Page 26 of When She's Handy

Ridges? On my tongue? They’ve always been there. It never occurred to me that she might like them, or find them fascinating. I have them on my cock, too, and I wonder what she thinks of that. I can’t wait to see her reaction—but first, I want to taste her for a while.

I tongue her, taking my time to savor the sensation of her softness against my mouth. Of the taste of her, the little cries she makes, of the hands that clutch frantically at me as I leisurely explore her. I head toward her clit when her cries take on a more fevered, frantic edge, and I remember that she said it was sensitive like a cockhead. I lick it experimentally, and when her hips buck, I do so with more enthusiasm. Her responses are incredible, and each burst of her flavor on my tongue makes my sac tighten in response. I don’t have to check myself to know that the head of my cock is covered with pre-cum—my trou are soaked with it.

I lavish attention on her clit, until Melody is whimpering in the way that makes my hips buck in response. She’s so responsive. I remember our first time together, and Melody was silent, all arms and legs as she held me close. I never heard these sounds from her, and I love hearing them now. I want to drink in every cry she makes, every sigh, every moan. Her hands squeeze tight on my horn-stumps, settling there and holding on as I work her with my mouth. She’s close, but she’s not there yet, and I think about what feels good for me when she touches me, and what filthy things I dream of.

So I close my mouth around her clit and suck gently.

Melody nearly comes off the bed with the force of her release. She arches up against me, crying out as the taste of her floods my mouth. Ah, kef, this is incredible. I’m going to park myself between her thighs daily, I decide. I’ll live here, with her legs on my shoulders and my mouth buried in her soft, wet cunt. I continue to lick her through her climax, until she pushes me away, her thighs quaking. “I…need…break…”

“Take all the time you need,” I coo to her, in charge of this moment and loving it. “I know just where you can rest.”

I get to my feet and undress, stripping off my clothing and tossing it aside. It smells like her cunt, which I love. I’m going to put that uniform somewhere safe and use it to jerk my cock, because I want to keep her scent forever. When I’m naked, I take the limp-with-pleasure female into my arms and sit on the side of the bed. She wraps her arms around my neck and I slide her thighs apart.

“Sit on my cock,” I tell her.

Melody moans again.

“You can do it,” I encourage her, stroking her back.

“You absolute deviant,” she says, even as she lifts her hips so I can settle her on my stiff, aching cock. “Where have you been hiding all this time?”

“I’ve always been like this. I just needed to make sure you were wanting me as much as I wanted you.”

She settles down on my length, gasping as she eases onto my cock with little rocking motions of her hips. When she’s fully seated on me, she wriggles in place and then quivers all over. “Wh-what’s the thing above your cock? I meant to ask about it last time.”

“My spur?” Melody keeps squirming, and when I move a hand between us, I realize my spur is rubbing at the apex of her pink folds, right where her clit is. Aha. “Do you not like it?”

She wheezes. “S’great.” Her nails dig into my arms and she clenches around my cock. “So great. Oh, fuck, I can’t think straight like this.”

I stroke her back again, even as she continues to squirm atop me. Kef, I want to just knock her to the mattress and rut her like an animal, but I admit that I like seeing her losing control like this. “I could hold you like this forever,” I tell her. “For hours on end.”

The whine she lets out is beautiful.

“Patience, my sweet scrapper. Good things come to those that wait.”

She gasps, her lungs working like bellows even as her cunt clenches around me again. “Five…years…wasn’t…enough?”

“Mmm. You think you’ve waited long enough? Is that what you’re saying?” I reach out and palm one breast, caressing her nipple with my thumb.

Melody combusts all over again, clenching around me and climaxing with a small cry. She clings to me, gasping and shivering.

I haven’t moved. It’s killing me, but I haven’t moved a single muscle. I’m not the most experienced of mesakkah, but I know that an orgasm tastes best when it’s teased for a while. So I toy with her breast even as she shifts her weight atop me, constantly moving as if she’ll somehow find a position that won’t be making her crazy. “Tell me you want to come again.”

“That…that was three.” She bites her lip, and her cunt ripples around me again.

“Tell me you want this. That you want me to take you and make you feel incredible.” I’m greedy for her words, greedy for her to tell me how this makes her feel.

Melody turns soft, dazed eyes to me, her lips parted. “Tell me you’ll stay with me forever this time.”

Her words gut me. “Forever,” I vow to her, aching. “I promise.”

Her eyes brim with tears and she leans against me, her forehead pressed to my cheek. She strokes my face, even as she rocks her hips over mine.

“My mate,” I tell her reverently. “My sweet, perfect mate.”

“Yours,” she agrees.

She remains in my lap, seated and twitching, as I stroke her soft skin and murmur to her just how much I adore her. How I’m glad we took the time to get to know one another because it’s been the best month of my life, and everything I learn about Melody just makes me love her more. I love her stubbornness. I love her impulsivity. I love that she can look at a pile of garbage and see the potential for a future project. I love that she hates losing in a board game but is determined to win the next time. I love that her eyes shine when she gazes up at me.

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