Chapter 23 #2
Unable to wait any longer, I bent forward and ran my tongue over the length of her slit. Leda leaned back further, shifting her weight to her elbows, and lifted her feet to the side of the bathing pool. The position opened her completely for me, inviting me to drink my fill.
I took that invitation and lowered my mouth, plunging my tongue inside her.
She gasped and tried to close her knees, but I pressed them open with my palms. Once the taste of her cunt filled my mouth, I ran my tongue from her entrance to her bud, letting the tips wrap around it tightly.
My lips closed over it just as a growl rumbled up from my chest. Her legs jerked against my hold as she lifted her ass from the stone and pressed her cunt harder into my mouth.
“Bo,” she gasped, her hands wrapping around the tips of my horns and squeezing tightly.
The contact to the sensitive tips had me reaching down to grasp my cock in a hard grip. It was either that or spill my release into the bathing pool.
Another growl erupted from me, this one louder and longer, and she cried out, her body growing tighter.
Using one of the fingers with blunted claws, I pressed it to her opening, feeling how wet and tight she was. As it slid deeper, her cunt tightened as though it wanted to suck me deeper.
She was so snug and small that she would cling to every inch of my cock and grip me like the tightest fist.
My growl faded, but there was still a rumble in my chest. One that vibrated up my throat and to the place where my mouth connected to her cunt.
Leda’s back arched as she tugged on my horns, her body tightening further around my finger.
I knew she was on the edge of climax, ready to fall into her pleasure.
As much as I wanted to draw it out and force her to feel every bit of ecstasy, I wanted to taste her peak, leaving her gasping and boneless.
My tongue moved over her bud in firm circles, harder and tighter than before. Leda cried out as her entire body shuddered. Her cunt clenched my finger in rhythmic spasms, a rush of wetness allowing me to slide even deeper.
I eased my tongue on her bud, guiding her through the climax until the tension completely left her body and she whimpered for me to stop.
Rising up on the ledge, I swept her up in my arms and back into the pool.
She straddled my lap, her cunt hot against the bottom of my cock.
I grunted as the rigid length of my shaft twitched at the contact.
Her core was so slick and soft. I wanted to sink my cock deep into her cunt until she melted for me.
Until she gave me everything that I wanted.
My hands shook as I reached for the soap yet again.
Though I yearned to draw this out, I wasn’t sure I could control my urges for much longer.
I gently washed her back, checking her skin for scrapes and wincing at the redness on her shoulders. I should have taken her to bed instead of spreading her out on the stone floor.
Leda roused when I started to move us, pushing my shoulders back as she lifted her head.
She reached for the bar of soap floating in the water and began to work it between her palms. When they were soapy, she set the bar aside and began to run her hands over my shoulders and chest. I sat completely still as she washed my arms, lifting each to wash beneath and down my sides.
Her eyes followed the path of her fingers, taking in my body as she touched me.
Her soapy hands moved to my back, down to my hips and thighs. I stopped breathing when her arm brushed my cock, barely running over the tip. She ignored the contact, her focus on washing my legs and feet.
Once she finished, she lathered her hands again.
My gaze locked onto her hands as she lowered them to my lap.
My head fell back, and a groan was ripped from my throat when her fingers circled my cock.
She stroked down, then up, twisting her wrist as she reached the head.
I gripped my thighs, resisting the urge to grab her and plant her on my shaft.
Her other hand stroked downward, cupping my bollocks and squeezing gently. My seed threatened to spill on her next stroke.
My hands covered hers, stilling her movements. “Wait.”
She leaned back, slipping her hands from beneath mine. “You don’t like it?” she asked.
The laugh that escaped my throat was hoarse. “Oh, I like it too much.”
The ghost of hurt in her expression vanished, and her golden eyes heated up. She started to reach for me again, but I grabbed her hands before she could touch me.
“We should, uh, get out of the bathing pool.”
Her face clouded with confusion at first, then a knowing grin spread across it. “Sit on the edge.”
“I—”
“Bokkan, do what I said.” The snap in her voice would have done a female daemon proud.
Without thought, I did as she commanded, pushing myself off the underwater ledge to sit on the stone lip. She pulled my knees apart and knelt between them, her eyes on mine. She used her cupped hands to pour water over my cock, rinsing the last of the soap.
Then, her fingers wrapped around my shaft, lifting it away from my abdomen, and her open mouth slid over the tip. My fingers tangled in her damp hair, tugging her face away.
“What are you doing?”
Leda blinked up at me, clearly confused. “Going down on you,” she answered.
“I never…” I paused. “No female has—”
Female daemons rarely used their mouths on males. Their fangs made it difficult and sometimes painful for both parties. They might use their tongues, but nothing like Leda was doing.