking hips, holding her in place so I could worship her properly.
Jolie’s thighs trembled violently, the muscles quivering and jumping as tension coiled through her body.
Her hips jerked forward in desperate, uncontrolled movements, seeking more friction, more pressure, more of everything I was giving her, grinding against my face with abandon.
Her voice broke on a high, keening note that echoed around us, bouncing off the trees and filling the air with the sound of her pleasure.
“Gods,” I mumbled against her slick, heated flesh, the words vibrating against her skin. “Just like that, zeihava. Come for me. Let me feel you.”
“Diarvet,” she gasped my name like a prayer, her voice raw and desperate and beautiful, cracking on the syllables. “Don’t—please—don’t stop.” Her fingers tightened their grip, holding me firmly in place, her nails scraping deliciously against my scalp as she silently begged for more.
The rhythm of her breathing changed dramatically—shorter, sharper, more erratic—each inhale a gasp, each exhale a whimper or moan.
Her muscles went rigid beneath my hands, every line of her body drawn taut as a bowstring.
I felt the telltale flutter against my tongue, the rapid pulse quickening beneath the delicate, swollen skin of her clit, the tiny bud throbbing frantically, signaling her impending release.
Her back arched off the moss in a beautiful, graceful curve, spine bowing as pleasure crashed through her like a tidal wave.
A sound tore from her throat, raw and unfiltered and utterly perfect, primal and uninhibited.
Her body shuddered violently, once, twice, three times, each wave of her climax rippling through her from head to toe as her inner walls clenched and pulsed, her entire form convulsing with the force of her release.
I stayed with her through each cresting wave, my tongue gentling but never stopping, drawing out every last tremor of pleasure, prolonging her orgasm until her fingers finally loosened their grip in my hair and her breathing slowed to something approaching normal, her body going limp and boneless against the soft moss.
I had pleased my mate, brought her to the heights of ecstasy with nothing but my mouth.
The knowledge filled me with a fierce satisfaction that resonated deep in my chest, warming me from the inside out.
It meant everything. More than conquest, more than victory in battle, more than any achievement I’d ever claimed.
This—her pleasure, her trust, the way she’d surrendered herself so completely to me—was the greatest honor I’d ever been given.