"Clit," I pant. "It's very…sensitive."
He deliberately drags his tongue around it, watching my reaction. The sight of him gazing up at me from between my thighs as he licks me is almost as erotic as the feel of his tongue against my clit. Almost. The two together, though, makes me absolutely crazy. I whimper, my hand tight in his hair as I lift my hips and grind against his mouth.
"Your smell," he growls.
I freeze. Oh god. I forgot. He won't like my smell. The urge to clamp my thighs shut is overwhelming. "I-I can get perfume. Give me just a moment—"
Rektar growls at me. Growls. He locks one arm around my hips, pinning me into place with my pussy right under his nose. "No perfume. I can't stand the smell of that shit. Your natural scent is perfect."
"What?" I stare down at him in surprise.
He rubs his face against my thigh, his mouth wet from his ministrations. "I'd wear your scent on my face all day every day if I could, but I'd be so keffing hard I wouldn't be able to get anything done." He closes his eyes, a blissful expression on his face as he moves back toward my pussy and takes a deep, lingering breath. "Just hide out in the back room and jerk off for hours."
"Like you did in my barn?" I whisper, scandalized and amused both.
"Just like."
I hesitate, caressing his cheek. I want to believe him, but I need to confirm it. "My old master was a mesakkah. A very old one. He said that humans smelled terrible and he wanted me to wear perfume all the time to spare his nose."
"Then he is a keffing fool." Rektar buries his face between my thighs again, giving me another thorough lick. "I can't get enough of your scent."
Pleased, I rock my hips against his mouth. "Then I won't wear perfume ever again."
"Good." He laps at me, his tongue's ridges sliding over my sensitive flesh. "Now you tell me—what feels good? Tell me what you like and I'll do it."
I rock against his mouth again, distracted. For some reason, I hesitate at telling him exactly where to touch me. Maybe I'm still focused on the awkward conversation about scents and I'm feeling a little shy. I don't want him to think I'm being pushy or overly demanding, not when he's already doing an awesome job. His tongue is absolutely wrecking me with every slow, deliberate stroke. "You…you're doing fine."
Rektar chuckles, and then nuzzles at my pussy in a way that nearly makes my eyes roll back in my head. "Now you are shy? Just because my head is between your thighs?" He licks me again, grazing at the entrance to my core with his tongue. "The boldest female I know?"
I whimper again. "You like it when I'm bold?"
He lifts his head to gaze up at me with hot, dark eyes. My thigh quivers in his grip and his gaze moves to it, pinned between his shoulder and his ear. He studies my thigh for a moment, then looks up at me again and gently runs the tips of his fangs over my skin in a bite that gives me goosebumps and makes my core clench around nothing in particular. "I love your boldness," he tells me. "I want you to tell me what you like so I can know how to please you. I love how fierce you are and how you know what you want. How can I not want boldness from the female that marched up to me, grabbed my cock and tasted my seed?"
The man has a point. Why would I stop being bold now when it's getting me exactly what I want? I arch on the bed, my breasts aching as he gives me another delicious lick. I want him to play with them, too, but at the same time, I don't want to distract him away from the reverent licks he's giving my pussy, because those are incredible. "My clit," I whisper, sliding a hand down to show him how I like the hood to be teased, not the sensitive surface itself. I draw little circles around the bead of flesh as he watches with hungry fascination. "You can lick it or suck on it, but a slow and steady rhythm is best so I can come. And I like it when you put your fingers inside me. Fuck me with them while you work my clit."
He lifts his gaze to me, pleased. "You make my mouth water with need."
My pussy clenches on nothing, and I feel so hollow. God, he's making me so wet. I need him to fill me up, need him to fuck the hell out of me. It's been so long since I've had really good, earth-shattering sex and I'm craving it something fierce. It's not just that I want that earth-shattering sex, either. It's that I want it with him. I want us to come together, to become one. I want to blow his mind and have him blow mine in return.