Free Swept Off Her Feet by Camille Anthony Page B

intend to prove my every word upon your luscious flesh,” he purred, bending his head and carefully lapping at a diamond-hard point. His rough tongue sent splinters of jagged sensation arrowing straight to her cunt. “And I shall show you what you have been missing.”
    “You think your mouth so talented, then?”
    He laughed aloud before pulling the nipple right into his mouth, pressing the tip between the roof of his palate and tongue and suckling hard.
    Her back bowed under the stream of fire burning her from the inside out. Mewling, she buried the fingers of one hand in his thick hair and tugged his head closer to her full breast. By the time he released her reddened nipple with an audible pop, she was panting.
    “Actually, yes, my mouth is that talented. But I won’t be using my mouth when I suck you raw,” he informed her. “I am going to insert these luscious berries into my terat! ”
    Bending his head, he took the other nipple in and treated it to the same fixed attention, sucking it deeply into the humid cavern of his mouth and pulling strongly. His fingers twisted and tugged her free breast, rubbing her areole with the palm of his hand.
    The strong tugging called both her nipples and her pussy to strict attention. The muscles in her belly tightened then fluttered as her cunt throbbed, begging for his touch. Her clit was swollen and aching, as were her pussy lips, the entire area awash in her spilling juices. She wanted him to stroke her there… but she was too shy to take the initiative and move his hand to where she needed it the most.
    Between the intense stimulation and her own heavy breathing, she could hardly articulate her next question. “You say terat and I hear suction holes or breast cups. Why am I hearing this at the same time I hear you say something else? I wish you would speak English.”
    He lifted his head and laughed at her. “Little Princess, I haven’t been talking English since I gave you the injection of nanofyles. You are hearing the translation of our language through your new implant.”
    His casual attitude exasperated her. “So I can expect no let-up of this confusion, huh?”
    Another laugh rumbled from his throat before he bent back down to lick and nip at her erect nipples, interspersing each word with a heated swipe of his tongue. “To answer your question, Rb’qarmshi men have terat to milk their mate’s tlinis .”
    Ceasing his tongue play, Dev gave a last lingering swipe to each pebbled crest before slowly releasing her damp flesh. “By Deth , I hate to stop, but I think you’re ready now.”
    His fingers still plumped and tugged on her breasts as if he could not get enough of the feel of her beneath his hands. Finally, he ceased his heated caresses, drawing back, sliding his hand down her arms until he reached her hands. He curled his fingers around her hands, lifted them to his mouth and planted a kiss in each palm.
    “Watch and feel.” He took her hands and brought them to the indented circles below his flat male nipples, then touched her pointer fingers to his chest. Her fingers sank into a shallow dip about three quarters of an inch deep, where strong inner muscles caught and held them. She jerked in shock, instinctively moving to pull away. He countered, his hands holding hers firmly to his body.
    Her eyes opened wide and she gasped. “What—? How—?”
    “When the Rb’qarmshi male is aroused, these soften and a mouth is created. This is how we seat our woman’s tlinis , drawing her essence, her gift, into our bodies. The seating is the second point of joining, intensely pleasurable for the fem . The gods’ gift to both parties.”
    The rhythmic pull on the tips of her fingers set her mind racing. What would that strong pull feel like with her nipples buried areole-deep in his chest? Clamped around her swollen clit? She bit back a moan at the wild thought.
    His hands returned to her breasts and she moaned aloud. His fingers meandered over her swollen,