Page 16 of Songbird (A Space Pearl’s Treat #1)
Her breasts were exquisite, adorned with creamy, smooth skin that appeared as soft as silk.
The rosy nipples stood at attention, adding a delicate blush to the otherwise flawless surface.
A faint smattering of freckles danced across her cleavage, like stars dotting an evening sky.
I let my fingertips travel over the creamy smoothness, encircling each nipple with a feather touch.
With a small grunt of frustration, Izzy arched her back, pressing herself more fully into my hands.
I grinned at her boldness, my hand gently enveloping one of her breasts, savoring the softness as I squeezed tenderly.
She writhed beneath my touch, her pleasure unmistakably clear in every subtle movement and soft sigh.
Yet, the sensation of touch alone wasn’t enough for me.
I longed to taste the silky smoothness of her creamy skin.
I yearned to feel the firm texture of her nipples on my tongue and explore every curve and nuance.
“So lovely, my perfect Izzy. Can I kiss you here?” I trailed around a nipple with a fingertip.
“Yes!” She didn’t hesitate to answer, her voice raspy and urgent.
I sank down onto the bed, bringing my face to her chest, eager to savor every precious second of this intimate moment.
Her skin carried a tantalizing salty-sweet flavor, and felt unbelievably soft beneath my lips, akin to brushing against the delicate surface of a feather.
Yet, there was a delightful contrast with her firm, pebble-like nipples that elicited soft moans and gentle squirms from her when I tenderly drew them into my mouth.
I lavished attention on her soft, supple breasts, feeling the warmth of her skin under my fingertips and tongue until she began to writhe and moan beneath me.
Her body responded instinctively, hips arching upward in an urgent rhythm, pressing against the firm pressure of my arousal, still confined within my pants.
As my lips and tongue danced over her breasts, my fingertips embarked on a journey downwards.
They gently glided over the graceful curve of her ribcage, pausing to tease playfully the charming little indentation known as a belly button.
With a deliberate and tender motion, my fingers finally slid along the waistband of her undershorts—something human females called panties, marking the next step of our intimate exploration.
I felt the intense warmth radiating from her core through the delicate, thin fabric, like a slow-building furnace that had now erupted into a full, fiery blaze.
“Can I touch you here?” I murmured against her skin, letting my fingertips teasingly dance over the waistband of the last barrier between us.
Izzy sucked in a sharp breath and tensed. For a moment, I feared I’d pushed her too far, but then she sighed heavily, her body seeming to melt against me. “Yes.”
I gently slipped my fingers inside her panties, feeling the smooth fabric give way as I ventured toward the sacred space between her thighs.
Heat radiated from her, and the slickness of her skin testified to her arousal, with an inviting warmth that enveloped my touch.
In my studies of human female anatomy, I learned about the fascinating human female nub of pleasure.
Stranac females possessed a similar nub, but its location was much deeper within their bodies, making it almost unreachable for males.
Yet with Izzy, it was right at my fingertips, nestled amidst soft, golden curls like a hidden treasure waiting to be discovered.
I lightly flicked my finger over it, savoring the way her body responded immediately with a symphony of subtle movements and soft gasps.
I let my fingertips trail over her folds in a gentle stroking motion. “You feel so soft. So warm. Can I see you here, my sweet Izzy?”
She paused, suddenly aware that conceding this final step would utterly expose her to me.
Hesitation hung in the air, a fragile thread of uncertainty.
Yet, when our eyes locked, I saw the desire swirling within her gaze, vivid and intense, mirroring the longing that burned within me.
It was a dance of emotions, raw and unguarded, accompanied by the faintest nod of her head.
Gently, I smoothed the fabric down over her hips and thighs, letting it pool on the floor next to her dress.
She took my breath away, her creamy skin a symphony of curves and softness.
The candlelight danced across her form, highlighting the elegant contours and the subtle blush that adorned her cheeks.
“You are so beautiful, my Izzy.”
She gazed at me from beneath her long, fluttering lashes, her eyes deepening to a sultry shade.
My own arousal felt fierce, almost overpowering, a rhythmic ache that clamored for release.
Yet, I pushed it aside, focusing entirely on the purpose of this night—her pleasure alone.
Gently, I let my fingertip glide along the dark pink flesh of her delicate folds, shimmering with the sheen of her arousal, each touch a tender promise.
“Can I kiss you here?” I trailed my fingers along her slit, stopping to tease her nub with a smooth stroke of my thumb.
“There?” Izzy sucked in a sharp breath, the blush on her cheeks deepening. “You want to do... that?”
I lowered my head, inhaling deeply. “You smell so delicious, beautiful, Izzy. I want to taste you.”
Her embarrassment was a tangible force, flushing her cheeks a deep crimson. Yet equally strong was the pull of her desire. It simmered beneath the surface, a magnetic energy that was both undeniable and consuming, lighting up her eyes with a fervent spark.
“Yes.”
She trembled, a slight tremor running through her body as I positioned myself between her legs, my broad shoulders gently pushing them further apart.
Her skin glistened under the soft glow of starlight beaming through the window as she lay there, open and utterly vulnerable, trusting me completely.
I felt a powerful wave of possessiveness wash over me, Izzy was mine, my mate.
Her scent filled the air, a tantalizing blend of musk and sweetness that set my senses alight and heart racing.
I carefully ran the pointed edge of my canines along the delicate skin of her inner thigh, a soft growl rumbling from deep within my chest. She trembled in response, her fingers weaving through the thick strands of my mane, pulling me nearer.
A soft chuckle escaped my lips, and the gentle vibrations of my laughter sent a cascade of goosebumps racing across her skin.
I traced my tongue slowly along the silky seam of her skin.
She let out a sharp gasp as her hips instinctively rose to meet me, a reaction both raw and instinctual.
The taste of her was intoxicating, sending a deep, aching throb through me.
I ventured further, exploring every sensitive inch with deliberate, languid strokes of my tongue.
Her sex was slick and engorged, the little nub was pulsing with every heartbeat.
I gently ran my tongue around it—a clit I believe humans called it—circling the sensitive bundle of nerves, feeling her tremble each time my tongue made contact.
I drew it into my mouth and sucked gently, feeling her hips lift from the bed, her thighs tightening as she writhed beneath me, her breaths coming in short, desperate gasps.
“Tarrick,” she moaned, her voice resonating through the room like a haunting melody.
The sound of my name on her lips turned my blood to lava and my heart pounded harder, as if echoing the fierce rhythm of a yearning that refused to be contained. I felt my tail tighten around her ankle, as if in that moment deciding to never let her go.
I growled softly against her skin, the low rumble reverberating through the room and causing her to shiver.
My tongue darted inside her with deliberate intensity, echoing the rhythm of the desires stirring within me.
Her body responded instinctively, her inner muscles tightening around me as her breaths turned into quick, ragged gasps, filling the air with palpable anticipation.
Her moans filled the room, her body shuddering with waves of pleasure as a rush of liquid flooded my tongue, her muscles clenching around me. The anticipation of entering her was almost too much to bear, but I held back, savoring the taste and feel of her pleasure.
Izzy trembled uncontrollably, her shaking fingers desperately clutching at my shoulders as I eased up the bed.
The sheets rustled softly beneath us as I settled beside her, drawing her against my chest. Her body quivered against mine, and I could feel the rapid beating of her heart.
One of my hands slowly threaded through her hair, the strands slipping like silk between my fingers as I stroked her head in a calming, rhythmic motion.
“Are you okay, my Izzy?”
It took a few minutes for her to speak, and when she finally did, her voice quivered with a delightful tremor, each syllable shimmering with emotion. “I just... I didn’t know it was supposed to feel like this.”
“You should always have pleasure,” I whispered softly, allowing my lips to brush gently over her smooth, warm cheek.
Her skin was as soft as silk beneath my lips.
I hoped to dedicate my life to ensuring she experienced pleasure—not just occasionally but often and abundantly.
It would be a delightful pursuit. I could spend hours between her thighs, just feasting on her taste alone.
I felt her hand glide slowly away from my shoulder, tracing a delicate path over my chest and stomach, the fabric of my tunic barely separating her touch from my skin.
I hadn’t bothered to remove my clothes, even though Izzy lay completely naked in my arms, her skin warm and soft against me.
Her fingers trembled slightly as they finally reached the waistband of my pants, her fingers fumbling with the silky drawstring.
“What are you doing?” I didn’t stop her attempts to undress me. Though she appeared hesitant to let her hands wander below my waist, there was no way she could miss the fact that I was hard and throbbing.
“Don’t we need to... you know?” Her entire body seemed to flush the same beautiful rosy color as her cheeks.
I gently halted her attempts to untie my pants, carefully lifting her hand and bringing her palm to my lips. I pressed a tender kiss against her soft, delicate flesh, letting the moment linger between us.
“We have all the time in the world, my sweet Izzy.”
A faint smile played at her lips as she nestled closer, laying her head gently on my chest. Her warmth seeped into my skin, and I felt the steady rise and fall of her breath slowly deepening into a rhythmic pattern, signaling that she had drifted into sleep.
I wished more than anything that my words to her were true.
That we had all the time in the world together, not just the fleeting hours until the conciliator arrived. .. but forever.