CHAPTER 16 #3
Our tongues brush against each other's again, and hot streaks of arousal race through my veins.
His mouth should feel strange to me, his lips too thin, his tongue too textured, but somehow everything feels just right.
I love the feel of his mouth against mine.
I love that rough scratch of his tongue meeting my smoother one.
It tickles something deep inside me and leaves me addicted and panting for more.
We kiss, mouths melding repeatedly. How did I ever think that I might not enjoy kissing him?
I should have wondered how I would ever stop kissing him.
My arms are around his neck, my chest pressed to his as I devour his mouth.
His hands are on my back, roaming over my spine and dragging against my layers of leather and fur as if he's trying to determine my shape underneath.
I come up for air, gasping between light kisses. "I could...keep...doing this...all night."
"We...could," he agrees, and his mouth is on mine again.
I moan, and the hungry need building inside me demands more. More kisses, more touches, more everything. I slide my hand down his front and stroke between his thighs, at the tented bulge straining his leggings. "Or we could do more...?"
He makes a ragged sound in his throat and kisses me again with a little nip that feels far too good to be real. "Do you want to do more, April?"
"I do," I tell him, and our breath is mingling again, a wild and needy sharing. It feels right. "This night is for us."
Our mouths meet again, and his hand goes to my breast, teasing the peak of it through my layers. "I want to see you without all this on. I want to feel your skin."
"Good idea," I pant. When he tears at the ties at my neck, I help him, and between his frantic hand and mine, we manage to get the first layer off, and then the second.
Under that is my bra-band with the knot between my breasts that keeps it together, and a warm fur wrap tucked around it.
I shed these as quickly as possible, my skin prickling at hitting the open air.
The khui helps me stay warm, but it doesn't mean that the cold doesn't affect me.
I give a little shiver and open my arms to him. "Come touch me."
Valmir ducks his head, his mouth immediately going to one taut brown nipple. I whimper at how good it feels and love the noise of pleasure he makes at tasting me.
"You're so keffing soft," he growls against my skin. His tongue rasps against my nipple, making it stand taller, and my eyes nearly roll back in my head with pleasure. "I want to lick you all over."
"Go ahead," I encourage, my hands going to his thick mane and pulling him down against me again. "I'm yours."
He nuzzles the skin between my breasts, then takes his time lavishing attention on each one.
He's just as fascinated with the slopes of my breasts as he is with my nipples, giving my skin tiny little bites that don't hurt and just make me crazy with arousal.
He drags his tongue over my nipple and sucks hard on the point, until I'm making needy sounds I don't even recognize as my own.
I never thought whiskers against my skin would be so erotic, but every time they brush over me, my entire body feels as if it's rippling with need.
When my breasts are aching and tight, both tips lavished with attention and wet from his mouth, he kisses his way down my abdomen. "Can I tongue you here?"
"God, yes." Every time before, he's touched me over my clothing, and I'm realizing I was depriving myself much more than him all this time. I want him between my thighs, licking and worshipping like he just did to my breasts.
"Good, because I can smell how slick you are and I want to taste it." He growls, his hands on my hips, and brushes his lips over the gentle curve of my belly. "Get undressed for me."
"You too," I say, sitting up and pulling on one leg of my pants. "I want you naked, too. Get rid of all your clothes."
For the next few moments, the cave is silent except for the sound of both of us frantically removing layers of clothing.
I glance over at the far end of the cave to make sure Makana is fine, and the two-fang is curled up asleep where I left him.
Good. I toss the last of my clothing aside and pull a fur over my naked body because the cave isn't exactly warm.
And I watch Valmir pull the last of his clothes off, too.
I've seen parts of him naked, but never all at once.
He's got that short, pale gray fur all over him, less like a house cat and more like...
a dusting? It's thickest on his head, where his mane looks like a shaggy lion’s, and on his lower limbs.
It's also invitingly thick trailing down to his groin, and invites petting in the best sort of way. My fingers itch to touch him.
He looks over at me, his gaze on the fur I've drawn over my body. "Don't tell me you're shy?"
"Don't tell me your ass isn't freezing right now?" I mock-shiver and hug the fur closer to me. "I've got chicken skin right now."
"If you want to wear fur, you can wear me," Valmir growls, and pulls me closer to him. He shoves the fur I'm holding aside and presses his body to mine.
My legs go around his waist, and I wrap my arms around him.
He's warm and hard, and touching him makes my khui go wild with delight.
I moan, pressing up against him as he bears me to the floor.
We kiss again, and this time there's no hesitation or reticence in Valmir.
He kisses like he absolutely knows what he's doing, and as he does, he grinds his cock between my spread thighs.
It wrecks me in the best way.
"Love your scent," he mutters between frantic kisses. "Love how juicy your cunt smells."
I moan. Sexy talk instead of sarcasm? Valmir's killing me.
"Going to let me lick you now?" he asks between nips on my lower lip. "Or do you need me to warm you even yet?"
As if it's even a question. I drag his head down between my thighs, and when he chuckles, his breath teases my skin. Whiskers drag up and down the inside of my leg, making me arch.
Valmir practically purrs as he runs a hand over the back of my thigh and spreads my legs wider. "Look at that fur. What a nice little present for me."
"Surprise," I gasp.
"Delightful." He lowers his head and buries his face right in the cradle between my thighs. I could swear he sniffs me for a long moment before his tongue dips out to taste. He pauses and then tastes me again, this time with a longer sweep of his tongue.
I'm impatient. On edge and impatient. My fingers twist in his mane. "What do you think?"
Valmir just moans and licks me again, his tongue delving into my core. He makes another sound that might be a growl, might be a groan. Either way, it sounds euphoric.
Sounds like he approves. I ease back onto the furs, ignoring the chill on my upper body, and rock my hips against his hungry, seeking mouth.
He roams over my skin and my folds, exploring but never settling in one spot.
"Here," I tell him, spreading my pussy so he can see my clit. "Here's where I'm the most sensitive."
I circle a finger around it to show him.
"This might be my favorite rule so far," he murmurs, a moment before his lips close over it and he's teasing it like he would my nipple.
I cry out, bucking my hips against his greedy tongue, and ride his face as he works my clit.
He teases it relentlessly, using the tip of his tongue in circles just as I'd shown him.
By the time I climax, I'm covered in a sheen of sweat from how hard I've been undulating against his face.
I feel incredible, though.
Incredible and yet...still needy. Resonance has its grip on us, and it's not going to let go until we make a baby.
He surges over me, moving to kiss my mouth. My release is tangy on his lips, and I cling to him as his kiss grows desperate with hunger. "Come inside me," I tell him. "I want you."
Valmir groans and presses his forehead to mine. For a moment, we share a breath once more, and the cave is quiet except for the sound of our wild breathing and the even wilder song of resonance.
Then he moves higher, his hand going to the back of my knee and hiking my leg up to move it out of the way. I spread my thighs wide in encouragement, and when the head of his cock presses against my entrance, I let out a gasp of anticipation.
He sinks into me, moving slowly and watching my face as he does. I cling to his arms, holding tight as he feeds his length into my body. When he's fully seated inside me, the noise he makes is positively feral.
Mine is, too.
He thrusts into me, slowly at first, and then with more speed as he gains confidence that I'm not going to break underneath him.
His cock feels big as he pushes into me — but not in a terrifying way.
Rather, it feels like he's the perfect size I've been waiting for.
I feel filled each time he enters me, like a lock that has finally found its key.
Corny, but true.
Valmir's breath hitches and he thrusts faster. It's like he's losing control, that being inside me is overwhelming him. I know just how he feels. My head is spinning in the best way, and I want so much more of everything. He stutters and comes to a stop, clutching at my cheek. "April..."
"It's okay," I tell him, stroking his arm. "You're good. Everything feels amazing. Take what you need."
He groans and runs his thumb over my lower lip, gazing down at me.
So of course I have to bite his thumb. I take it in my mouth and suck on it as I make eye contact, too.
The noise he makes is unhinged. He thrusts into me again and starts a wild rhythm, pistoning into me faster.
I hold onto him, waiting for the next orgasm.
He feels so good, hitting so deep inside me that it's making something clench hard around him.
I gasp out his name, nails digging into his arm as I clutch him for dear life. "Valmir—"