She eased her lips open and her tongue joined with mine. She sat up in bed and I leaned forward.
I placed Fayn’s blade on the floor beside the bed. I wanted it to be close to hand in case someone came unannounced into the cell.
I climbed inside the blanket and tucked up close beside her warm body.
I raised her baggy T-shirt up until I uncovered her breasts. Her nipples were pert and hard as they had been in the room earlier.
I thought back to the scene when the gang was about to use her. I couldn’t help but notice how excited she was. Did she enjoy being passed from one fighter to another? I wondered. But when I saw the look in her eye, I realized my mistake.
It wasn’t the gang that turned her on. It was me.
Seeing her spread across the bed like that, like a banquet to a starving man, I could barely pull myself away from staring openly at her… and doing a whole lot more besides.
I lowered my mouth to her nipples and caressed them with my tongue. I nibbled on them sharply, passing them between my teeth.
I felt along the soft smooth velvet skin of her belly to the shorts underneath.
“I never thanked you for saving my life,” Harper said.
“I’m not sure I saved your life.”
“Maybe I would have survived the ordeal but I’m not sure I would have had much of a life afterward. And I owe that to you.”
She slipped under the covers and ran her hands down my body. She kissed every inch over my flat stomach, a lump under the blankets.
She opened my pants and pulled them down my hips.
Then she took me in her mouth. She worked me expertly, her mouth wrapped tightly around the head, and her hand pumping the root and stem.
I lay back and enjoyed it, shutting my eyes to block off the other senses and let her touch be all I could feel.
Then I realized I was missing a trick. I pulled the blanket back, revealing her in all her glory.
She looked up at me with my cock in her mouth. She licked me from root to tip, lubricating me with my own juices. She skimmed the head between her teeth and locked eyes on me. She appeared to be genuinely enjoying herself.
She filled her mouth with pre-cum and spat it back on my cock, massaging it expertly in her fist.
She made noises as if my cock was the most delicious thing she’d ever tasted. Better even than Glacian chocolate.
She pulled her T-shirt up over her head, and shimmied her shorts down over her hips, and kicked them off so they landed on the floor.
Outside, somebody shouted and hustled past the door. Another skirmish broke out.
I scooped up the knife and held it gently in one hand, keeping an eye on the door that could open at any moment.
I let her work her magic, polishing me with her mouth and both her hands.
She straddled my body, naked as the day she was born. She placed me at her opening and was about to lower herself onto me when I said, “No.”
She looked up at me, confused. No doubt, she’d never heard that word from the other fighters.
I tapped my lips with a finger.
She smiled, leaned forward, and pressed her lips to mine. As she leaned backward to return to her original position, I grabbed her by the waist and lifted her up.
I placed her sex on my mouth and licked at her slowly, sensuously, prodding and probing.
Harper was taken by surprise but was quick to make the most of the moment. She braced her hands on the headboard and ground herself against my mouth.
My species had grown up in jungles and swamplands and our ancestors gained the majority of their sustenance from local plants we called “buckets” due to the large containers that hung below the flowers. To access it, we evolved exceptionally long tongues.
I slipped my tongue inside her and angled it upward to press against the silky ridges on the roof of her sex.
Harper’s eyes bulged and she gasped. She moaned and shut her eyes, feeling every flicker of my tongue back and forth. She grasped her breasts and pinched her nipples hard.
Her hips began to buck and she ran her fingers through my hair and pressed my head further into her.
I felt her grow tighter around my tongue. I rubbed her gently on the outside with my thumb, a gentle strumming that grew stronger, harder, moving in time with the pressure I placed on her from the inside.
She screamed as I worked her from the inside and out. Her hips bucked and she exploded in my mouth.
“Ohhhhhhh!” she moaned.
She slid down my body as if she’d been deboned and lay against me, her head on my chest. She was covered with a thin layer of sweat.
“Show me your tongue,” she whispered.
I stuck it out. She was surprised it came out twice the length of hers. I licked her cheek with it.
“Ew!” she said, wiping where I’d “kissed” her. “You’re a freak!”
I threw back my head and laughed.
“Guilty as charged.”
“Then it’s a good thing I’m a freak too, although not quite the same way you are.”
Without needing to look down or reach with her hand, she slid me inside her and didn’t stop until she took every inch of me.
She leaned back and her hands rested on my chest. She rolled her hips back and forth, developing a sensuous rhythm as if she were performing some kind of dance.
She had her eyes shut and floated away to somewhere else. I didn’t want her elsewhere. I wanted her right there with me.
“Open your eyes,” I said.
She did. There was that fiery heat in her eyes again. She leaned back and she shut her eyes again.
I reached up and pinched her nipple, startling out of her fantasy. She peered down at me.
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