49. Chapter Forty-Nine

Chapter Forty-Nine

Raif

H e wants to make this good for her. Her sucking on his dick had been wonderful, fantastic, and he could easily have come like that. But he wants more. He wants to make her coat his fingers in wetness. He wants to taste her and feel that bud swell under his tongue. He wants to make her come.

He stalks up the bed towards her, lying his body down so his cock is nestled between her legs. He won’t put it in, won’t thrust into her. Just leaves it there so she can feel it. And she must because she squirms against him.

“Raif.”

“Yes, baby?”

He slips his hand down between her legs, straight into her wet folds, and she keens.

“Do you like that? You like me touching you, here?”

He slips one finger inside her, circling, before thrusting in and out. He kisses her neck, bites it. He can let out his bear more, now that she knows. He can growl and bite, and she seems to like it.

She’s panting, letting out little moans, and he swallows them down with a kiss. Her legs are spread wide, so open for him to play with her.

“How do you want to come, baby? Like this on my fingers? Or my mouth? What do you want, Ash?”

She doesn’t answer, he circles her clit with his thumb, rhythmically stroking it, fingers still inside her. He hits the deep spot inside her, and she gasps and tilts her pelvis up. She reaches down frantically for his cock between their bodies, grasping it hard.

He rocks into her fist, letting his dick slide in and out, foreskin helping the movement so he can fuck into her hand.

His hand is still in her pussy as he holds himself above her.

He alternates rubbing her clit with his thumb and stroking her insides, and bringing his hand up to rub three fingers over her clit.

He wants her to come, wants her loose and relaxed. His new favorite thing in the world is getting her off, he could do it for hours and hours every day. Make her come over and over till she’s totally spent.

He scoots down to suck a nipple into his mouth, she’s sensitive here. Her tan nipples are peaked in points. He laves at one, feeling how it hardens even more under his tongue. He bites, rolls it around between his teeth, and her hand latches onto his hair. His responsive mate.

Raif can’t help but move to the other breast, still working his one hand in her pussy. He sucks and nibbles on it, flicks his tongue on the peak till she’s squirming and mumbling out ‘please’ and ‘more’.

His mouth moves on from her breast, going downwards to kiss between them and down her stomach. He sucks on her ribs, intent on leaving a mark there. He’s not sure if it will be wanted till she bucks up and breaths out ‘fuck Raif.'

He works downward to her hips, kissing them all over.

He loves her hips, loves her curves, and the way she’s built, lithe and strong.

He wouldn’t trade her body for anything in the world.

He wants to ravish it, worship it, show her how much he desires her.

He can’t get enough of her, can never get enough.

It’s not just the sex, either, it’s her.

It’s her body, her personality, her love for him.

He wants to wrap himself up in her, keep her in his home where he can feed her, keep her warm, and pleasure her.

He wants to make her come a hundred times a day.

Wants to cook anything she desires. It’s the bear in him, he knows it is.

The instinct to protect and please his mate, to do anything and everything she’d ever ask of him.

He loves her completely, fully, and he’ll spend his whole life showing her how much she means to him.

He nestles his face into her mound. He can scent her deeply here, citrus and cloves, the best scents in the world as far as he’s concerned.

He kisses the top of it, above her clit, and wants to show every bit of her body appreciation.

He kisses the crease where her thigh meets her vulva.

He finally slips his hand free of her and holds her thighs apart with both hands.

“Open your legs for me, baby. That’s it. Wider.”

She’s split open for him. Legs as wide as can be with her knees tucked up towards her chest. He can see she’s wet, glistening in the light of the room.

He slides one hand into her folds, watches how his two fingers disappear inside her.

She swallows him up so easily, like she was made for him, made for him to pleasure her.

He nestles himself down between her legs on the bed, removes his fingers from inside her, and uses both hands to spread her open.

He’s never really taken the time to look at her like this.

He rubs her lips, lets his fingers slide across them, and opens them up for him to see.

There’s her clit, a round bud that he knows is so very sensitive, just waiting for him to touch it.

Her hole is wet and shiny. It doesn’t look nearly big enough to take three of his fingers, let alone his cock, but he knows it will open up so nicely for him when the time comes.

He leans forward, licks at her opening, feels it twitch on his tongue. He dives in as deep as he can. She’s panting and moaning above him. Little tilts of her hips as she tries to gain more friction. He rubs his face into her, coating his face in her slick so he’ll taste her for days.

When he finally moves up to her clit he takes a moment to nuzzle it, rubbing the tip of his nose across it till he hears her breath hitch.

Then he darts his tongue out to lick at it.

Little kitten licks to get her started. He knows by now what she likes.

She likes attention paid to her clit and the deep spot inside her.

He knows she likes to be toyed with and her orgasms to be brought to the edge before she comes.

He knows how to draw it out and make it so her orgasms are explosive.

Even without any prior sexual experience, he has figured out what makes her tick.

“More Raif, please.”

“Tell me what you want, baby? What do you want me to do down here?”

“Make me come, Raif, please.”

“How, baby? Tell me how?”

She swallows audibly.

“I want you...to lick me. Lick my clit, Raif. Please, no teasing.”

“Are you sure, baby? You don’t want me to wind you up?”

There’s silence on her end, and he lifts his face a little to look up at her. Her eyes are squeezed tight, her head thrown back, and her fists clench the sheets. She looks debauched, like he’s already made her come, like he’s already taken her apart. But they’ve just gotten started.

“Not right now, Raif, no teasing right now. Just please, make me come.”

That’s all he needs to hear.

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