WIP Wednesday - First Mataras: Irene

 


A new experience

Sherv didn’t say anything. Instead, he reached and cuppedher jaw in his calloused palm as he leaned forward. Obeying his gentle tug,Irene tilted toward him, watching as his purple eyes filled her vision. Beforetheir lips touched, she closed her eyes against the nearness that becameoverwhelming.

His lips brushed hers. Her insides felt as if they melted atthe tender contact. After the solidity of Jemi’s body, she’d somehow expectedSherv’s lips to be hard. They were soft as they moved over hers, however. Softand warm and lovely. The melting within grew, liquifying her within.

Having only known the quick pecks on her cheeks of herparents, Fausto, and Mrs. Hoffman, Irene was surprised at how long the kisslasted. This was no perfunctory buss, but a slow, careful exploration, Sherv’slips investigating hers with languorous care. As the seconds passed, she lostherself in the intimate contact.

Then, raspy wetness. He licked her lips, then sucked thelower. A jolt of excitement flashed through her, and she gasped in surprise.

When her lips parted, his tongue slid into her mouth. At thesame instant, he lifted her from her seat and settled her on his lap. Ithappened so fast, Irene had no opportunity to react. All at once, she was inSherv’s arms, pressed against him, his tongue stroking hers.

Confusion kept her from struggling. An avalanche ofsensations barreled through her, holding her helpless as the Dramok tasted andexplored her in a manner she’d never imagined. She was aware her tongue parriedhis, some involuntary instinct guiding it to investigate its rougher twin, tolearn his masculine flavor. Her fingers, shed of the gloves, roamed of theirown accord, discovering the swells of muscle beneath his soft shirt.

Shock gave way to a roar of clamoring within. An eager,ticklish sensation bloomed in her lower belly. In her sex, which was abruptlywet. The vague sensations that had prodded her to touch herself in her teensand led her along the path to thrilling discovery were nothing compared to thisdevouring, demanding ache.

She had no defense against such yearning. She obeyed itsdemand she yield to the man waking her as she’d never been awakened before. Shesoftened in Sherv’s grip, surrendering to his increasingly intent kiss.

Releasing Summer 2023

 

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