Chapter 6 The Sweetest Taste

• Unable to resist, I upturned my face and slid my tongue along there. Coming away with the thick, honeyed flavor that had me moaning for more.
• I became more vicious, driven by something primal. With a vicious growl I shouldered between her legs, forcing them further open as I reached up to catch her plump rounded buttocks. Holding her against me like an offering. I tipped up my head and just brushed my teeth against the lips, hungrily. Snarling in my impatience made her give a soft pleading whimper of pleasure. Wanting more.
• I wanted more too.
• I licked her ferally. Taking in her flavor and set on licking her dry. But for every syrupy sweetness I retrieved from her. There was more.
• Her hands fell to my shoulders, hanging onto me strength and her body became weaker. Then she let go of a shuddering scream that shook the walls of the hut.
• But I wasn’t nearly done.
• Her nails biting into my shoulders as she drove herself against my face only made me greedy for more.
• I lifted her in my hands and turned her to the floor. Catching her back with my hand to keep her from landing roughly. I folded her knees up to her chest and held them there, so I could drive my face more fully into her. Taking from her that delicious taste that was making me wild.
• I fed on her until she was squealing and wiggling, desperate for a break.
• But I wouldn’t let her go.
• However, I was now pulsing through that hard length pinched between my hips and the floor as I fed on her.
• Unable to take that pain any longer I moved over her. Letting her lower her legs.
• Her face was sweating, and her eyes were soft. There were teeth imprints on her lips which were now deeply red from the rush of blood pulsing underneath her skin. I could almost hear the swish of it with my senses so attuned to her.
• I could hear the fluttering of her heartbeat.
• “I can’t take anymore.” She pleaded.
• “You can.”
• I could feel it with my animal senses.
• She was tiring, but her body was still strong and yearning for more.
• She just doesn’t know it yet.
• I swooped my hips down and hooked myself along that crease until I felt the warm opening of her entrance. I pushed my powerful buttocks forward and surged into her. Immediately drowning in the heat of her body. Feeling the reflexive tightening of her softest tissues. Suckling me.
• I moaned, jerking back out of her, as I was startled by the foreign sensation. But even as I withdrew from her, I felt the tightening in my sack, objecting to me leaving her body unfulfilled. The cool air against my slickened staff, made me want back inside her immediately.
• I pushed back in more slowly this time. Taking my time to ease into her. Feeling the pull of her body, trying to urge me in further. Folding open to form around me. Every bit of her molded around me. Clinging to every curve and swell of my cock until I was fully embedded in her and we were connected along our thighs and hips. I carefully lowered myself over her until I could feel her plump breasts smashing against my chest. Though I didn’t drop my entire weight, seeing that she was clearly so much smaller than me, I feared I would hurt her.
• “Whoa…” She breathed. “You are a fine stud, aren’t ye?”
• I didn’t know what that meant but I was breathing raggedly as I stroked in and out of her. Building a friction that had me going mad. I swelled further while inside her until I wondered if my flesh was going to rip apart.
• I was trying to see everything at once. My eyes roving over all I could see. Her pretty features relaxed in pleasure. Her forehead and chest dampened with sweat until her skin nearly stuck to mine. Her lips were parted and her breath was coming out in soft pants. Which excited me.
• Everytime I pushed into her, her body slid and lifted slightly, making her breasts glide upward in a smooth motion which I found incredibly seductive. Her pink nipples becoming even more rosy like the blooming petals of a flower.
• I gripped her hip with one hand. Holding her body still as I filled her, reducing the resistance of her sliding away. So I could feel just a hairsbreadth more of her.
• Her hands lurched up to pinch the skin of my biceps. Biting into the muscle as she tightened under me. Gripping around me so tightly I thought she might be trying to pull something out of me.
• I felt a cold shiver run over me, tightening my spine and chilling the bottom of my sack before I felt a fast surge running through the bottom side of my cock and spilling from the tip in a swish of relief that was incomparable to anything else I’d ever known.
• But the moment I was done I wanted more. I began to move again.
• “No. No!” She wiggled beneath me.
• I watched her in confusion, wondering how she could possibly not want it as much as me.
• It was incredible.
• Connecting with her had been like plugging into a different world.
• I’d seen things I’d never imagined and felt things I’d never known.
• And I want more…
• I doubted that I would ever be able to get enough of what she’d just shared with me.
• But she was rolling away. Turning to look at the wall and easing her body back against mine.
• I pulled her back into me, sensing that she didn’t want more. I resisted the urge to grip around her and slide back in from behind to get more of what I’d just had.
• But I hoped that if I didn’t press her, she’d give me more.
• I wanted more of her.