Nassakth makes a growling sound of pure pleasure even as I squeeze my thighs against his ears, clamping him in place.
The orgasm seems to last forever, rippling through me in slow motion as his fingers thrust into me the entire time. When I let out a little sigh and collapse back on the mattress again, he finally slides them out of my body and lifts his head. As I watch, he puts them in his mouth and licks them clean.
“Oh,” I breathe. “Okay.”
“Did I sate you, my Kim?” His mouth is flushed and damp from his ministrations, and he takes great pleasure in licking his fingers clean, the movement so filthy and erotic that I can’t stop staring.
“Very sated,” I manage. “Thank you.” I prop up on my elbows. “What about you? How do you feel?”
He licks his fingers in a very deliberate, lascivious way. “I came.”
“Okay.”
“Twice.”
Well all right then. “Do you feel better?”
The look he levels in my direction tells me everything. His pupils are still blown and dark, his expression one of hunger. “Not yet.”
“O-okay.”
“Do you need to use your word? Your Slapjack?”
Why would I use it now? I give him a curious glance. “No? I think I’m good.”
He nods, and then gets to his feet, detangling from my legs that I have wrapped around his shoulders. When he stands upright, I can see he’s still very, very much erect and full of need. “What do you want to do?” I ask him, unable to look away from his very visceral constant arousal. “How do we fix this?”
Nassakth crawls forward on the bed, and then rolls onto his back. I let out a squeak of surprise when he grabs me and hauls me onto his chest, my breasts pressed flat against his pectorals. “Have you forgotten already?”
“Forgotten what?”
“You promised to ride my face.” His eyes are so hot and dark. “As many times as I wanted.”
Oh god, I did. A little moan escapes my throat. “You…you still want to do that?”
“Now more than ever.” He tugs me forward. “Come and mount me, Kim.”
Mount him? Oh god. I can’t decide if that’s outrageously hot…or outrageously hot. I moan again, my hands thumping onto the mattress overhead as my knees slide above his shoulders, and then my hips are right over his face. “I just came, Nassakth—”
“And you will come again and again,” he agrees, and tugs me downward.
Sweet Jesus. “This…this will help you?”
He growls. “Oh yes.”
Well, time to take one for the team. A hysterical, utterly aroused laugh bubbles in my throat as he settles me down against his mouth, and my already-sensitive skin prickles with awareness. “Remember,” I point out, panting. “We’re doing this because we can’t have sex right now.” As much as I would love to experience it, he needs to have a clear head or he’ll regret it forever.
“No sex. Just this,” he murmurs thickly, and then pushes his tongue deep inside me.
I whimper. Just this.
It goes on like that for hours. I come against his mouth so many times I lose track, and I’m vaguely aware of hot, sticky liquid spattering against my back—his seed, spraying with the force of his release. Not that he lets me go, of course. One orgasm blends into the next, and I could say “slapjack” at any time when it becomes too much.
I never do, though. It’s exquisite torture, but one I’ll gladly go through with him. He fucks me with his tongue, growling and purring as I come, and I grind my hips against his face with abandon. My voice grows hoarse from shouting, and my muscles sore from riding his face. At some point hours later, I’m soaked with sweat (and my back with seed) and his movements slow enough that the worst of it seems to be gone.
“No more,” I gasp out after the latest orgasm. “No more.”
Nassakth drags me down his sticky belly and curls me against his body, and he feels feverishly hot underneath me. “No more,” he agrees, and strokes a hand along my jaw. “Rest, my pretty one.”
“Are you…” I wheeze. “…good?”
“Good enough.”
That’s all I need. I let my head fall to his shoulder and collapse into sleep.
46
NASSAKTH
When I wake up, it is to Kim’s small, sweaty form sprawled over my chest, sleeping. She drools on my mane, barely stirring as I shift underneath her. I touch her back and realize it is sticky with dried release.
I am a bad mate. I should have cleaned her off before I drifted to sleep. I rub my hand up and down her side, and she sighs and wiggles closer to me. She smells like sex, my Kim, and vague memories flash through my mind of last night.
Of her riding my face over and over again. The cries she made as she came. The way her cunt clenched around my tongue. My cock gushing like a fountain, thanks to the noli. And Kim, ever wise, insisting we do not have sex. She was right to insist—when I take her, I want to remember every moment of it with exquisite detail, not with foggy glimpses.