Page 22 of Songbird
I pressed my lips softly against her jawline, drifting down to her neck and then to her collarbone, savoring the salty tang of her skin and a sweeter essence that was uniquely Izzy. Her heart pounded rhythmically, a steady thrum beneath my tongue, a testament to her vibrancy and life. A deep, primal growl rumbled low in my throat, unbidden and raw.
I gently stroked my hand towards the graceful curve of her breasts. Over the past few days, I had immersed myself in research about the intricacies of human female anatomy. Breasts seemed a particularly sensitive area—a true erogenous zone. Her previous reaction confirmed this, as she’d responded to even the slightest touch.
It wasn’t as though I hadn’t embarked on similar studies before, meticulously learning what brought pleasure to females of other species. However, those efforts were always in service to my duties as a spy. This time, my motivation was entirely different, driven solely by my desire to please her, to see her eyes light up with delight, and to feel the warmth of her smile.
I hesitated, my breath catching in my throat as my fingers trembled slightly. A subtle quiver betrayed the anticipation and desire coursing through me. “Can I touch you?”
Izzy nodded, her head bobbing up and down with a frenzied, erratic motion.
I gently caressed her breasts, one, then the other. I found them perfectly sized—full, but not overly large. Her nipples, firm and textured like small pebbles, pressed into my palms, filling them with natural ease. Izzy’s breath hitched, followed by soft, shallow pants, the cadence of which matched the insistent pounding of my heart and the urgent throbbing of my cock. My tail, which had previously lost its mind in Izzy’s presence seemedcontent to wind around her ankle, the tufted tip caressing her leg.
“You are so beautiful. Can I see you, Izzy?” My tone held a pleading quality, but I paid it no mind. I would endlessly beg for a glimpse of her exquisite form.
Her bright blue eyes locked onto mine, holding an intensity that sent a shiver down my spine. A rosy hue flushed her cheeks, and my kisses had left her lips slightly swollen and tender. I was so captivated by her breathtaking beauty, the way her hair fell in soft waves around her face, and the gentle rise and fall of her chest that I almost overlooked the subtle, yet unmistakable, nod of agreement she gave.
With one hand, I grasped the soft, woven hem of her dress. She gracefully lifted her arms, and in one fluid, seamless motion, I pulled the dress up and over her head, letting it cascade down to the floor in a whisper of fabric.
Her breasts were exquisite, adorned with creamy, smooth skin that appeared as soft as silk. The rosy nipples stood at attention, adding a delicate blush to the otherwise flawless surface. A faint smattering of freckles danced across her cleavage, like stars dotting an evening sky. I let my fingertips travel over the creamy smoothness, encircling each nipple with a feather touch. With a small grunt of frustration, Izzy arched her back, pressing herself more fully into my hands.
I grinned at her boldness, my hand gently enveloping one of her breasts, savoring the softness as I squeezed tenderly. She writhed beneath my touch, her pleasure unmistakably clear in every subtle movement and soft sigh. Yet, the sensation of touch alone wasn’t enough for me. I longed to taste the silky smoothness of her creamy skin. I yearned to feel the firm texture of her nipples on my tongue and explore every curve and nuance.
“So lovely, my perfect Izzy. Can I kiss you here?” I trailed around a nipple with a fingertip.
“Yes!” She didn’t hesitate to answer, her voice raspy and urgent.
I sank down onto the bed, bringing my face to her chest, eager to savor every precious second of this intimate moment. Her skin carried a tantalizing salty-sweet flavor, and felt unbelievably soft beneath my lips, akin to brushing against the delicate surface of a feather. Yet, there was a delightful contrast with her firm, pebble-like nipples that elicited soft moans and gentle squirms from her when I tenderly drew them into my mouth.
I lavished attention on her soft, supple breasts, feeling the warmth of her skin under my fingertips and tongue until she began to writhe and moan beneath me. Her body responded instinctively, hips arching upward in an urgent rhythm, pressing against the firm pressure of my arousal, still confined within my pants.
As my lips and tongue danced over her breasts, my fingertips embarked on a journey downwards. They gently glided over the graceful curve of her ribcage, pausing to tease playfully the charming little indentation known as a belly button. With a deliberate and tender motion, my fingers finally slid along the waistband of her undershorts—something human females called panties, marking the next step of our intimate exploration. I felt the intense warmth radiating from her core through the delicate, thin fabric, like a slow-building furnace that had now erupted into a full, fiery blaze.
“Can I touch you here?” I murmured against her skin, letting my fingertips teasingly dance over the waistband of the last barrier between us.
Izzy sucked in a sharp breath and tensed. For a moment, I feared I’d pushed her too far, but then she sighed heavily, her body seeming to melt against me. “Yes.”
I gently slipped my fingers inside her panties, feeling the smooth fabric give way as I ventured toward the sacred space between her thighs. Heat radiated from her, and the slickness of her skin testified to her arousal, with an inviting warmth that enveloped my touch. In my studies of human female anatomy, I learned about the fascinating human female nub of pleasure. Stranac females possessed a similar nub, but its location was much deeper within their bodies, making it almost unreachable for males. Yet with Izzy, it was right at my fingertips, nestled amidst soft, golden curls like a hidden treasure waiting to be discovered. I lightly flicked my finger over it, savoring the way her body responded immediately with a symphony of subtle movements and soft gasps.
I let my fingertips trail over her folds in a gentle stroking motion. “You feel so soft. So warm. Can I see you here, my sweet Izzy?”
She paused, suddenly aware that conceding this final step would utterly expose her to me. Hesitation hung in the air, a fragile thread of uncertainty. Yet, when our eyes locked, I saw the desire swirling within her gaze, vivid and intense, mirroring the longing that burned within me. It was a dance of emotions, raw and unguarded, accompanied by the faintest nod of her head.
Gently, I smoothed the fabric down over her hips and thighs, letting it pool on the floor next to her dress. She took my breath away, her creamy skin a symphony of curves and softness. The candlelight danced across her form, highlighting the elegant contours and the subtle blush that adorned her cheeks.
“You are so beautiful, my Izzy.”
She gazed at me from beneath her long, fluttering lashes, her eyes deepening to a sultry shade. My own arousal felt fierce, almost overpowering, a rhythmic ache that clamored for release. Yet, I pushed it aside, focusing entirely on the purpose of this night—her pleasure alone. Gently, I let my fingertip glide along the dark pink flesh of her delicate folds, shimmering with the sheen of her arousal, each touch a tender promise.
“Can I kiss you here?” I trailed my fingers along her slit, stopping to tease her nub with a smooth stroke of my thumb.
“There?” Izzy sucked in a sharp breath, the blush on her cheeks deepening. “You want to do... that?”
I lowered my head, inhaling deeply. “You smell so delicious, beautiful, Izzy. I want to taste you.”
Her embarrassment was a tangible force, flushing her cheeks a deep crimson. Yet equally strong was the pull of her desire. It simmered beneath the surface, a magnetic energy that was both undeniable and consuming, lighting up her eyes with a fervent spark.
“Yes.”
She trembled, a slight tremor running through her body as I positioned myself between her legs, my broad shoulders gently pushing them further apart. Her skin glistened under the soft glow of starlight beaming through the window as she lay there, open and utterly vulnerable, trusting me completely. I felt a powerful wave of possessiveness wash over me, Izzy was mine, my mate. Her scent filled the air, a tantalizing blend of musk and sweetness that set my senses alight and heart racing.
