Page 15 of Healing the Leonid Doctor's Heart
“You smell so divine. So beautiful. You’re going to taste so good that I won’t want to stop,” Marcus purred, head raised for the moment. “But I will, of course, if you ask. Would you like me to stop?”
Yes. Perhaps. No.“No, if you’re okay with everything, so am I.”
“Okay with? Abi, pleasuring you pleasures me. I’m not doing this as some sort of penance, I’m doing this because I—” Marcus stopped and then must have decided to hell with it, because he continued with a dark chuckle that made her pussy pulse, “because I’m going to get to touch you where you’re wettest and softest, and bury my tongue in your slit. I get to touch all of your pretty little petals and pieces, and that excites the hell out of me. That makes me hard and I... I want this. I would do this every day if you let me. I love that it feels good for you, but I’m too ‘mature’ not to be honest in bed. I would selfishly suck you dry and come hard, realizing that your pussy was dancing under my tongue. So if you’re worried I don’t want to do this, stop.”
She blinked and let her tensed muscles relax. “Really?”
Marcus groaned. “Let me convince you.”
“Oh! Oh my God!” Abigail didn’t mean to shout, but she had no idea that it would feel like this. Maybe it wouldn’t have felt like this with an ordinary human man, but a Felid was an entirely different experience.
Marcus’ mouth engulfed her, his bottom fangs gently pressing into her round cheeks while the top of his mouth closed down over her smooth, hairless mound, tongue swiping up and down and across, everywhere.
She closed her eyes and her hands traveled erratically up and down her body, not knowing what to do as the tiny texturedbumps on this tongue caressed her folds, her clit, and cupped around it, sucking gently.
“Oh my God,” she whispered again as electric pins and needles prickled down her legs and found a home in her toes. As her hands found her nipples and began to massage the hardened peaks, her toes curled tight. “What... What is this? Is it always like this?” Abigail gasped.
Marcus didn’t answer in words, but he purred loudly—and her hips left the mattress as his tongue and mouth caused her entire pussy to vibrate. His paws caught her bottom as she writhed, bucking forward to capture the delicious vibrations, and Marcus finally spoke.
“The wine is weak compared to your nectar,” he huffed, hot breath against her soaking skin.
Before she could answer, his mouth was busy again, this time, his tongue lapping purposefully at her tight tunnel, a barely explored place. Memories of her times with Brent fought their way to the front of her mind. Tight. Painful. Relief. A hint of pleasure.
“Abi? Something wrong?”
“No, I... I like it. It doesn’t hurt.”
Marcus’ head jerked up. In the dark, his eyes were suddenly golden flames, glittering and dangerous. “It shouldn’t hurt. There should only be some discomfort the first time.”
“I know, I know. Brent said that because I waited for so long to have sex, it was really... I was really tough inside, hard to—you know, penetrate.”
Marcus’ paws, which had been stroking and kneading her backside, went still. All of him went still. Abigail swallowed a sudden surge of fear that came from seeing the doctor she’d come to consider a friend sit and stare like this—with the eyes of a hunter spotting his prey.
When he spoke, his voice was low, more growl than words. “He lied.”
“What?”
“He was selfish. He lied. It shouldn’thurt; it shouldneverhurt. You should be so soaking wet that your lover slides into you, and your pussy stretches to fit him, wrapping around him while he gives you such pleasure that your body never wants to release him!”
“I didn’t know, I never—”
“I’m not mad at you. I want to killhim. But I won’t. I’ll just correct his mistakes.” Marcus’ snarling words ended with a deep sigh, mouth lowering again to devour her—but this time he looked right into her eyes while his tongue slowly sank into her.
“Marcus,” Abigail said one word before she felt herself falling into a helpless tangle of nerves, all the nerves. Scared, excited, aroused... The all-consuming cocktail swamped her as his paws moved, one to take her clenching hand and one to circle her clit, rubbing and pulling the flesh around it as if he knew just what would make her come.
His tongue is fucking me better than Brent’s cock ever did; that’s what’s going to make me come, Abigail thought as the electrical currents that had made her toes curl raced back up and settled in her thighs, making them shake. She’d been shaking the first time, too, but not like this. Not because she felt so good that she didn’t know what to do or say, or what would happen next.
“So tight. And that’s not a bad thing,” Marcus paused in his slow, swirling strokes. “He lied. Being tight should feel good for both of us. I’m already imagining it, but I—” Marcus stopped and shook his head. “I’m sorry.”
“Tell me. I like when you tell me all these things,” she hurried to urge him, squeezing his paw. “What are you imagining?”
“How tight you’re going to feel on my cock—when you’re ready. And how it’ll make you come, because I’m going to hitevery erogenous zone you have. I’ve been studying extra hard today,” he whispered before placing another long, lingering kiss on her folds, sucking them into his mouth.
“God, yes. You have?”
“Can I show you?”
She would have said yes to anything right then. She was so close, and she needed something more, but she couldn’t quite figure out what. It wasn’t penetration, surely, because that’s what had been so uncomfortable with Brent.
