Page 55 of Malliko
My body was already turned on from our closeness while spooning, but now that I pulled off her pants and saw her smooth legs, I would need all my discipline not to take things further.
Kissing the inside of her right knee, I licked upward a little and enjoyed the feeling of her soft skin against my tongue. I couldn’t detect a taste, but as I moved closer to her triangle,there was a scent of something flowery. “Did you use perfume down here?” I asked her.
“No, just a scented lotion.”
“It smells nice.” I smiled at her and then dipped my head to move closer to her core. I had read all about pheromones and maybe that’s what hit me when I let my tongue slide alongside her panty line. Shamelessly, I buried my nose against her panties and sniffed in the most arousing aroma of female lust. Her panties had a small wet spot that I licked. “By Magda’s moons, you taste delicious.” My fingers eagerly moved the thin fabric to the side, and I gazed at the anatomy of Clara. At home we called the reproductive part of a woman her flower and I knew from experience that every woman was slightly different. Clara wasn’t as hairy as Eidron women, and she was softer and plumper than the female soldiers that I’d been with. I loved every part of her body and with her flower right in front of my face, I licked her and felt torn between devouring the finest meal on planet Earth or complimenting the chef first. Remembering that this was about Clara, I assured her, “Lucas just missed out on the finest flower in his life.”
“Flower?”
“What do you call it?”
“Ehmm…” Clara looked at me. “I call it my coochie. It’s a little embarrassing.”
I didn’t understand how a word for something that amazing could be embarrassing, but I noticed that she looked much more relaxed with me between her legs than when Lucas did the same thing.
Afraid that she would tell me to stop, I dipped my head again and stole a long lick.
Clara placed her hand on my shoulder. “It’s okay, Malliko, you don’t have to do it anymore. I trust that it’s not disgusting.”
Raising my head, I met her eyes and moved her hand from my shoulder to my hair. We kept eye contact as I went down on her again and this time, I suckled, licked, and teased her. Her sounds grew from a bit of heavy breathing to moans and then small whimpers as if she was battling her mind.
“You have no idea how good you taste.”
Clara’s whimpers grew louder. The fact that I couldn’t connect to her telepathically made me pay attention to every clue that I could pick up from her movements and sounds. If I could bring her out of her mind and into her body maybe she could learn to relax and overcome her self-doubt.
“I love your taste, Clara. I could spend hours between your legs.”
When she gave another whimper, I looked up. “What did I just tell you?”
“That you like it.” Her words were slow and sounded like she didn’t believe it to be true.
“What do I like? Say it out loud.”
“No.”
“Yes, say it out loud, Clara. I want to be sure you understand that I’m serious. I love the taste of your flower and I could stay between your legs for hours.”
She covered her eyes with one hand.
“Say it,” I pressured.
“You love my taste.”
“And?”
“And you could stay between my legs for hours.”
“That’s right. So, let go of any silly thought that I’m not enjoying it. I’m loving every second of this.”
Taking a deep breath, Clara eased her posture a bit before I continued feasting on her sweetest and most sensitive spot.
I felt waves of pride and excitement when a few minutes later, she fisted her hands into my hair and arched her back.
By the seven suns of Calgan, was the sound of Clara peaking in an orgasm sweet!
When she lay panting and relaxed, I moved up to spoon her again.
“How was it?” I asked softly.
