Page 31 of Rescuing Mara

His fingers play with my nipple, and his mouth assaults mine, he grinds his cock against me, and I feel wetness against my trousers.

“O’Rec… It’s... wet. I don’t want to...” He cuts me off with another kiss.

“Yes,” he pants when he breaks our connection. “Deliciously wet, did you not notice that in the bedroom? You are aroused, my star. Your cunt is getting itself nice and wet for my cock.”

I feel tingles all over my body, and it’s almost like my chest is exploding. Suddenly, I am absolutely certain I want this male. I want what he’s talking about, me being so wet that his cock can just slide in.

“Marra…” he moans loudly. “What are you thinking about? Your scent and your arousal are getting stronger by the second.”

“You.” I pant. “I want you O’Rec. If it’s arousal you are scenting, it’s because the thought of your cock inside me arouses me.”

Breathing erratically, his eyes are wild as he looks at me.

“We can’t go back once we have started mating, my star. Our bond is already developing, and it will only grow stronger when we mate. It will mean you have accepted me.”

I swallow. Do I really want this? Could it work? Panic rises together with realization, and I hate that I’m still unsure of this remarkable male.

O’Rec groans and rests his head against the tree. “We are moving too fast, my star. I can feel it, and it is okay.” He looks at me, a sly grin on his face. “There are many other ways I can make you cum, we can try them all out. And when you are ready and want me as much as I want you, we will get to the mating.”

Tears fill my eyes, and I blink them away. “Thank you,” I whisper, enticing another grin from him.

“Thank me for what? I have not done anything… yet.” He gently kisses me, and with one stroke of his thumb on my breast, the hunger inside of me sparks again. And it is back with a vengeance.

I moan his name, unable to voice my needs. But somehow, he knows exactly what I need.

His hand leaves my breast, and gently, he lowers me to the ground. My protest at the loss of touch dies when he kneels on the ground and grabs hold of my trousers. His gaze fixed on mine as I give him an encouraging nod. Slowly, he pulls down my trousers until they fall around my ankles. I shudder from the sudden exposure and the feel of his hands against my naked skin. He moves them up towards my thighs, taking the fabric of the tunic with him.

His face is right in front of my naked sex now, and I feel a little bit uncomfortable until he looks up at me and licks his lips.

“Can I taste you, my star?” he rasps. All I can do is nod. Slowly, his tongue darts out and licks my folds, making us both moan. “Hold on to my horns,” he instructs as he takes hold of my thighs and parts my folds with his thumbs. A yelp leaves my mouth when he licks me again, and I grab onto his horns.That felt amazing!

He explores my sex with soft licks and strokes of his tongue, and although it feels incredible, I have this weird sensation that something is missing. We quickly find out what when he gives me a particular long lick, and I practically burst when his tongue hits a special place above my opening.

“There! Do that again.”

I feel him chuckle against my sensitive flesh. “Here?” he teases as he licks the same spot again.

“Yes!” I moan as he focuses all his attention on that spot.

He hums in approval. “There is a little something there. Could that be the thing that gives you pleasure, my mate?”

“I don’t know,” I pant. “But it appears to be the case.”

He chuckles, but then continues licking, and when he sucks on that special place, I lose all control. I cry out his name, and I cum.

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O’Rec

She explodes on my tongue,and a gush of liquid rushes from her opening. I lap it all up, her taste is exquisite, and I do not want to lose a drop of her delicious cum.

I pull back when I feel her tugging on my horns. I lick my lips as I look up at her. Tears are shimmering in her eyes, and I pull up her trousers and lift her into my arms for an all-consuming kiss. I am glad she thought of this kissing. It is intimate and unforgettable, and the way it instantly unravels her is the most incredible turn-on.

“Are you okay?” I pant.

“Yes, thank you.”

I grin. “You are welcome.”

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