"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.
I want him to make all the aching loneliness I've felt disappear. I don't want just a bed partner. I want a partner, period.
"Rektar," I whisper, caressing his face. "I will love every touch you give me. I promise this." I pause, and then add, "But if you want me bold, then hurry up and put your tongue to work, because I'm needy as hell."
My mate chuckles, pleased, and gives me another slow, sensuous lick. For a moment I think he wasn't paying attention to my directions, but then his mouth moves over my clit and he sucks on it, clasping his lips around it. The pleasure's so damn intense I nearly come off the bed. I grab his horns with both of my hands, whimpering and rocking against his mouth as he lavishes my pussy with fervent attention. His hand moves to my core and then he's pushing a finger inside me as he sucks on my clit, and I cry out again, because just that single digit feels so thick and mind-blowing that I'm about to lose control.
"You're so small and tight," he murmurs between tastes. "You're hugging my finger inside you so keffing tight."
"Give me more," I tell him, breathless. "I'll tell you if it's too much."
He groans, thrusting into me with that big finger, and then a second later, he adds a second, pumping into me again. I'm definitely tight, but oh god, it feels incredible, and I don't even mind the tight stretch or the fact that his big fingers seem to be stroking deeper than I've ever felt before.