Episode Seventeen Be Who We Want

A zael

She's panting and wagging that fine ass against my eager cock. Nudging her forward, I urge her to bend at the waist and then settle the top half of her body onto the hammock.

Reaching my hand around her hip, I slide the pad of one finger through her soft folds, avoiding her core.

"You're so wet," I croon into her ear. "Nice and slippery for my cock to slide right in."

She nods as she softly whines.

"Should we keep playing the ‘this or that game,' mate?"

Circling the little bud at the top of her slit, I take care not to touch it. I just hint at all the pleasure my finger can bestow. I'm slow, delicate, deliberate.

"This?" I ask, my voice steady, as if I don't care about the outcome.

"Yes."

"You're cheating, Nadira. I haven't even gotten to the ‘or that' yet."

"This, Azael. Thisss ."

"But what about that?" I ask as I ring my finger around the rim of her entrance, which is drenched with her slick fluid.

"That. Yes, that," she says, nodding adamantly.

"You sure?" I ask, my voice so serious as I tease around her eager clit again. "Not this?"

"Yesss. Thisss."

"Not that?" I slide my finger sinuously through her velvety folds, circle the entrance until she whines—dear gods, I love that whine—then give her a little more penetration, just to my first knuckle.

"That." She seems beyond additional speech, simply thrusting her bottom toward me and leaning farther over the hammock.

"How about this and that?" I ask, pressing my thumb all the way inside her as I use two fingers to circle her little bud.

Every muscle in her body tightens as her head tosses back on a surprised shout.

"Mmm," she says in a way I believe means this and that. My poor mate doesn't have the presence of mind to say more words.

"Does Nadira want this and that?" I say as I nip her shoulder directly over the bite I gave her two weeks ago, the bite that made us mates. "This and that?" I whisper as I rub faster.

Her answer is to widen her legs, opening herself to me.

Her moan of protest greets me when I pull out of her, though I quickly flip my hand in the other direction so I can enter her with two, and then three, fingers as the heel of my hand circles her little button.

"Az!"

The poor female sounds so surprised. It saddens me to think she's never been this close to the precipice before.

"My mate is so close," I reassure her, my lips against her ear. "All you have to do is tell yourself to let go."

I'm pumping into her more furiously. She's so drenched, the wet slapping sounds announce the rhythm of our play.

"Let go." My voice is tempting. Her ass thrusts back to me, and she's groaning with the effort, but I don't think she can get there.

I pull out long enough to flip her over. She's still crosswise on the hammock as I lift her legs and throw them over my shoulders. In one swift movement, I bend to her sex and slide my tongue into her as far as it will go.

Her squeals of pleasure drown my guttural moan as I taste my mate for the first time. My cock pulses, eager to release.

I should be flicking her little bud. It would push her right over the edge, I know it. But I have to take one more drink of her delicious fountain before I relinquish my place to pummel her pretty pink bud with the tip of my tongue and plunge three fingers inside her.

"This!" she manages to say as she levers her bottom up off the hammock to press herself tighter to my mouth—as if I'd ever let her go.

I grunt with excitement to let her know it's okay to abandon herself. The more I let my inner beast out, the more I call her own lusty animal out to play.

She's still hanging on the precipice when I use my other hand to press a finger around her back hole. It's the circling of that ring of muscle that gives her permission to finally release the tight reins she keeps on herself.

"Azael!" Her voice is full of shock and awe as her spasms start, squeezing my fingers in an erotic rhythm. "Oh!" Her tone is guttural as her fingers scrabble for my shoulders, searching for something solid to hold on to.

I don't pause my loving attentions until her inner walls stop pulsing and her panting breaths return to normal. She releases her grip from my shoulders and relaxes into the hammock as if she can't move a muscle of her beautiful, sweat-sheened body.

Sagging next to her, both of us still cross-wise in our bed, I nuzzle her face with mine.

"Is that what I smell like?" are the first words she speaks.

"Mm-hmm."

"It's spicy."

"Delicious," I reply. "Too bad females don't have orgasms."

Her release energized her, because she lifts enough to turn to me and lightly slaps my bicep.

"You just hit me, mate," I say with a smile. Before she gets terrified and forgets I'm her loving mate, I say, "See? We can act however we want with each other. Do whatever we want. Be who we were meant to be. You don't have to placate me or be subservient. I love you just the way you are."