Page 65 of Lorran
He pushed her down onto her belly. Firm hands squeezed her ass and separated the cheeks. Wyn lifted her hips, pushing back against him. He kissed and nipped her flesh, sending little jolts up her spine.
His tongue swept around the rim to her back entrance. She gasped at the warm pleasure of the sensation and then jolted when his tongue probed in.
Her big bad alien was a virgin, and he wasdirty.
He licked and sucked until she melted into a puddle of oversensitive goo. Her clit ached. She tucked a hand under to rub. Lorran noticed and growled, his face right against her pussy, and the rumble of that made her clench.
He flipped her onto her back, tossed her legs over his shoulders and dove face first into her pussy. He licked and sucked with more enthusiasm than technique, but it was working for her. Really, really well.
She spread her hand on his head, then grabbed him by the horn. This seemed to spur him into overdrive. He licked harder on her clit, and she ached.
Oh, she wanted him to fuck her, to give her a good pounding, but boundaries. Whose silly idea had that been? Oh, right. Hers.
“Your fingers,” she gasped, “in me. I need them.”
He pulled back, as if to study her terrain. Wyn briefly wondered if he was the kind of guy who took offense when their partner gave direction. Not that she’d had a ton of partners—one, really—and he hadn’t been too interested in doing what Wyn needed.
“Like this?” He pushed a finger inside her core, crooking it in a come-hither motion. And she did.
“Yes!” Wyn arched up, clenching, and letting the sensation wash over her. Lorran gave a few curious pumps, watching her reaction. “Now lick my clit again. Slowly.”
Damn. Just, wow and fireworks and cramped feet. He kept a steady pace even as she squeezed his horns and cried out when her climax crashed over her.
He paused, waiting for her to still. Pressing a kiss to her inside thigh, he crawled onto the bed next to her. He stroked her hair and her face, a bemused if slightly smug expression on his face.
“My mate,” he murmured. His hands caressed her arms, stomach, hips, and legs, as if mapping her body. He showered her with light kisses, musky with her own flavor.
“Why are you still wearing clothes? This is happy naked time.”
“It is for me. I am incredibly happy about your nakedness.”
“I see.” She brushed her hand against his cock straining the front of his trousers. “Off. Get these off.”
“You do not need to—”
“I want to. Have you had a blowjob?”
“No,” he said quickly, voice almost strangled.
She rolled onto her knees. “I want to taste you.”
That seemed to do the trick. He unfastened his pants and pushed them down, freeing his cock. It bobbed in front of her, the head leaking. Up close, she had to admit it was noteworthy and more than a little intimidating.
Wyn gripped the base, taking her time as she inspected him. Ridges ran up and down his shaft. She gave an experimental stroke, finding the ridge had enough give to be pliable but felt firm.
“These look promising,” she said, before licking a wide swath up the side. The bumps tickled her tongue. Lorran’s entire body tensed, and he gave a long, low hiss.
“Good?” she asked, pulling off to look up.
He bit his bottom lip and nodded. “Very good.”
“If it’s too much, let me know.” She had no expectations of him lasting long. She wanted Lorran to enjoy himself, and she wanted to hear the sounds he’d make with his dick down her throat.
She circled the head, sweeping her tongue across and lapping up his precum. A salty, musky taste filled her senses. Yes, very good.
She licked up and down his length before swallowing him, taking as much of him as possible. His fingers twisted in her hair. Try as she might, she couldn’t fit all of him in her mouth unless she suddenly developed the ability to unhinge her jaw. One hand stroked, and the other cupped his balls, giving them a squeeze.
Lorran’s breath quickened. His grip in her hair tightened, pulling and tugging. His cock twitched under her tongue.
