70. Ell-rom

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ELL-ROM

D espite the strong flowery smell of the foaming bath bubbles, Jasmine's scent of arousal overwhelmed Ell-rom, scrambling his brain and demanding that he taste her. Could it be that he had been taught how to pleasure females, and the memories were surfacing at the right moment?

Or was it instinct again? The same instinct that assured him that she would love for him to lick her right where that intoxicating smell was coming from?

Nevertheless, he had to ask permission before attempting such an intimate act.

"I have to taste you," he hissed from between his elongated fangs. "Will you allow it?"

Jasmine's eyes widened in surprise and then narrowed. "Did Julian tell you to do this?"

Ell-rom nodded. "He said that I need to seek consent and that consent for one thing did not imply consent for everything, which is why I am asking permission."

"Unbelievable," she murmured. "I would never have guessed that oral was innate."

He needed to do this more than he needed to breathe. "Please, say yes."

"Yes."

There was an elevated area in the bathtub, a seat of sorts that was above the foamy bubbles, and once again, he lifted Jasmine with almost no effort and set her down on that seat.

"How are you so strong?"

"I don't know." He knelt in front of her, suddenly unconcerned about the club jutting out from between his thighs.

Jasmine had her hand wrapped around it only a moment ago, so it wasn't as if she didn't know what was going on. Not only that, she seemed as excited by his arousal as he was about hers.

Even though she was seated on an elevated seat and he was kneeling, they were eye to eye, and as he leaned to kiss her neck, she arched her back, showing him exactly where she wanted him to kiss her next. Leaning back on his haunches, he flicked his tongue over one nipple and then took it between his lips to suck. When she moaned and pressed her breast to his mouth, he licked and sucked before moving to her other breast.

With her being out of the water, he was drowning in the scent of her arousal, and the need to taste her became too strong to deny.

Spreading her legs, he breathed in the scent and then pressed a kiss to her glistening folds. She shivered, but it was the good kind of shiver that meant she enjoyed the kiss. He gave her folds a tentative lick and then looked up at her to see her expression.

"It's good." She put her hands on his head, guiding him back to where he had just been. "Don't stop."

He had no intention of stopping until she climaxed all over his tongue. Licking up and down, he found her most sensitive spot, and as he flicked his tongue over it, she cried out, but again, it was the good kind of cry that meant she wanted more, and he was happy to oblige. The way she rolled her hips and ground into his mouth was further proof that he was doing it right.

Ell-rom's chest swelled with satisfaction.

He was pleasuring his mate, and she was loving it. There was no higher honor.

Well, there might be somewhere out there in the outside world, but right here in this bathtub, there was none.

Well, there was. When she climaxed.

He wasn't thinking straight, but given how scrambled his brain was, it was a miracle he could think at all.

Still, he knew to add his finger to the play and thrust it in and out of her in sync with his licking and sucking.

"Yes," she cried out, throwing her head back. "I'm so close!"

He could feel that she was about to detonate by the way her hips were churning against his finger and his tongue.

Suddenly, she bucked, her sheath squeezing over his finger, and screamed his name. He licked like a male possessed, taking everything she had to give until the last drop.

"Stop." She pushed his head away. "I'm too sensitive now."

He filed that information for the next time.

When her breathing returned to normal, she slid into the water and motioned for him to take her place. "Your turn, big guy."

He could no longer refuse her, nor did he want to. He had pleasured her thoroughly; she climaxed all over his tongue, and now she could do with him as she pleased.

When she kneeled between his legs and regarded his shaft with hungry eyes, he gripped it, holding it for her. "Do you want to taste me?"

Peering up at him to gauge his reaction, she brought her mouth so close that he could feel her warm breath, and when her lips made contact with the sensitive skin, he shuddered and felt his seed rise.

He'd been on the verge for so long that a gentle kiss would have been enough to detonate the explosion, but he refused to relinquish control of this senseless body part.

Not yet.

He wanted at least a few moments of her mouth on him before it was over.

Sensing his struggle, Jasmine leaned back, collected water in her cupped palm, and drizzled it over his engorged male part.

By now, the bathwater had turned lukewarm, but it felt cold against the heat of his erection, and the cooling sensation helped him regain control.