I stored away the information.
“But my favourite,” Ezah continued, “is cunt.”
I shivered. “Cunt?”
He growled as the word passed my lips.
“Yes, moonlight. I can’t wait to taste your sweet, juicy cunt.”
I didn’t believe in an Almighty, but holy Almighty, Ezah’s words made my body burn.
“Spread your legs for me.”
I did as he ordered, but I couldn’t look at him while I did it. I locked my eyes on the ceiling.
“You have hair on your mound,” Ezah rasped. “I like it.”
“Th-Thank you,” I trembled. “I maintain it, so it looks neat and tidy.”
I had no idea why I told him that, but I couldn’t linger on the thought for very long because the bed suddenly dipped, and I felt Ezah’s hot breath over my sex. My heart just about stopped.
“You smell”—Ezah inhaled deeply—“delicious.”
My mortification prevented me from responding to that. Ezah inhaled again, growled, then ran his tongue over the inside of my thigh. It both tickled and felt good, almost like he was teasing me. The ache within my cunt was too much now.
“Ezah,” I pleaded. “Do something. My body is on fire.”
“Good,” he replied. “I always want you hot for me, tola.”
I didn’t know what to say to that, but it turned out, I didn’t have to say a word. A sound between a cry and a scream passed my lips instead as Ezah’s hot, wet tongue licked its way up my pussy and curled around the bud that ached so deliciously. I would have come up off the bed had he not pinned my hips down with his large hands. He suckled on my clit like he did to my nipples and the sensations it brought caused my eyes to cross.
“A-Almightly!” I stammered as sensations I had never known existed filled my body. “Yesyesyesyes—”
Ezah growled against my clit, and my body bucked so wildly and abruptly that my thighs slammed together, smacking against Ezah’s head. He yelped and pulled back. I was panting erratically.
“I’m so sorry!” I said, horrified. “I did not mean to do that.”
Ezah rubbed his ears that darkened in colour from being hit so hard.
“I think I’ll just hold your legs open,” he said, his lips twitching. “It might be safer for me.”
He ducked back between my now rattling thighs, held them far apart, and resumed feasting on my sex. Things intensified rapidly as his skilled tongue swirled and flicked my body into a state of bliss I had never experienced before. I couldn’t think, and I could barely breathe.
“Nalex,” I whimpered. “Please … don’t stop, please.”
“Never,” Ezah growled. “This cunt is mine to feast on forever.”
He increased the speed of his flicking and swirling. He sucked a little harder, and the second his teeth grazed my clit, I was lost.
“Ezah!”
I could have whispered my intended’s name or screamed it. I had no idea which one because my entire body became a sensation as ripples of what I could only describe as bliss washed over my body. The pulses of euphoria started at my clit and spread outwards, dousing the burning intensity at my core and lulling my wound-up body into a semi-state of unconsciousness. My muscles became lax, and I found that my eyes had closed of their own accord. When I opened them, I found my body felt incredibly heavy and so satisfied I couldn’t believe it.
“I can’t move.”
The low, rumbling laughter of my intended mate filled my ears. One second I was staring at the gold and white marbled ceiling, and the next, Ezah’s face hovered over mine. He was a sight to behold. Without warning, I gathered up every ounce of strength I had and lifted my head. I pressed my lips to his and forced my tongue into his mouth, and when a taste I wasn’t familiar with registered, I pulled back and blinked.
“Is that …”
“You.” Ezah licked his lips. “Yes, tola. You’re delicious.”
I shivered. “Ezah, that was … I’ve never felt anything like that before.”
My intended brushed his lips against mine once more.
“I am honoured and incredibly thrilled to be the male who gets to teach you the ways of sex and how much pleasure it can bring.”
I glanced down at his groin and saw his cock still strained against his trousers. I realised he was still clothed while I was naked as the day I was born.
“You… you’re still hurting like I was to feel good, aren’t you?”
“Do not fret over me.” He nudged my nose with his. “I have been taking care of myself for decades.”
I didn’t want him to take care of himself. I was his intended. I was still very much on new ground, but what just passed between Ezah and I felt sacred. I felt so connected to him. I felt like he owned my body. I wanted him to feel like I owned his too.