Page 23 of Saving Lauren

“Do you like that, little one?” he whispers in my ear. “Do you like my hands on you, taking care of you?”

“Yes,” I says softly, and his hands continue roaming.

He put some more soap foam on his hands and gets to work cleaning my body. It all starts out fairly innocent with my arms, but as soon as he gets to my breasts all bets are off.

He squeezes my breasts, while his thumb flicks my nipple and it feels so good. I feel myself aching. I need him, I realize, I need… more.

“More, please, D’Var,” I beg of him.

He turns my head and kisses me, when he releases me his hand roams down, touching my folds and I begin to tremble. The more he is touching me, the more this need is building.

“What do you need, little one?” he asks me.

“More”, I say huskily.

He turns me around, dropping to his knees before me. I gasp and he looks at me.

“Can I touch you, my sweet Zarra?”

“Yes, D’Var, yes you can,” I whisper. I moan in pleasure as his hands come up my inner thigh and he caresses my folds.

“L’Ren,” he says hoarsely. “Your scent. You smell so good, so incredible.” He licks his lips, looking up at me.

“Can I taste you?” he asks and when I nod, he grabs my hips and pulls me towards his face.

I gasp as D’Var dives in, there is just no other way to describe what he is doing to me. He holds onto me tightly, with his hands on my hips and his mouth and tongue is all over my pussy. I almost cum on the spot. I have to hold on tight to his horns to keep my legs from going out. I moan and my body acts like it has a will of its own, twisting my pelvis so his tongue reaches my clit.

“What do we have here….” he murmurs against my pussy. He uses his thumbs to open my folds and reveal my clit.

“What is this shiny little nub, you have hidden here, my Zarra.” And he gives it a tentative lick.

“That's ... My… Clit,” I pant, feeling his grin against my flesh.

“Your clit? You call it? Such a tiny name, for something that seems to bring you so much pleasure…” He continues his exploration of it, grazing my clit with one of his sharp teeth.

“D’Var,” I cry out. “Please ...”

“What is it my mate, am I not caressing your clit in the right way?” He continues his torture, his licks becoming more determined now. I grit my teeth and answer him, panting.

“You know you are. Less… talking… more ...” And as I say the words, he gently sucks my clit into his mouth. I lose all coherent thoughts. I am so close to my orgasm, something I did not think I would ever be able to achieve again, but here it comes …

Then it’s there. Thundering over me like a freight train, it is the most intense orgasm I have ever had. I see stars, screaming out D’Vars name at least a couple of times. He keeps licking and sucking, while I hold onto his horns for dear life.

When I am nothing but a trembling mess, begging him to release me, he lets me go lifting me with him as he gets back up to his feet.

D’Var shuts off the water and carries me out of the shower. He wraps me into the enormous towel, handling me with the softest touch, while murmuring sweet words in my ear. I zone out not hearing everything he is saying, but I feel cherished … special, and his. His touches are tender, reverent, making sure I am dry and warm before he carries me to the bed and tucks me in. He slides into the sheets behind me, enveloping me in his warmth.

I sigh contently at the feeling of his big body around me, giving in to my exhaustion as I drift off into a deep, boneless sleep.

CHAPTER 12

Lauren

Iwake up the next morning to a blissful warmth. D’Var is spooning me and I snuggle into his hold a little bit more. Then I feel something poking in my back, suddenly I am wide awake, remembering everything that happened last night.

“D’Var?” I whisper. “Are you awake?”

“Very much so, my mate,” he answers, pushing his erection into me a bit more. His hand that was atop my stomach moves up to cup my breast.

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