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“Your touch feels wonderful,” she said.

He began to rub slowly over the fabric, applying light pressure.

“No, I don’t want to deal with fabric. I want to feel you.” She took his hand and his fingers to the waistband of her pants. “Please?” she asked, her voice shaking.

“I’ve never done this before,” he said.

“Me neither.” Nell’s legs pressed together.

“If you’re uncomfortable at any point, I will stop.”

“I know. Go on,” she said.

He placed his hand over her bikini bottom, partially exposed under her pants. He let two of his fingers rest over her sensitive skin, while his middle finger parted her pussy lips. “I’m going to rub your clit now, under the fabric,” he said.

Nell nodded.

His middle finger slid under the thin scrap of fabric, hovering over her sensitive nub. With a feather-light touch, he explored her with his hand, never taking his eyes off her face. When he applied the tiniest amount of pressure, she jumped, squeezing her legs together, pinning his finger against her bundle of nerves. Wetness coated his finger and she parted her thighs. He rubbed small circles around her sensitive button, taking care not to go near her core.

“Maklr,” Nell cried. Her chest heaved. “Is it true that sometimes males place their lips on a female, like a female does when she sucks on a male?”

“Yes, that happens.” Maklr’s hand stilled.

“Can you?”

“Do you want me to?”

“I need more than your finger. I want to feel your mouth on me.”

“If you’re sure,” he said.

“I am.”

He lowered himself so his nose and mouth were right above her bikini bottoms, posing as underwear. Maklr inhaled her scent. “You smell divine,” he said, his voice deep. “I’m going to move the side of your panties to get to your clit,” he said. He tried to reach his tongue against her. “It’s not going as well as I hoped,” he said. “There goes my plan.”

“Please?” Nell asked.

“Lay back. Raise your hips.”

Nell shimmied out of the bottoms. “What do I do now?”

“Spread your legs for me.” Maklr lay on his stomach. He rested her legs over his shoulders. “Guide me,” he said, taking her hands and placed them on his horns. “Show me what you need.”

She gave him a tentative tug forward. “Lick me. Make me feel good,” she said. Maklr’s tongue darted out, waiting for Nell to instruct him. “Please,” she begged.

At first taste, he licked and sucked on her clit like a man starving. He used his tongue to flick circles around her clit and sensitive skin, causing her to moan his name.

“Yes. More. More,” she cried. His tongue dipped close to her core. At first, she clamped her legs, squeezing his head with her thighs. He groaned against her center. She released his horns and tapped his shoulders. “Hands,” she moaned. He raised his hands, and she placed them on her hips. His fingers added slightpressure on her skin. Nell placed her hands back on his horns, grinding his face against her pussy. He thrust his tongue inside her warm channel, lapping up her wetness. Her legs quivered, and he kept the pace, licking, sucking, until her whole body shook and she screamed his name.

He rolled onto his back, bringing her to her knees on top of him. Maklr lifted her off his tongue long enough to tell her to ride his face. Nell moved his hands onto her breasts, his thumb and pointer finger rolling her nipples as he feasted on her soaking cunt. He didn’t stop playing with her until he threw her head back, arms and legs shaking. His hands held her quivering form as she rode out another orgasm.

“Maklr,” she shrieked before collapsing on top of him.

He held her, kissing the top of her head. “Are you all right?”

Nell looked at him through half-lidded eyes. “More than all right.” She snuggled against him. “Thank you.”

They fell asleep, waking with the sun rising overhead.