Chapter 30 Feasting
Feasting
His mouth took mine as passionately as at the very start. No more talking. There was only the feel of his lips on my skin, the press of his powerful body against mine, and the hardening cock pulsing against my belly.
Karim pinned me under him–our upper bodies finally joined as one–and began kissing, nibbling, and delivering teasing bites down my body.
I tried to touch every part of him I could reach. I traced the battle scars on his back. I ran my fingers over the plains of his chest, taut under my fingertips as he worked to unclasp my belt. I tried to help when he had some trouble with that task, but he pleaded, “Don’t stop touching me.”
Yesss. This was like a dream come true. One I prayed I wouldn’t wake up from.
I ran my fingers through his hair as it spilled like a waterfall down his shoulder and onto the grass. The gold beads in his locks felt cold against the skin Karim’s skillful kisses had set ablaze. Those dark tresses seemed to wrap around my fingers to keep them right there. Huh.
My belt finally yielded, and Karim once again instructed me to stay still. A moment later, the upper part of my dress was ripped in two from the neck down to my belly button. The delicate fabric now lay in tatters on either side of me.
“Deidre’s dress!”
I forgot all about the ruined clothing once I saw the raw hunger in Karim’s eyes at the sight of me, now fully bared to his gaze. Being desired so strongly was intoxicating.
My hardened nipple disappeared in his mouth, making me arch my back in pleasure.
I cupped his face, feeling his soft skin burning hotter than mine and his mouth working.
He sucked me in, tongue circling the taut peak, and I instinctively curled my fingers into the hair at the back of his head to keep that divine mouth on me.
Gasps and moans spilled from me, sounds I couldn’t even name in the state I was in.
That’s why I didn’t realize it at first. The soft touches along my wrists and up my bandaged forearm were not from accidentally coming into contact with Karim’s hair. His black locks were moving over my exposed and covered skin alike. Deliberately.
My eyes went wide. No, I wasn’t seeing things. Karim’s hair was moving on its own, and the soft strands were both teasing up my arms and wounding around them to keep me linked to him as he teased my other nipple.
“Umm… Karim?”
He looked up from between my breasts and when he noticed the reason for my reaction, gave me a roguish smile. And I’d thought this man couldn’t be more handsome? I could combust right then and there at the power of that smile reserved only for me.
“The power of the royal bloodline.” He kissed the space between my breasts, and the tips of his hair slid over my pebbled nipples in perfect unison.
It should tickle, but I was so turned-on that it was an exquisite tease instead.
“I can’t lift much with my hair nor use it in battle like my father could, but I can do this.
” The locks wound around my peaks, and I gasped at the delicious squeeze. “Do you like it?”
I bit my lip and nodded enthusiastically. With Karim, I was discovering so many new types of foreplay, and so far I was reaping benefits only.
His smile turned mischievous, and then he was back on his path of soft kisses and bites down my body, all the while his hair and fingers played with my breasts, leaving me quivering in pleasure on the grass. Those calloused fingers were as skilled with my flesh as they were with a bow.
Pressing his lips right above my curls, he murmured, “Nature has blessed you. Every single part of you.” He kissed me there again, driving my need to unbearable heights.
“The Gargoyle King calls his female a blessing, and you are mine. I want to lose myself in your blossoming garden and show you just how grateful I am to have you. But you have to guide me, Jasmine. I haven’t pleasured another in this way.
No she-elf would allow such an intimate act. ”
A nod was all I managed in reply. His hot statement short-circuited my brain.
“You’re not excited?” He frowned, though his fingers were already running along my curls. “King Xaniban assured me human females would enjoy this more than any other type of exploration.”
“Exploration?” I squeaked at the wet heat of his tongue in my belly button.
Karim met my gaze over my navel, a predatory glint in his eyes. “He called it feasting.”
I blushed. Not just at the word but also at the delayed realization that Karim had discussed such a thing with the Gargoyle King.
At a time when Sue and I had been worried about our males eavesdropping on our conversation, they had actually been exchanging ideas on how to pleasure us best. What happened to elves being shy about moss talk?
Karim’s attentive gaze didn’t miss a beat. “I raised the topic to bond with him, as his kind is known to value moss advice, but I see our new ally hasn’t misled me.” His smile turned roguish again. “I wonder if I can get another blush from you by doing… this?”
He licked the inside of one thigh then the other, never breaking eye contact.
It was sexy and thrilling as hell. Not that I hadn’t been eaten out before, but never like this. Never with such single-minded focus and for the sole purpose of bringing me to ecstasy.
“Let me know if I do something wrong,” Karim said, a shadow of uncertainty passing across his face.
“I don’t think you can… do anything wrong…” His locks had resumed their teasing up my body and were also brushing along my inner thighs, so it was hard to form words.
“Truly?” His fingers spread me open to his hungry gaze.
“Aaahh!” I squirmed as his lips latched onto my swollen clit.
“Should I stop?”
“Nai!”
“I’m doing it right, then?” He said playfully this time, blowing puffs of air over the engorged nub.
“Hmh!” My hips bucked at the explosive sensation of his tongue inside me. I had no control over my limbs anymore. How he retained such full control over his own needs as he stoked mine was beyond me.
His strong hands pinned my lower body in place so that there would be no getting away from the sweet torture. And torture it was, because he brought me nearly to the point of completion twice but never enough to tip me over the edge.
Just as I was about to plead for release, Karim moved back. “The taste of us combined is marvesinem.” Eyes on me, he licked his lips. “The English word amazing cannot do it justice… Turn on all fours for me, my flower.”
Oh. So that was why he’d left so much space between us and was currently removing the sheath of his dagger from his thigh. It was time to become one again, properly this time.
I did as he asked, free of the hesitation I’d felt with my ex when he’d suggested this pose.
With Peter, it took me months to allow him behind me and in such a dominant position.
With Karim, I already felt safe having him at my back.
And not just that. The thought of being pinned beneath him and at his mercy only made me wetter.
Another sign that we were meant for each other.
“Sabinem,” I heard him mutter to himself behind me. “This will truly give me better access.”
And then it was his skilled tongue between my folds again, tasting me, exploring me, making my body quiver.
He was impossible, doing a combination of flicks, licks, and stabs that left my legs and arms shaky and barely holding me up.
Were it not for his hair wrapped around my waist to keep me stable, my knees would have given out.
And he claimed he hadn’t done this before?
My moans growing louder only made Karim’s moves more merciless. Between his lips sucking on my clit, his tongue lashing my pussy, and the tips of his hair brushing my nipples, I stood no chance. The orgasm swept me away for a long, precious moment of pure nirvana.
I cried out and would have plopped on the grass, had Karim not kept hold of me. Heart racing and eyes closed in bliss, I barely registered him maneuvering us to the ground.
“Marvesinem,” I heard him say reverently.
“Asi, you are.” I sighed happily.
The next thing I felt made me open my eyes and look down, lying partially on my right side as I was.
The warm and velvety touch against my sensitive skin came from Karim’s hair.
It covered me from breast to mid-thigh like the softest blanket.
For a second there I thought we were going to sleep, spooning and kept warm by Karim’s hair.
Then I felt his rock-hard cock against my back, ready for his round two.
“Yes,” I hummed, “I want to feel you inside me again.”
“I’m yours to command,” he whispered in my ear from behind, then traced the shell with his tongue.
His arm slid down my belly until his fingers dipped inside me and his thumb pressed down on my clit.
His other hand took advantage of the soft ground to slide under me and pull me flush against him in a possessive hold.
“I crave to fill you up again,” he said dangerously low. “Mark you as mine in Nature’s most primitive way.”
I turned just enough to meet his gaze. “Do it. Make me yours.”