Burning for Love by Evangeline Anderson
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James thought that his heart had never felt so full. The emotions which had been tormenting him so horribly such a short time ago were now filling him with sensations too wonderful to describe.
The sight of Ka’rissa lying there, opening herself for him so trustingly, made him ache to heal and protect her. But at the same time, the warm, feminine scent of her pussy and the salty sweet taste of her juices made his shaft so hard it felt like a solid iron pole between his thighs. He also found that he loved the feeling of her soft little fingers carding through his hair as he tasted her.
“Touch me,” he told her, wrapping his arms around her thighs to open her even wider. “Gods, I love the feel of your hands in my hair while I taste you, sweetheart!”
“Oh, James…” she whispered and then she was weaving her fingers through his hair again, sending shivers down his spine as he bent to lap her open pussy.
He was extremely gentle, just as he had promised. The thick metal plug had bruised her inner walls with its dull blades. Luckily—and thanks once again to his Z’ngu DNA, James was able to extend his tongue to spread his essence thoroughly to the very end of her channel.
At first she gasped and winced as he licked her. James understood—though he was doing his best to be gentle, she was simply too tender and bruised inside and even the lightest touch hurt. He continued to lick, spreading his Essence—which his body made in abundant quantities—to every corner of her soft, inner channel. Until, at last, Ka’rissa stopped wincing and relaxed under his mouth with a long, relieved sigh.
“James,” she whispered, tugging lightly at his hair. “I…I think I’m better now. I really do.”
James looked up at her. With a slow, deliberate movement, he dragged his tongue over her inner folds, making certain to pay special attention to the Goddess pearl at her center.
“Then…do you want me to stop?” he growled softly, raising an eyebrow at her.
“Ohhhh…” Ka’rissa’s eyes widened as she looked down at him. “You…you do not wish to stop, even though I am healed?”
Slowly, he shook his head.
“Hell no, sweetheart. I want to keep licking and tasting your soft little pussy until you come for me.”
“You…you want to make me come with your tongue the way you do with your fingers?” She seemed shocked at the idea—shocked but intrigued, too, James thought.
He nodded.
“Exactly. An orgasm should seal your healing. And it should hopefully back down your Heat Cycle as well,” he added.
“Oh yes, it always helps to control my Cycle when you…when you make me come,” she murmured shyly. “But if you would rather use your fingers as you usually do—”
“No.” James shook his head. “No, sweetheart—I want to use my tongue.” He looked into her eyes as he spoke. “I want to taste your sweet juices as you come and feel your whole body quivering just for me.”
Her eyes grew wider and then went half-lidded with desire.
“Yes, James,” she whispered, giving that provocative little wiggle with her hips again. “Please—make me come with your tongue.”
The soft, naughty plea coming from her sweet lips was almost more than James could stand. Feeling like his shaft was hard enough to fuck through solid steel, he dived in again, lapping and sucking her inner folds and tracing her Goddess Pearl with his tongue over and over until she moaned and gasped and tugged his hair as though she was trying to get him even closer.
Gods, he was drowning in her, James thought to himself, as he threw himself completely into tasting a woman he loved for the first time. And he was more than happy to be drowned.
Her delicious scent…her slippery inner folds, opening just for him like the petals of a delicate, beautiful flower…the soft helpless little cries and moans that fell from her lips…the feel of her fingers tightening in his hair…the taste of her honey on his tongue…all of it was a sensory feast that caused emotions stronger than he had yet felt. Passion, lust, desire, love, protectiveness, caring, possessiveness…They all washed over him as he sought to bring her pleasure and lapped her sweet juices while she moaned and cried for him.
James felt almost overwhelmed by the whole experience—but in a good way—a fucking wonderful way, he admitted to himself. The way Ka’rissa was panting and gasping, her thighs pressing against the sides of his head as she rode his face shamelessly, was almost more than he could bear. And when she started to tug his hair and call out his name and he tasted fresh honey on his tongue, James nearly came himself, just from giving her pleasure.
“James!” she cried breathlessly, bucking against him and arching her back. “Oh James…James!”
Gods, he loved to hear her call for him like that! Loved to hear…
Suddenly he became aware that her cries had changed from passionate to panicked. And her skin was suddenly blisteringly hot.
“James!” she gasped and her eyes were wide with fear. “Oh James, I’m so frightened. I feel so…so hot inside. Almost like I’m boiling. My Heat…it’s rising too fast! I can’t…can’t control it! What am I going to do?”
