Page 30 of His Human to Learn

Marron rubs his mouth against the fabric again, and as he turns his face to the side, he wraps his mouth around my thigh and gives it a soft bite. I moan and grab for his horns, begging him to do it again. He smiles but keeps his teeth to himself as he leans back on his heels, keeping my legs on his shoulders so he can admire me.

"If I do anything you do not like, you tell me," Marron says, his eyes moving up to my face.

I'm propped up on my forearms, watching to see what he plans on doing to me. My breathing is heavy, and my chest is almost as bright red as my face. Marron notices and seems to puff his chest a bit at how worked up he's gotten me.

"I will. I will. Just do something." I know I sound whiny, but I've waited way too long to be with him just to have him sit between my legs and stare at me.

Marron clicks his tongue at me, but his eyes hold a hint of mischief that I don't know what to do with. Before I get a chance to ask about it, he's bringing one of his hands up between my legs and resting the tips of his fingers along my slit. The fabric stops his touch too soon, but he seems to like that even more. He hovers his fingers, just barely touching me for long moments as he tilts his head to the side, and my clit pulses in an attempt to get more stimulation.

"Keep flexing against me," Marron says, his words more of a command, but his attention entirely focused between my legs.

I whine, and my poor clit pulses with more vigor like we'll get to come if I do what he says. Marron's eyes flash up to mine, and he nods his approval before returning to watching me. His fingers still don't move or apply any more pressure, and the whine in my throat is turning into a needy whimper.

"Please, Marron, touch me. I need more." I flex my hips upward, attempting to grind against his fingers.

He pulls them away from my clit, raising them higher on my body until he grabs the front of my underwear and pulls them tighter up my body. He does it slowly as if he knows it could hurt if he goes too fast or too hard.

"I have dreamed about you in nothing but these every single night since you flashed them at me," Marron says, pulling my panties tight against me, the friction feeling wonderful against my clit. So much so that I let my head fall back, and a moan escapes my lips. Marron relaxes his hold on the fabric before tightening it like he just had it.

My breath catches in my throat as he does it again, and I realize what he's trying to do.

"What do you do with my underwear?" I ask in English because I'm too far gone to talk in his language. He's lucky I can say anything between the breathy moans escaping my lips as hekeeps up a steady rhythm of pulling my underwear against my clit.

"I wrap them around my cock and pleasure myself with them," Marron says, not an ounce of shame in his voice.

He keeps tugging on my underwear with one hand, the other moving between my legs, stroking against my lower lips where they've started to poke out the side of my underwear since he's pulling them tight.

"You are so plump here," he says with an admiration I'm not expecting when talking about the size of my labia. "I will make you coverings with less fabric. I want to see you overflowing from them. Yes, I would like that very much."

"Are you going…" I moan as Marron presses a finger against my pussy through the fabric. He rubs soft circles against me as he keeps stimulating me with my underwear. "Please, are you going to fuck me?"

"Not yet." He glances up at me, a look of certainty on his face that tells me we're not having sex until he's had his fill of teasing me in my underwear. I flop down on my back and fist the blankets in my hands. "Good mate, lie back and let me bring you pleasure."

He's not lying, either. I don't need to do any of the work as he brings me closer and closer to orgasm just by tugging on my underwear. His finger continues to trace soft circles at my entrance, but he never slips between the fabric. No, he keeps pressing against the wetness pooling from me and soaking it into my underwear.

My moans become more and more desperate until I'm shattering, and the world seems to go fuzzy for a moment. I call out his name, my knuckles turning white as I grip the blankets.

Marron loosens his hold on my underwear as I come down from my orgasm, and then gently pulls them out from between my lips and smooths them out over me. He grabs my thighs,spreading me even wider as he leans close to my core and blows out a long, warm breath over my soaked underwear.

"Can you feel how wet you are?" Marron asks. He presses my thighs up and closer to my body so he can fold me in on myself before he blows another stream of air over me while staring at my eyes. "You are eager for your mate, are you not?"

"I am.Please, Marron, I need you." I reach up to grab his hand, and his face softens.

"What do you need from me, mate?" Marron asks, his eyes teasing as he presses his thumb against my clit, feeling it pulse under his touch, aching for more of him. "Use those human words and tell me everything you want me to do to you."

My breath catches for a second, and then I lick my lips. Wetting them in an attempt to buy myself some time. It was easier to tell Marron I wanted him to fuck my brains out when I didn't think he could understand me, but now that I know, I'm suddenly self-conscious. Like, my words are embarrassing now instead of sexy. I mean, Marron just told me he jerks off with my underwear, and it was the hottest thing I've heard. But now that it's my turn, I feel like I'm just going to embarrass myself.

"Use your words," Marron nuzzles his face close to my core, sniffing loudly like he did during the mating ceremony.

The idea of him sniffing me there has my face burning, and I squeal as I try to close my thighs. Of course, he's stronger than me and keeps me spread nice and wide for him. His eyes flicker up to me, and he presses his nose right against me before taking another long sniff, somehow making it even louder than the previous one.

"Marron!" I squeal and wiggle in his hold even more. He smiles against me, the amusement in his eyes making up for how mortified I am.

"My mate has the sweetest smelling cunt," he hisses against the fabric of my underwear. As if to prove his point, he rubs hisnose against the wet fabric again. "I could live the rest of my life right here and die the happiest male."

"No dying." I swat at him and grab one of his horns. He flicks his eyes upward and gives me an approving smile. I'm sure he wants me to use his horns to hold him against me, but right now, I want him inside of me, not just sniffing me and rubbing his face against me. "Not until I've made love to you."

His brows go up, but he finally relents and pulls away from having his face between my legs. "You wish for lovemaking now? I thought I was supposed to fuck you hard?"

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