Page 42 of Make Me Bee-lieve

Calvin blinks. “Well, fine isn’t good enough. Where can I touch you that will feel better than ‘fine,’ Sunshine?”

I prop myself up on my four forearms and gnaw my bottom lip. “I’m not actually sure. I don’t usually pleasure myself. It’s not princess-like behavior, you see.”

He scoffs, folds his glasses, and sets them aside. “Oh, that’s a bunch of bull. Everyone deserves to feel good in their own body, Po. I guess I’ll just have to explore for a little while until I hit a spot you like, hm?”

Cal kisses the skin beneath my breasts, then between them, until he trails down to the beginning of my pelvis. His scruff nuzzles against the tender skin there, making me giggle. Then he pulls my gown down the rest of the way, over my knees until I’m completely naked before him. Being on my back is difficult thanks to my abdomen, which keeps getting in the way, so I tuck it underneath myself and sit on it like a cushion.

This feeling of vulnerability sends panic into my heart, but under his gaze, I feel nothing short of miraculous. For once in my life, I feel beautiful. Aunt Elza and Florian were always insinuating that I was too big, too much, to the point where it felt like no matter what I looked like, they’d find some fault in it. In me.

“You look at me like you’re stargazing. They’re up there, you know,” I tease as I look up at the moon. Still not a single cloud in the sky. Good. I hope it stays that way.

Calvin chuckles as he sits back onto his knees. “The stars have nothing on you, Po. In fact, you’re probably making them jealous.”

I blush. I can’t help it. He’s just so … kind. A rare quality in people these days. And it’s never been a hallmark trait of the fae. While my colony has always moved together as a part of a greater whole, we are not impervious to some of the less-desirable traits that the fae exhibit. The trickster energy of our kind flares up every now and then, leaving me to knock my subjects back in their places lest they become unruly like the butterfly fae, who occasionally play tricks on my foragers. Nasty, gorgeous assholes.

But Calvin is just kind for the sake of it. He doesn’t expect anything in return, and he doesn’t make any sort of demands. He offers things simply because he wants to. “Thank you,” I say, looking away from him. “Oh, you. You’re too sweet.”

He lowers his face between my thighs, and I lift an eyebrow.

“Not as sweet as you,” he says, then takes a few steady breaths before he all but dives into my most sensitive area. The fur on my arms stands upright, and I suck in a sharp gasp. His tongue flicks in and out of my cunt, tasting me. When he lifts his gaze to meet mine, I notice the shimmering honey left behind on his mouth and cheeks. His eyes are heavy with lust as he stares at me. My thighs tremble.

“I can never get enough of your honey,” he growls, sending a thrill straight into my heart, leaving me gobsmacked. “Never.”

He doesn’t wait for me to reply before diving back into my cunt like a starving animal. My hips buck against his face as the tension in my core tightens into a ball of liquid energy. Oh, sweet merciful sun. This feels too good. Cal’s grunts as he gets more and more aroused make my own body respond in kind, and soon, I’m unable to keep my butt down on my abdomen. Noticing this, he places his palm flat against my stomach and chuckles.

“Down, girl,” he rasps. He sits upright and yanks off his shirt and tosses it aside, baring his naked chest to me. A racy, very unprincess-like thought crosses my mind.

“Cal, what if … what if we position ourselves in a way that I can bring you pleasure with my mouth at the same time?”

Cal’s body goes rigid at the suggestion, and for a second, I’m pretty sure I’ve said something wrong. But then my eyes dart down to his leaking cock. The thick vein in his shaft practically throbs. He’s liable to burst soon, I realize.

“I’m sorry,” I say quickly. “Did I say something wrong?”

He shakes his head, and his hair falls in his eyes. “N-No. Not at all. It’s just … I’ve never sixty-nined before. Or… made love, of course.”

Blinking, I ask, “What’s sixty-nine? That’s a number, right?”

His throat bobs. “Yes, but it’s also the name of the position you’re talking about.”

I shrug. “Okay? So, can we try it or not?”

“Oh, absolutely,” he says, and lies on his back. I’m surprised and amused by his eagerness. “Come over here and put your abdomen over my face. That’s probably the easiest way.”

I get up off my duft and approach him like he’s a foreign entity, strange yet fascinating. He stares up at me and licks his lips. Clearly he’s ready, but this is awkward. Still, I do as he says and loom over his lanky body before positioning my bottom over his face. But before I sit down, I hover.

“A-Are you sure, Calvin? Because I don’t want to hurt you,” I say.

Calvin sighs, and the coolness of his breath brushes against my cunt. It’s enough to drive a girl mad.

“Polina. Sunshine. Sit down. Now,” he grinds out.

I sit, and his tongue is instantly deep within my folds, devouring me. A cry escapes my throat, and I clap my hands over my mouth. Oh, sun! Clearly, the gods knew what they were doing when they gave this human a tongue and lips!

But there’s no time to rest on my laurels. Not when there’s a job waiting for me. His erection twitches, and I stare at it hesitantly for a few seconds before deciding to just … grab it. He lets out a deep moan as he thrusts his tongue inside of me. I try to ignore his delicious ministrations so I can focus on the task at hand: making him feel good, too.

I fist his cock in one of my hands as I use another to stroke his balls. My third arm reaches behind to stroke his abs, and my fourth holds back my hair as I lower my face over the tip of his cock and suck.

He bucks his hips and plunges deeper into my cunt until I feel like I’m about to explode. Don’t come, don’t come, don’t come…

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