Chapter 12
Naomi
I nibbled on his bottom lip, sucked on his tongue, and then was overwhelmed when he did all those things back to me.
My first foray into kissing Krashe might have been lukewarm, but he was nailing this crash course.
My senses were flooded with the sweet taste of him, caramel popcorn with a hint of salt.
Everything was just better with him, like I could feel more, taste more, hear more.
I was alive when we were touching in ways I hadn’t been before.
His hands were a little rough as he ran them over me, touching my body, my sides, my breasts.
He hadn’t known about kissing, but he knew about sex.
There was no doubt that that’s where this was headed.
When he let me up for air, his tongue and lips flicking and nibbling along my cheekbone to my ear, I tried to gather my thoughts.
I needed to tell him that having his hands on me, his fingers in me, those had all been firsts already.
I couldn’t get my tongue to shape the words, not even when he started divesting me of my clothing.
I was along for the ride, just like last time really, but it was as much because of his domineering, take charge manners as my own overwhelming feelings. Everything felt good, my body was already singing for him, I didn’t want to put a stop to that, or even a pause.
Did it even matter that I’d never done this before? The sex part particularly? It wouldn’t change Krashe’s desire to do the deed with me, of that I was sure. Maybe he’d be more careful but was that what I wanted?
“Nomy, are you alright?” he asked, his voice a husky drawl against my temple.
“You have frozen up, I want your pleasure sounds.” I felt heat steal across my cheeks at those words, my pleasure sounds, huh?
But he didn’t continue that delicious nibbling along my ear shell when I pressed a little closer and arched my breasts against his chest.
“I just. I haven’t done this before. The sex part, I don’t know what to do…
Or if it will hurt. I’ve heard it can hurt, the first time.
” And this is why I was not made to be a seductress, I was lucky that Krashe thought I was his mate anyway.
I’d ruined the moment just by thinking too much, and now I’d made him worried.
He raised himself on one arm above me, his bicep flexing as he leaned into what was basically a one-armed pushup.
The tough leather that made up our little tent was letting through hints of light, filtering it in a purple haze down on us.
Enough for me to see clearly. I could see the brooding expression on his face and his jaw horn jutting down toward me.
“Hurt?” he rumbled, his eyes going from my face to slide down along my body.
I thought he’d look at my crotch, wondering if he’d fit or something.
I’d seen his cock, I knew it was huge so that’s definitely what I was wondering about.
He skipped over that to stare down at my legs, partially covered by coils of his tail.
I guess that was actually kind of reassuring.
I was pretty sure Krashe knew his way between the sheets, so if he wasn’t worried about his cock fitting, that was a good sign, wasn’t it?
Still nervous, but already a bit more settled, I reached up to cup his chin and turn his eyes back to mine.
“No, not my legs, they don’t have any feeling at all.
I was worried if your you know… was going to be too big.
Stretch too much. I don’t know. Just silly thoughts from a virgin, I guess. ”
His tongue darted out, long and split, his eyes growing heated.
The deep, wine-red seemed more like molten lava now, almost glowing.
“An untouched female?” he said huskily. His eyes skating along my body again but this time definitely lingering on my bare crotch and my breasts.
His eyes were even hotter when they returned to my face.
Oh boy, I guess he liked it that I hadn’t been with another guy before.
Why had I not thought of that? He was a total savage, I shouldn’t be surprised that he was totally stoked about this news.
When I mutely nodded, he leaned closer, his face hovering over mine, his arm flexing as he lowered himself.
“Show me more of that ‘kiss,’” he said. So I did, brushing my mouth along his and then nibbling on his bottom lip.
His mouth was a little more textured than my own, but the scales on his lips were very, very fine.
Dragging my teeth along the bottom pillow made him hiss, his tongue flicking out to tangle with mine.
I was only too happy to surrender to him, to let him lead.
His fingers dug into my hair, pulling to angle my mouth better.
The tip of his tail was trailing over my hips, flicking against the undersides of my breasts.
I moaned, and that sound was like catnip to a cat, inviting him to do whatever he wanted.
He was back to that eager, frantic pace, stroking me everywhere he could reach, his body twining around mine.
I felt the hard bar of his cock press against my belly, wetness dragging along my skin from the strange, bifurcated tip.
Wriggling my hands between our bodies, I reached for it.
If he got to touch me wherever he liked, then I got to do the same I figured.
The feel of that wetness on my skin vividly reminded me of when he’d jerked off over me, splashing seed along my flesh, then even rubbing it between my folds with his thick fingers.
Thinking about that made me ache for more, for that touch between my thighs.
“Krashe…” I moaned again, and he seemed to know exactly what I needed now.
His tail abandoning the flicking over my nipples to arrow down and spear through my folds.
I arched eagerly against that pressure, trying with my limited control to cant my hips at a better angle.
At the same time, my fingers reached his cock and curled around the hard bar.
It was so hot and the skin over his erection was similar to his lips, finely scaled until it was closer to skin than scales.
He was slick all along the surface, and his leaking precum made my skin tingle everywhere it touched in a very pleasurable way.
That stuff smelled so good too, Krashe just smelled good everywhere, caramelized popcorn was my favorite but it was that hint of saltiness added to it that made my mouth water.
“Yesss,” he hissed, rolling us until he was next to me, his cock jutting out across my belly.
“Touch me, my mate.” And then he showed me how, curling his fist around my fingers to help me stroke it up and down his thick length.
Each time I reached the writhing dual tip, the two ends twined back toward my fingers, stroking along my fingers.
His tail wasn’t idle either, rubbing along my folds, strumming my clit.
Then he curled it deeper, sliding the tip into my passage and thrusting.
The narrow point was only as thick as a finger but got wider, like a wedge.
It went in easy but then it stretched me.
I thought that maybe that feeling was unpleasant but then Krashe flicked his split tongue out and licked my nipple, curling it just so that he could tug.
I saw stars, pleasure exploding behind my eyelids.
I didn’t even know I could come at the flick of a switch, just like that.
He replaced his tail with his fingers, sliding the long tail beneath my hips to help me angle them just right.
His coils offered support for my legs where needed.
The first finger was alright, no different from his tail and no different from before.
Adding a second made my passage briefly burn, I felt so full and this wasn’t even his cock yet, which was so thick in my hand that I couldn’t even make my fingers touch as I circled it.
“Another,” Krashe warned me darkly. His eyes on my face, not my core as he added a third digit and pressed in.
I groaned, shaking my head, that definitely burned but I still couldn’t tell if that was painful or not.
I wanted it anyway, I wanted him to fill me, I wanted to feel that connection, to be complete in that way. I wanted to know that I could.
He used his coils to carefully spread my legs a little wider while he raised himself on the base of his tail to hover over me.
He wasn’t even using his hands to prop himself up, using sheer core strength and his tail to hover perpendicularly over me.
He never let go of my hand on his cock, making sure I continued to grip his length, continued to stroke him as he was stroking my core with his fingers.
Then he lifted those three fingers, pulling them from my passage to raise them to his face.
Staring me straight in the eye, he made sure I couldn’t possibly miss what he was doing, sliding his glistening digits into his mouth to lick off every drop with his long, split tongue.
That was so erotic, so sexy. I burned for him and I wanted him to burn for me in the same way.
Pulling on my trapped hand, I freed it from his fist so that I could rub my fingers along the slick tips.
They twined with my fingers, slick with his precum, with his own kind of lubrication.
Then I raised them to my lips, caramelized popcorn and salt swirling into my nose as I stuck out my tongue and licked.
Ooh, that tasted so freaking good. I felt like I really caught on fire then.
Heat washed over me, my body seemed to grow languid and soft, my core aching to be filled.
Fear of how he’d fit me, instantly forgotten.
I just wanted more. Groaning, I licked off the last drop and started to reach for more.
“Krashe. So good. I want it,” I begged, thrashing beneath him when he caught my wrist and pinned it over my head instead.