Riss by Kathi S. Barton Read Free Book Online Page B

Finish you?” She put her wet fingers into the top of his pants and practically dragged him over the edge. Protesting seemed to be something he should be doing, but all thought of stopping her left his head when she took his mouth.
    Her tongue swirled with his, moving in and out of his mouth like her fingers had been over her womanhood. Riss put his hand on her shoulder to push her away , but met with the heavy flesh of her breast. Her moan, loud and full of something he’d never heard before, had him cupping it as he’d seen her doing.
    “ Please? I need you to make me come.” Riss moved his mouth down her throat, tasting her sweat-dewed skin. When her hard peak seemed to beckon him, he pulled it into his mouth and suckled hard. He had no idea what it was like to come, but if this feeling was anything near to what she needed, he would help her. Biting down once had her curling her fingers into his hair, and Riss opened his mouth wider over her and took as much of her creaminess into him. His cock hurt so badly now that he cupped it with his free hand to try to relieve the pressure.
    “ I want to suck you.” He nodded, not really sure how that would work as he had no breasts as she had, but he was willing to try anything right now. When her fingers had his pants open and her hand wrapped around his cock, Riss hissed out his approval and rocked involuntarily into her tight hand. That’s when he saw his feather.
    There in her hand was his missing part. Before he could ask her for it , she took it to her breast and ran it over her. Riss cried out when he felt it over his own body and rocked harder into her hand. Whatever was going on between them had just gotten more intense, and he didn’t want it do stop.
    Riss was turned and lying flat on his back when she freed his cock. Embarrassed to be caught in such a state, he reached down to cover himself, but she wrapped her hands around his and they both began to slide up and down his shaft. The feather in her other hand moved over his tip. Again, it was as if they were connected though the part of him that had no business being used as it was. She moved it over her breast, and Riss threw back his head and moaned. But not seeing her as she moved over him wasn’t an option, and he looked down her lovely body.
    Kala was soaking his thigh as she rode her body over him. Riss found he wanted to taste her cream. Running his finger though her wet curls, he took it to his mouth and moaned at her taste. If there was anything better than this, he was sure he didn’t want to know. Her hand moved up and down him faster now, and he felt his wings tingle and his balls tighten. When she let him go, Riss whimpered, but nearly came up off the bed when she put her mouth to him.
    “ Oh yes,” he cried out over and over. Each time she licked him from root to tip, he felt his eyes cross, and when she took him fully into her mouth and swallowed around him, Riss felt everything in him let go. Crying out, he knew his cock was letting go and his body was spilling into her. When she sat up suddenly, he was sure he had no more, but she wrapped her hand around him again and guided her over his still throbbing cock. When she slid down, taking him deep inside of her, Riss knew a moment of pure bliss.
    Kala didn ’t move for several seconds but sat with him deep inside of her while she looked down at him. When she handed him his feather, Riss did the only thing he could think of and brushed it over her breasts. Her rolling her hips over him had him sitting up and putting his hand to her hip while he played his part of him all over her body.
    Her nipples were so pink he wanted to taste them again and again. When he brushed his feather over them, each tiny strain seemed to send a message to his own body, telling him more, it wanted more. Kala put her hand on his shoulders, and Riss rolled over. Being deep inside of her in this position gave him the perfect view of her face when he moved inside of her.