Page 101 of Stags

She felt shy but pleased as he tugged that cup away too.

He rubbed both of his thumbs over her nipples as he cupped her breasts with both hands. “Can I suck?”

She nodded. “Yes, please.”

He grinned like he’d been given permission to do the thing he wanted most in life and lowered his face to take one nipple in his mouth.

She shut her eyes and moaned as he stimulated her. He went back and forth with his mouth, and he eventually took her bra off. At some point, she ended up lying on her back as he hovered over her, tasting and teasing her. She writhed against him, very turned on, very aroused.

By the time they got around to undoing her pants, she was all swollen and wet down there.

She felt self-conscious about that, but he put his mouth on her without any hesitation.

That felt good, too.

She thought about grabbing his antlers, like she had with Bruin, but Bruin had told her to do that, and she wasn’t sure if Stockton would like it.

He went right for her opening, sticking his tongue into her. Did all mendothat? Why?

It felt good, but… she tried to angle her clit down.

He ignored it.

She lay still, then, letting him tongue-fuck her, which didn’t feel terrible, she supposed, but…

She realized this was the problem, right? She hadn’t known to mimic sex when giving him a blow job, because she wanted clitoral stimulation, and she had thought he would like what she liked. He, on the other hand, thought she’d want to have him fuck her with his tongue. It made sense to him, but she was going to have to tell him…

Just. How?

Well, he had said he wanted her to tell him if he wasn’t good at it, hadn’t he?

Yeah, but she needed to beniceabout it. She liked him. And then, she thought of what to say. She took a deep breath. “So, there’s a part of me that’s most sensitive, too, just like with your cock.”

He paused. “I’m not licking the most sensitive part, am I?”

“Well, it only makes sense you’d think that—”

“I’m a fucking idiot,” he said, and moved his tongue to her clitoris. He flicked it, gentle. “It’s your clit, right? Right?”

“Yes,” she said, giggling in embarrassment.

“Fuck me, why am I stupid?”

“Don’t,” she breathed, “please don’t be that hard on yourself. I don’t need—”

“I’ll make it up to you?”

“Nothing to make up for. It’s not like what you were doing feltbad.”

“Is there a part of your clitoris…” He paused to lick it in a positively delicious way, one that made her toes literally curl. She let out a squeal. “That’s more sensitive than another part?”

“Um.” She gasped. “Uh…” She reached down and he pulled back, looking at her. “This part, here, probably.”

“The underside,” he said with a smile. “It’s the same with us, between men and women, huh?”

“Maybe,” she said. “But, um, sometimes it’s too sensitive, and it’s kind of not good there, so this part.” She gestured. “Up here, the hood of it. That’s where you should, um, that’s the best spot.”

“Understood,” he said in a low voice and then he was licking her again, in the delicious way.

---