Page 62 of Mazorium Buys a Human

“Move your hands,” he growled.

Oh shit, that growl did all kinds of things to my nervous system. It moved right past my thinking brain and demanded obedience. I didn’t even know I’d shifted my hands until I felt his warm breath against my sex.

“Good girl,” he murmured, then nuzzled his face into my folds. His oil soaked into my hot flesh, energizing the delicate skin.

When he rubbed a cheek against my clit, he set me on fire!

“Oh god!” I cried out. The orgasm hit me hard and made me sit up. Throwing my head back, I tried to breathe past the intensity.

He kept rubbing his cheek against that little nub of nerves, sending waves of pleasure through my body and extending my orgasm. Dropping back to the nest, I pushed my pelvis against his face. All worries and self-consciousness disappeared. They couldn’t stand up against such a powerful climax.

It wasn’t until I pushed at his head that he stopped.

“No more,” I begged.

He reared back with a worried rumble interrupting his sensual, sexual rumble. “Did I hurt you?”

I looked down my body and smiled at him, feeling a little drunk. “Nope, it was all good.”

An amused rumble came out of him. “Then this is an excellent start.”

“Start?” I squeaked.

“Oh yes,” he said. “I’ve read that human females are like Talin females.”

I eyed him warily. “In what way?”

“That you are capable of multiple climaxes,” he said, running his hands up my belly to my breasts. “I want at least two to start. As I learn your body, I’m sure I can bring that number up to four or five.”

“Five?” I said with a laugh. He had to be joking. When he didn’t respond with a rumble of amusement, I realized he wasn’t. That many orgasms would kill me.

But then again, what a way to die!

“First I need to finish covering you,” he said, grabbing my hips and flipping me over onto my belly as if I weighed nothing more than one of the pillows.

“Uff,” I grunted, unprepared for the move. Then I moaned when he pressed his face to my back and spread oil from one shoulder blade to the other. It felt so good. He was basically giving me a massage as he used his hands to rub the oil into my skin. He kept it up until he’d covered my entire back.

He wasn’t done.

Moving lower, he spread oil over my butt cheeks. I moaned as he squeezed and massaged it into my skin. Pulling my cheeks apart, he rubbed some over my back hole, making sure there was enough oil to drip down into my pussy.

Again, everywhere the oil touched tingled with warmth. I lifted my hips, wanting more.

He pushed me up further until my ass was high in the air and my thighs spread wide. He licked at my back hole, then my pussy, and finally my clit.

I clutched at the blankets under me, moaning and shuddering as he used his mouth to stimulate me. Between his hot mouth and the oil, I felt like my body was smoldering and waiting to ignite into a fierce blaze.

He shifted his face to the side and slipped a finger inside me. It wasn’t far, but it was enough to set me off.

Biting a pillow, I screamed.

Nothing had ever been like this before. Not my first time having sex, not the few lovers I had over the years, and nothing like Nadia’s father’s clumsy effort.

I whimpered, unable to take it any longer. When my body collapsed, Maz sounded a concerned rumble and gently turned me over.

“Was that a good sound or did I go too far?”

“Good sound,” I said, grinning up at him, petting his leg. “Good Talin.”