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I'd do all I could not to blunder. Not to slam too hard despite her telling me she'd like it.

But, oh, how wonderful she tasted. Her inner walls spasmed around my tongue, and while I knew almost nothing about what I was doing, even I could tell that this meant she liked it. That heartened me. Maybe this wouldn't be half bad. Maybe she'd enjoy it enough she'd tell me she was going to stay more than a few days.

I licked up toward the tiny bud I'd only read about above her passage. So little yet powerful. A cleat, that was what it was called. I'd love this cleat until she was moaning more than she had when I sucked on her nipples. Such a heady sound, that moan. Could I get her to do it again?

I circled the cleat tentatively with the tip of my tongue, feeling her body tense beneath me. She let out a soft gasp, her fingers digging into my hair, guiding me, urging me on. I took that as a good sign and closed my lips around it, sucking like I had with her nipple. Her hips bucked against my mouth, and I steadied her with my hands, spreading her thighs wider. She was writhing now, her breath coming in short, sharp pants. This told me I was doing something right.

I increased the pressure, flicking my tongue against her, feeling her grow more swollen and sensitive from my touch. Her moans filled the open meadow, and it was such a lovely sound, I wanted to hear them forever.

She was getting closer, her body tensing like a band ready to snap. I didn't stop, didn't slow down. I wanted to feel her release, to know that I had brought her to that point. I may not have been with a female, but I'd palmed my cock. Jerked on it until it squirted pale green cum everywhere. I knew what pleasure felt like.

Her body shook, her thighs clamping around my head as she cried out. Not quite ready to feel her come but equally eager to do so, I slid a finger inside her, gliding it in until it hit the end of her passage. She was small and tight, and my cock was going to explode if I had the chance to drive it inside her.

Her inner muscles clenched around my finger, drawing it deeper into her warmth. I moved it slowly, exploring her, feeling her slick walls gripping me tightly. She was so wet, so ready for, perhaps, even a cock—my cock. But I wanted to savor this. I curled my finger, stroking her inside, dragging my finger in and out. Her moans grew louder, more insistent, and she kept bucking her hips up to meet my hand.

I kept my mouth on her cleat, my tongue swirling and flicking in rhythm with my finger. Her hips moved in time with my hand, her body asking for more. I obliged, sliding a secondfinger into her, stretching her gently. Her moans turned to gasps, her breaths jerking in and out of her lungs as I filled her more completely.

Three fingers were approximately the width of my cock, and I drove them inside her as well. I had no coorails on my hand, but she'd experience them soon.

I was suddenly full of confidence. I could do this. I would not bumble.

Her body was birdsong. The creak of insects in the night. The sway of the trees in the wind and the trickle of the steam nearby. Everything a male could ever crave in this life. I could feel her tension building again, her inner walls fluttering around my fingers. I increased the pace, my fingers thrusting deeper, my tongue pressing harder against her cleat. She was close, and it was more arousing than I'd ever imagined.

Her hands fisted in my hair, her body arching off the ground as she cried out my name. Her release roared through her. Her inner walls clamped down on my fingers, pulsing in time with her heartbeat, and a gush of warmth and wetness soaked my hand. I kept my mouth on her, my tongue caressing her cleat, as she rode out her pleasure. Her body shook and trembled, her breath coming in ragged gasps. I slowed my movements, bringing her down gently, until her body was still, her muscles relaxed.

I lifted my head, looking up at her. Her eyes were closed, her lips parted, a soft smile playing at the corners of her mouth. She looked sated, beautiful. Pride swelled in my chest because I'd done that for her. I'd given her joy.

I slid my fingers out of her, bringing them to my mouth, tasting her. Sweet and tangy. I could get addicted to that taste, to her. I moved up her body, kissing every bit of her skin. Her eyes fluttered open, and she looked at me with a softness I hadn't seen before. An almost heady look that humbled me.

“More, Tark. I want it all.”

I tilted my head, studying her face. My cock was a fence post in my pants, but it could stay that way if she even hinted she wasn't sure. “Truly?”

“Truly.”

I rose to my feet and nearly ripped off my shirt. My pants. Then I straightened, letting her see what she could have.

Or turn down. It was never too late.

She reached her arms up toward me. “Get down here and give me that gorgeous cock.”

I tumbled to the grass, bracing myself on top of my mate.

Chapter 17

Gracie

“Cock,” I said. “Give me that unusual cock now.”

“Unusual?” His face cratered and fear flickered through his eyes. “It’s not defective, is it?”

I hated that even now, he lacked confidence in his body, his very soul. I was going to do all I could to fix that.

“It’s gorgeous. Big. As green as you. And with very intriguing things that look like a Jacob’s ladder spiraling around it. Give it to me now.” I was on fire for his touch.

His cock.

His lips quivered up in a smile. “You want me?”

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