She gasped and pulled at the comforter beneath her, her back arching, a flush covering her chest. I slid my tongue down her cleft and gently moved it around her opening. Over and over again, I did this, the sounds leaving me animalistic, barbaric.
And then I pushed the thick muscle into her tiny opening, felt her clench around my tongue, and closed my eyes, realizing I was thrusting my cock against the mattress, trying to ease the pressure in my balls, trying to get any and all kinds of friction.
It felt so fucking good. She felt so fucking good against me, her cream covering my mouth and chin, her nectar spilling from her pussy hole the more I pushed her.
The sounds she made were broken and feral, mewling noises and cries that told me it wouldn’t take much to get her off. And that was my goal. Fuck, I needed that so damn badly.
As I thrust my tongue in and out of her, mimicking the act of sex, making love… fucking, I got lost in the silky feeling of the most intimate part of her body. I tongued her clit as I pushed my finger deeper into her, retreating, pushing back in. I repeated the motion continuously and added more suction with my mouth on the pearl of sensitive flesh at the apex of her cunt.
“Come on, my female. Come for me, mate.” I licked her clit back and forth, moving the muscle faster and faster until I felt her physically tense under me. That had a low bellow of need vibrating out of me. And when I felt the tremors start to move through her, I knew she needed to go over the edge now.
I went harder on her pussy, and her cry of completion, and the way her pussy gripped my fingers as I thrust in and out of her, nearly had me coming. She writhed under me, pressing her core against my mouth until all I tasted and smelled was her wetness that was a constant flow out of her.
A thunderous sound of male satisfaction left me, knowing I was the cause of her going over the edge. And when she tried to push my head away, murmuring how sensitive she was, how she didn’t think she could handle anymore, I snarled against her drenched cunt, my hand pushing hers away as I devoured her all over again.
“Please,” she sobbed as she lifted her arms above her head to grip the headboard bars.
The sounds I made were harsh and fierce, but I needed her to orgasm again. With a hand now flat on her belly, and snaking the other one under a thigh and behind to hold onto the small of her back, I feasted on her.
“Again. Give me another one.” The words were muffled, wet sounding as I licked and sucked. “Watch. Look at me.” The demand had a hard edge to it, and I paused in my ministrations until she did as I said.
When her eyes were locked on mine, only then did I stick my tongue out and lick her nice and slow from her pussy hole to her clit, pulling back so a string of saliva still connected us, then leaned down and sucked her clit into my mouth. She came again for me instantly.
She was crying tears of pleasure by the time I was done, her legs falling open as if she had no muscle strength. With one thorough lick of her cleft, I pulled back and wanted nothing more than to eat her out all night. Although when it came to my mate, patience wasn’t my strongpoint, I knew I had to take it slow.
Well, as slow as a male who’d found his fated female could.
I got off the bed and, with some gentle maneuvering, pulled the quilt out from under her and covered Darragh up. I was thankful I’d found clean bedding to put on the mattress so my mate could sleep comfortably.
“Don’t go,” she whispered, now on her side and facing me.
I didn’t question why she accepted me and this situation. I was so fucking thankful for being lucky enough to have her in my life.
I slipped under the sheets and quilt with her, and before I could think about how much I wanted to pull her in and hold her body against mine all night long, Darragh slid closer and pressed her smaller form to my much larger one. Her eyes closed, a content, happy sigh leaving her.
That was the greatest sound a male could hear from his female.
For long moments I just held her, running my fingers up and down her bare arm, loving how she was so receptive to my touch as I felt goose bumps cover her silky flesh.
“We can’t stay here forever,” she whispered, and I closed my eyes and exhaled.