His hand immediately covers mine, palming my neglected breast and then teasing the nipple with his fingers while his mouth sucks on the other.
I whimper again, my heels digging into the mattress as I arch my back, trying to feed more of my body to his hungry mouth. “I like this. I like this a lot, Matty. We can do this often.”
Mathiras’s mouth lifts from my nipple and then he blows on it, cool air racing across my skin. “I plan on it, love. How are you feeling?”
“Squirmy,” I admit. “Like I need to move.”
“Move away, or just move?” he asks, clarifying.
I reach up and grab one horn, trying to tug him back down. “Not away! I want you to stay.”
He grins, his eyes gorgeous and heavy-lidded as he gazes up at me. He leans down and gives my wet nipple one more kiss and then begins to kiss his way down my belly, avoiding the section of my midriff where I’m bandaged.
Well that’s not what I wanted at all. I tug on his horn again. “Go back. Go back. I said I wanted you to stay!”
“Patience, love. I swear I’m going somewhere with this.”
“My navel isn’t sensitive,” I point out as he kisses it. “I’d rather you come back to my breasts.”
He chuckles again and goes lower, past the bandages. And lower. He kisses all the way down my belly and then presses a kiss to the tuft of hair between my thighs which is…strange. Is he going to put his fingers on me and just…look really close up? Maybe that’s it. Either way, I’m about to get some fingers to lead me to an orgasm, which is terribly exciting. It feels as if it’s been forever since I had one and I’m craving another.
But then he kisses lower, his tongue dragging against my folds and I gasp. “What was that?”
Mathiras’s mouth moves over me between my thighs. “I’m kissing you everywhere.”
“Oh…oh.” I practically fling my legs open wider to give him access. “Oh, keep going.”
He chuckles, and I feel his thumb slide over my folds, then gently pull them apart. “I know you’re very sensitive here, love. If I do something that’s too much, you’ll tell me, yes?”
“Yes,” I pant. I’m breathless with eagerness. “Yes, yes, yes. Kiss me there, Matty. I think I’d like that a lot.”
“Are you sure?” Mathiras lifts his head, his face full of amusement. “I don’t want to rush you—”
I grab his horn and try to shove his face downward.
Still chuckling, he swipes his tongue over the interior of my folds and I suck in a breath. That felt…interesting. It’s different than his fingers. Wetter and softer, but fascinating. His tongue strokes over me again, from the entrance of my body to the row of sensitive buds at the apex of my folds. When his tongue hits there, I keen, panting. It’s a lot, but it’s the good a lot, like it was when he put his fingers inside me.
“You taste so sweet,” he murmurs, and I can feel his breath against my overheated skin. “I knew you would, but damn, Helen, you always amaze me.”
“It’s…because…I’m…amazing,” I pant. “More tongue please.”
“You really are.” Mathiras laps at me again, and I can feel every bit of his tongue as it glides wetly over my flesh. It’s another good sensation, I decide, but it makes me restless all over again. I tug on his horn, needing more of something. As if he can read my mind, he lowers his head, his mouth brushing over the row of bumps.
Then, his lips close over them and he sucks.
I scream, my hips bucking against his face. Oh, oh, oh. That was amazing.
He lifts his head. “Helen, are you—”
I plant a hand atop his hair and shove his head back down.
CHAPTER 75
MATHIRAS
I’m not sure why I was concerned Helen might find oral sex overwhelming. I always forget that she hasn’t been raised with mesakkah values. That she’s been brought up by three humans who taught her human ways.
It’s the first time I’ve done this for a female, ever, and kef, I wasn’t sure if I’d like it. Hygiene laws dance in the back of my mind but are quickly discarded, because kef me, licking her cunt, the source of her juices, is an utter addiction. I can’t get enough of her, licking and sucking eagerly to try and pleasure her. I’m not entirely sure what I’m doing—everything I know about going down on a female I’ve learned from human vids that discuss it with jokes, and Adiron’s casual commentary that he loves Jade’s taste.
So I drag my tongue over Helen’s sensitive flesh again. “You’ll tell me if I do something you don’t like, yes?”
Her face is flushed, her hair tousled as she bites her lip and whimpers again, trying to push my head back between her thighs every time I lift it. Yeah, she’ll let me know. Helen doesn’t have a bit of modesty when it comes to taking pleasure for herself, and I keffing adore that. I close my mouth around her again, sucking on the row of buds that crown her cunt.