Page 15 of Longing for the Minotaur
VALENTINA
Picking me up easily with both hands, Banon sets me down on the edge of the bed. His gaze roams over me, a broad grin spreading across his face.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous. I can’t believe how long I’ve wanted to tell you that.” He traces my jaw with his index finger. “Just so damned beautiful. Like the entire universe was waiting for you to appear.”
I’m panting now as he leans over me on the bed. Banon dips his hand under the hem of my shirt.
“You know what I’ve needed more than anything?” he asks.
I shake my head, not trusting my own voice.
“To see you.”
He pulls my shirt up over my head and soon, it’s gone, leaving me topless. I feel so exposed to him like this, my huge tits out for his judgment. His eyes are fastened to my nipples, and he drags a palm down his crotch, over the long bulge there.
“Damn,” he murmurs, resting one of his haunches on the bed between my legs so he can bend down closer. He encircles onebreast with his hand, and even with how big his palms are, my flesh bulges out between his fingers.
I’ve always hated them, my big boobs. It’s hard to find bras that fit my tiny ribcage, and everyone stares at them. But right now, I don’t want anything else but Banon’s hungry gaze on me as he rolls my nipple between two of his fingers.
“These are incredible.” Gently, he pushes me down onto the bed and crawls on top of me, spreading his hooves out to either side of my legs. His tail flicks back and forth behind him eagerly. “I’ve always wanted to suck on them.”
“Then do it,” I whisper, and he does. He puts his whole big mouth around one breast, drawing the nipple between his lips and sucking. I gasp as he palms my other breast, plucking it, teasing it, drawing out this tiny spark of pleasure bigger and bigger as he switches sides, rolling my other nipple around with his tongue before gently nibbling on it. Soon my hands are buried in his mane as he plays and torments me.
“I want you to take all your clothes off,” he says, reaching between us to tug at my pants. “I want to lick every part of you.”
The suggestion of what he might do between my legs sends a ripple of excitement through me. I never could have imagined Banon, that big muscle head, eating me out.
He stands up so I can do as I’m told, wriggling off my pajama pants and dropping them onto the floor. I reach for my socks, too, but he holds onto my ankle and stops me.
“No, I like the socks.” He drags his palms up my legs, to my thighs, where my underwear still clings to me. “You missed a spot.”
He hooks his fingers in the band, then lifts my legs so he can slowly drag them down. As he goes, he peppers my thighs with kisses, until the panties are off my feet and he shucks them across the room.
“You’re still dressed.” I nod at his shirt and jeans. “Don’t I get to look, too?”
He grins that arrogant grin that I’ve always loved, and eagerly pulls his shirt off over his head, the neck wide enough to slip over his horns. His jeans go next, falling down his haunches to his hooves.
His briefs don’t hide much, but it’s still too much covering him up.
“You want more?” he asks, bending down to tilt my chin up, so I’m looking into his eyes. “Do you want to see my cock again, Valentina?”
I’ll never get used to the way he says that name.
I nod, because I do. I want to get to touch it, and do many, many other things with it.
Still smirking, Banon pulls his boxer briefs down, and that massive cock emerges, hanging down but curving away from his body. I know it only gets bigger from here.
For a moment, I wonder how he’s going to fit. He’s much larger than any of the other males I’ve slept with since I went away to college, even that sphinx guy who lives on the bottom floor.
Watching me curiously, Banon reaches down and strokes himself, fingers traveling from the thick base to the blunt tip, where a bead of white fluid gathers at the slit. I sit forward on the bed so I can reach, then gently settle my hands on it. He sits back, letting me have his cock all to myself.
“It’s huge,” I whisper, running a palm from the root to the head.
“Don’t worry.” Banon strokes my cheek, over my ear and down to my jaw. “I’ll get you ready for it.”
That tingle in my abdomen is spreading, and I know right then that I want this inside me. I need Banon more than I need anything, or I might just starve.
Encircling him with my fingers, I admire his fat cock, how veins spider up the sides, underneath which hang two huge, furry balls. While I stroke with one hand, I reach down and cup them in my palm, testing their weight.
