She bit her lip as she felt her pussy lips spread as well, opening like a thirsty flower. And then J’are was settling between her legs and she could feel his big, warm hands on her inner thighs. She moaned softly as he began to massage her outer pussy lips with his thumbs, rubbing gently in such a way that he was stimulating her aching clit with every move, even though he hadn’t even directly touched it.
Unable to help herself, Imani shifted her hips and tilted her pelvis, opening herself even more to his gentle caress. God, had she ever been so hot and wet and ready before? She didn’t think so but it was hard to think at all when she was feeling so aroused.
Then she felt J’are moving the thin string of her bathing suit to one side.
“J’are?” she asked uncertainly. “You said you wouldn’t remove my suit.”
“I’m not, Mistress. But in order to perform the inner massage on your Goddess pearl, I must move it to one side,” he murmured. “Is that all right?”
Goddess pearl? Imani could guess what he was talking about and she knew she ought to say no, it wasn’t all right. But she couldn’t help herself—she wanted more.
“Go ahead,” she told him softly. “Massage my Goddess pearl, J’are. I…I trust you.”
“Thank you, Imani,” he murmured, breaking character for a moment. He did something else to the table which caused the part under her lower abdomen to tilt upward, which opened her pussy even more. And then Imani felt one long finger slide into her slippery inner folds.
“Ohhhh,” she moaned as he began a slow, circular massage around her aching clit. He never quite touched her directly on her throbbing button, but the way he stroked all around her made Imani gasp and wiggle against him.
“Mistress…” J’are’s deep voice was hoarse with lust. “Your Goddess pearl appears to be very sensitive.”
“It…it is. Yes, it is,” Imani admitted breathlessly. “Why?”
“Well, because often if a traditional massage by hand is too stimulating, often an oral massage is more beneficial,” he murmured.
“You…you mean you want to…”
“Massage your pussy with my tongue.” There was hunger in his tone now—a deep desire to lap and suck and taste. “Both inside and out,” he added. “I need to lap and suck your Goddess pearl and then press my tongue deep inside your sweet little cunt channel to soothe your aches and pains.”
“Oh, J’are…” Imani knew she ought to say no but she couldn’t resist. “Do…do you really want to?” she asked hesitantly.
“I need to.” His voice was a deep, hoarse growl and she could feel his hot breath on her open pussy. “Please, Imani—let me taste you.”
They were past the pretense of it being a massage now, she realized. Now they were just a man and a woman needing each other.
Because she needed this too—how long had it been since a man had touched her? Much too long, Imani thought. And she’d never wanted a man to touch and taste her nearly as much as she wanted J’are. The big Nightwalker seemed to have found a place in her heart the first moment she’s seen him—maybe because his eyes were the same color as the eyes she had dreamed of so many nights before she’d come here to defend him.
“Yes, J’are,” she heard herself saying as she tilted her hips and spread her thighs even more. “Yes, you can…can massage me with your tongue. You can taste me.”
“Gods…” His voice was ragged with need and then she felt his face press hard between her thighs. Lying on her stomach as she was, she couldn’t reach him to hold on to him. Instead, she gripped the sides of the massage table and gasped as she felt his tongue lash over her sensitive clit. He lapped her over and over and then drew back to press deep into her channel, as though he wanted to taste her juices straight from the source.
Imani moaned and writhed helplessly on the table. She’d never expected to be in this position with the big Nightwalker—so helpless and hot as he satiated his hunger for her. But at that moment, she didn’t even care how vulnerable she felt—that was part of the experience—part of the pleasure. She just wanted it to never end.
Then, J’are was back to lapping her clit. At the same time, Imani felt two long, thick fingers find her entrance and slide deeply into her pussy. She moaned and bucked her hips up, loving the sensation of being filled while he tasted her. And as J’are began a slow, deep, fucking motion with his fingers, he continued to circle her throbbing clit with his tongue.
Imani felt her pleasure building as she writhed helplessly on the table. She was close, so close…
“J’are,” she whispered breathlessly. “Oh, J’are…”
And then the big Nightwalker sucked her clit into his mouth and rubbed hard with the flat of his tongue. The intimate kiss sent Imani flying over the edge and she heard herself moaning with pleasure as her inner muscles squeezed his invading fingers and she bucked her hips, riding his tongue to orgasm.
Twenty-Seven
J’are never wanted it to end. She tasted so sweet and her cries of pleasure were music to his ears. He loved her warm, feminine fragrance and wanted to stay here with his face buried between her thighs forever.
But deep inside himself, he heard his feral side growling…
The tasting is done. Now for the bonding.
No! J’are pushed the thought away. He couldn’t bond her to him—she wasn’t really his.
But the feral part of him insisted on pushing images into his brain—images of him standing up and taking out his shaft and pressing it to the opening of her pussy. Thrusting long and hard and deep inside her until he filled her pussy with his seed
