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“I didn’t say I don’t like it It feels good when a baby sucks It doesn’t feel the saood I feel it all the way down inside me A baby doesn’t make you feel that way inside”
“That’s why a man does it, to make a woman feel that way, and to make hiive you Pleasure, and me too It is the Mother’s Gift of Pleasure to Her children She created us to know this Pleasure, and we honor Her e accept Her Gift Will you let ive you Pleasure, Ayla?”
He was looking at her Her golden hair, tousled on the fur, fraloith hidden fire, and seeht spill over Her mouth trembled when she opened it to answer; she nodded instead
He kissed one eye closed, and then the other, and saw a tear He tasted the salty drop with the tip of his tongue She opened her eyes and smiled He kissed the tip of her nose, then her ot up
She watched him walk to the hearth and move the spitted roast away from the fire and push the leaf-wrapped roots away fro she did not knohat He had ined her body was capable of feeling, yet had awakened an inexpressible yearning
He filled a cup ater and brought it back “I don’t want anything to interrupt us,” he said, “and I thought you ht want a drink of water”
She shook her head He took a sip and put the cup down, then untied the cord of his breechclout and stood looking at her with his prodigious manhood extended Her eyes held only trust and desire, none of the fear that his size often inspired in younger wo, when they first saw him
He lay down beside her, filling his eyes with the sight of her Her hair, soft, rich, luxuriant; her eyes, brinificent body; all of this beautiful wo for his he kneere there He wanted it to last, this first awareness for her He felt more excited than he ever
had at the First Rites for a newly fledged woman Ayla did not knohat to expect; no one had described it in vivid, expanded detail She had only been abused
O Doni, helpfor thesome awesome responsibility, rather than a joyful Pleasure
Ayla lay still, not h she had been waiting forever for soive His eyes alone could touch inside her; she could not explain the pulsing, throbbing delirious effects of his hands, his ue, but she ached for ave her the taste, she hadn’t known her hunger, but once aroused, it had to be satisfied
When his eyes had had their fill, he closed the She drew his seeking tongue in, and tentatively experieht a rich lustrous strand of her hair to his lips, then rubbed his face in a thick, soft pile of her golden crown He kissed her forehead, her eyes, her cheeks, wanting to know all of her
He found her ear, and his warh her once more He nibbled her earlobe, then suckled it He found the tender nerves of her neck and throat that excited chills in internal places never touched His large, expressive, sensitive hands explored her, felt the silky texture of her hair, cupped her cheek and jaw, traced the contours of her shoulder and arht it to his er, then followed the inside curve of her arm
Her eyes were closed, giving in to the sensation with rhythes His warm mouth found the scar in the hollow of her throat, then followed the path between her breasts and curved underneath one He described decreasing circles with his tongue and felt the texture of her skin change when he reached the areola She gasped when he drew her nipple into hisin his loins
His hand ue’s ers found her nipple hardened and erect He suckled gently at first, but when she pushed herself up to him, he increased the suction She breathed hard, ; he wasn’t sure he could wait He stopped then, to look at her again Her eyes were closed, her mouth open
He wanted all of her, all at once He took her ue into his When he released it, she drew in his, following his exaain, and dreet circles around her other full breast until he reached the nipple She pushed herself up to hi, and shuddered when he answered with a deep pull
His hand caressed her stoh Her firm muscles rippled as she tensed a s He cupped his hand over her old curls and felt a sudden daht hi for control, and ale of wetness in his hand
His mouth left her nipple and circled her stomach and her navel When he reached her asps, her back arched and tensed with anticipation She was ready He kissed the top of her , and when his tongue found the top of her narrow slot, she sprang up with a cry, then lay back
His erly, impatiently, as he shifted position to slide down between her legs Then he spread open her folds and took a long, loving taste She could not hear her own sounds as she lost herself to the flood of exquisite sensations coursing through her as his tongue explored every fold, every ridge
He concentrated on her to keep his own de need in check, found the nodule that was her sht, and moved it firmly and rapidly He feared he had reached the limit of his self-control when she writhed and sobbed with an ecstasy unknown before With two long fingers, he entered her e and applied pressure up, from inside
Suddenly she arched her back and cried out, and he tasted a neetness Her hands clenched and unclenched convulsively in unconscious beckoning motions that matched her spasmodic breaths
“Jondalar,” she cried out to hi …”
He was on his knees, gritting his teeth in an effort to hold back, trying to enter her carefully “I’ … to be easy,” he said, almost painfully
“It … won’t hurt me, Jondalar …”
It was true! It wasn’t really her first time As she arched up to receive hie He pressed farther, expecting to find her barrier, but he felt hi and enfolding him until, to his wonder, she eain She wrapped legs around hiain, and, as he penetrated once e caress his full length It was ain, with unrestrained abandon, for once giving in entirely to his own need