Page 33 of Sweet Giant

I rose slightly to look upon her, admiring her beauty. Her face was prettily flushed, and her green eyes were glowing brighter than I’d ever seen. Her hair was in disarray, spread in a haphazard manner around her head.

She pushed at my chest, guiding me to lie next to her. I curled toward her and made to drape an arm around her, but she pushed me away with a bashful look and reached for the hem of her sweater.

I watched, captivated by the sight of her removing her sweater, as well as another shirt she was wearing underneath it, in one quick move. She tossed the garments aside and her hands went to the waistline of her snug black pants. I was torn between gazing at her breasts (which were covered with strange strips of fabric) or watching as she removed her pants.

My cock thickened as the scent of her arousal increased in the air, and I opted for observing as she took off the black pants, my eyes riveted to the part of her that would be slick. To my dismay, she wasn’t naked under her pants, but wore a covering over her private area.

My hands clenched with the desire to rip it away, but I refrained from making such a bold move for I had no desire to startle her. When and if she felt ready, she could remove the remainder of her clothing.

“You are so beautiful, sweet one,” I said as my gaze roamed over her body. Her skin was smooth and nearly hairless. I spotted only a small amount of hair—fuzz, really—on her forearms. Not for the first time, I wondered about the area between her thighs. Would she be smooth as my tribesmen claimed some human females were, or would her feminine folds be covered by a layer of auburn hair?

She gnawed on her bottom lip and appeared uncertain for a fleeting moment. I moved closer and trailed a finger down her stomach, a light touch that was full of promise. She shivered and her eyes dilated, then glowed brighter, and her legs parted slightly.

She guided my hand lower, until I was touching her center overtop her panties. A growl left me when I felt her moisture soaking through the thin fabric, and my mouth watered with the need to taste her, to lap at her slickness.

I pressed harder and massaged the damp area, and to my delight she writhed into my touch as whimpers drifted from her delicate throat which was still gleaming from my earlier licks.

Our eyes met, and she sat up briefly to reach behind her, and the next thing I knew, the fabric that shielded her breasts was gone, tossed aside with her other clothing.

Gorgeous didn’t even begin to describe her.

Her breasts were exquisitely round and full, larger than most females I’d observed. Her pink nipples grew taut under my appreciative gaze, and the tip of my tongue quivered with the need to lick this part of her body, to suckle her and make her moan as I worshiped her bosom.

“Mastorr,” she breathed my name and jerked her center into my hand. “You-you can take my panties off. If you want to.”

Panties. So that was what the flimsy garment covering her intimate parts was called. I reached for the waistline and met her eyes. “It would be my honor, Liv, to remove your panties.”

She flushed and her lips turned up in a tiny smile. “Well, go ahead.” Her legs trembled and her nipples tightened further. Goosebumps dotted her flesh, causing the near-transparent fuzz on her forearms to rise.

My cock throbbed almost unbearably as I gently, ever so slowly, drew her panties down her shaking legs. Once they cleared her little feet, I set them aside and focused on the bare folds of her femininity. No hair, but I didn’t mind. I thought she was beautiful as she was. But I was curious about the reason some human females had nether hair while others didn’t, and I resolved that I would ask her later.

Her pink folds glimmered as I nudged her thighs apart, and a steady growl rumbled from me as I admired the view.

“Liv,” I said, feeling increasingly breathless, “your folds are a pleasure to look upon.” I wedged my body between her legs, getting a closer look.

The scent of her, so pungent yet sweet, almost drove me to the point of madness. I imagined she would taste delicious, and I’d never known such ravenous hunger in my life.

I met her eyes. “May I touch you here, sweet one? May I stroke your mating hole?”

“It’s called apussy,” she said with another small smile, “and yes, yes, you may.”

“Pussy,” I repeated, savoring the word. I was fluent in English, though there were a few human words I didn’t know. My heart beamed as I realized my soon-to-be-mate would help fill in the gaps in my knowledge.

I reached for her pussy and dragged one finger through the seam of her folds. She shuddered and clutched the sheet, her entire body jolting as I carefully slid my digit up and down, coating my fingertip in her heady essence.

Holding her gaze, I promptly brought my finger to my mouth. Great Spirit. The taste of her was better than I’d imagined.

“Mastorr, what-what are you doing?”

“Savoring the taste of you, sweet one.”

Chapter28

LIV

Sweet one.I was starting to love when Mastorr called me that. I was also starting to second guess my resolve to never accept him as my mate.

Everything inside me burned to invite him to claim me. I imagined myself turning on my hands and knees, assuming the proper Montikaan mating position. How would it feel when he plunged his cock into me?

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