Chapter 8 #4
Her mouth curves in a smile. “I’m not sure there’s a lot to tell.
I just liked kissing you. You didn’t know how to do it at first, of course.
It’s not a sa-khui thing…much like eating eggs.
” Her lips twitch as she gets on her knees and slides one leg over my thighs.
A moment later, she settles onto my lap and puts her arms around my neck.
“But you learned it really fast, and then you got really, really good at it.” The look on her face is dreamy as she scoots closer.
My hands go to her hips, and I fight the urge to push her down on my cock, already hard and aching in response to her nearness. But I want her to stay where she is—I love the feel of her straddling me. “Then I will learn to be good at it again.”
“You will,” she says softly. Her fingers play with my mane, and she strokes my jaw again. “Or you’ll remember.”
“I want to remember,” I say, and my voice is thick with need. “I want it more than anything.”
“I know. Maybe this will jog your memory, then.” She leans in and presses her mouth to mine.
Her lips brush over mine, and the feeling I get is one of overwhelming sweetness.
My Stay-see is all that is kind, and soft, and sweet in this world.
I feel a possessive surge as I hold her close, letting her press her small lips against mine.
If this is what she wants to do, then I will gladly go along with it.
Then she licks me.
I am so startled by this that I jerk back, staring at her.
“What? What is it?” Her mouth is wet and shiny, and fascinating.
“Are you supposed to do that?”
She smiles at me. “We can do anything we want to each other, silly, as long as it feels good. Did you not like it?” Stay-see looks concerned.
“I was just…surprised. Let us do it again.” I want to taste her little tongue once more.
She slides a little closer to me, her cunt resting directly atop my rock-hard cock, and there’s a smile curving her mouth. “Still want me to lead?”
I nod. I am too fascinated by how she is acting to protest. I like it when she takes control. It is such a different side of her…and it is exciting. I put my hands on her hips, determined not to disturb her.
Stay-see leans in again and brushes her lips over mine, like she did before.
I can feel her excitement, the hot scent of her arousal perfuming the air.
Her khui hums a low song, and mine responds in kind.
As she leans forward, her teats brush against my chest, and her little nipples are hard.
It makes my cock jerk in response because I want nothing more than to throw her down on the floor and bury my face in her cunt, devouring her until she’s crying out my name.
My hands clench into fists, and I close my eyes, determined to remain in control.
I do not want to frighten her with the intensity of my need.
But last night, when she put her mouth on my cock? She has only made my need worse. Now I cannot think of anything but her.
Her tongue flicks against the seam of my mouth again, and I part my lips, curious to see where this goes.
Her little shiver of response fascinates me, as does the sensation of her tongue sliding against mine.
She is licking me again…and it feels indescribable.
I groan as she begins to tease me, her tongue traveling lightly against mine, coaxing me to participate.
Then she thrusts into my mouth, and I gasp because it reminds me of…
mating with her. Is that what this is? Mating with mouths?
I think I am going to like kissing. A lot.
I brush my tongue against hers, and she makes a breathless little moan when I do.
Her response rocks through me, and I can no longer sit back and concentrate.
I must participate, and I hold her tightly as my tongue battles with hers, slicking and stroking against one another.
Her mouth is wet and hot, like her cunt must be right now, and when I thrust my tongue into her mouth, it is like I am promising her a mating, teasing her with what my cock will do to her.
And she clings to me and pants, excited by my kisses.
Over and over, our mouths mate and come together, tongues melding.
My hands roam over her back, pressing her smaller form against me.
She is perfection, my mate, all curves and soft skin, and I grip her backside, fascinated by how round and plush it is.
Sa-khui women are lean and muscular, but my Stay-see is nothing like that, and I love her body.
She moans against my mouth and her hips rock against my cock, eliciting another groan from me.
I think of last night, when she knelt before me and pleasured me with her mouth.
She did not cry out her pleasure like she did when we mated.
She has had no release—and I want to give her one.
I slide a hand up her front, cupping her full teats.
“Stay-see,” I rasp between kisses. “Let me kiss your cunt. I want to lick it like you lick my mouth.”
My mate shudders against me, her breathing harsh. “You don’t have to—it’s not about being reciprocal—”
“I want to.” I tug at her tunic. “I want nothing more than this.”
She pulls back and gazes at me with eyes full of need. “Are you sure?”
I growl at her. “Female. Your scent has been tempting me all day. I am hungry for it. Let me taste you.”
Stay-see shivers again, and she licks her lips. “Pashov—”
I kiss her to silence her excuses. I do not know how I was in the furs before my memory loss, but I do not think it is something I disliked in the past. Even now, the scent of her makes my mouth water, and I think of our brief mating from before. I only got to taste her for a moment.
I want more. Always more.
I lift her off my lap, still kissing her, and roll our bodies onto the floor until she is underneath me. My furs are nearby, and I tug them forward so she can have something soft to lie upon. She clings to me, her nails digging into my skin in a way that is exciting and oddly fierce.
“Tell me if you want me to stop,” I murmur to her as I begin to press my mouth down the fragile column of her throat.
She laughs breathlessly. “I don’t think that is going to be a problem.”
“Did I do this for you in the past?”
“Oh, yes.”
I am glad to hear it. “And was I good at it? Did I make you cry out?”
She shivers again on the furs. “Oh, yes.”
This pleases me. I find the tie to the front of her tunic and pull it loose, and the leather falls away.
Her teats are plump and heavy, the nipples hard and beaded with a drop of milk.
I am fascinated by the sight of my mate, her body lush from feeding our kit.
I lean down and kiss each droplet of milk off of her skin, and she whimpers in response.
More milk rises to take the place of the other drops, and I lap them up as well.
Stay-see gives a little sigh. “As much as I like your mouth on my breasts, you’re going to be there forever if you wait for them to stop leaking.” Her smile is shy. “And we should probably save the milk for Pacy.”
I nod, kissing lower. “I will put my mouth on other things, then.”
“I’m not objecting to that.” She chuckles.
Her laughter makes me feel warm. The only thing better than tasting Stay-see’s skin is making her smile, and I am pleased to do both.
I put my mouth on her soft stomach and then tug on her leggings.
They are tied at the sides, and I want nothing more than to rip at the cords and yank the clothing off of her, but I think of the long hours she spends sewing.
I do not wish to create more work for her.
She already has much to do. So I carefully pry the knots apart and pull the leggings down. Patient. I am being patient.
The sight of her is a gift. Her little thatch of fur between her thighs calls to me, her scent more powerful than before. “I love this,” I tell her, brushing my fingers over the bit of fur. “Are all humans like this, or am I the luckiest male?”
Her laugh is breathless. “All humans have hair there to an extent. But you can still think of yourself as lucky.”
“I do,” I tell her, and press a kiss there. “Because this is mine.”
“It’s attached to me,” she says, amused.
“Yes, and you are mine, too. But this is especially mine,” I say, and cup her cunt with my hand. Even here she is small, but her skin is scorching hot. I can feel the thrum of her khui through her body, responding to my touch. “It is wet and hot and delicious and all mine.”
She laughs again, shivering slightly. “I don’t know if this is dirty talk or I’m just really turned on at the moment.”
“Are you nervous?” To me, she seems nervous.
Her nod is silent.
“But why?” I press a kiss to her mound again. “I have done this before. I have kissed all of your body. You have borne my kit. Why are you nervous now?”
“Because it’s important.” Her voice is a mere whisper. “Because I’ve missed you so much.”
“I am here,” I tell her. I take her hand in mine, and she squeezes my fingers tightly. “Let me pleasure you, my mate.” When she gives me a tight nod, I bend my head and kiss her mound again. I will lick her until she screams…but I will never let go of her.
I settle between her legs and place my free hand on the inside of one creamy thigh.
I cannot stop a groan of need from escaping my throat at the sight of her pink folds, gleaming wet.
I have been waiting days to taste her again.
Her fingers squeeze mine again, as if letting me know that she wants this, too.
I waste no more time; I lean in and give her a long, slow lick.
Her breath shudders.
The taste of Stay-see on my tongue is delicious.
I lap at her again, so juicy and sweet here.
She tastes better than I remembered, and I cannot help but lick her over and over, fascinated at the softness against my tongue and the taste of her musk.
She moans, and her hips rock in time with my tongue, pushing up against me.
She is enjoying this, but I want to make her insane with need, like she did to me.
So I begin to explore her with my mouth, learning every fold and curve.
I slick my tongue over the bump at the top of her cunt that resembles a nipple.
I drag my mouth down to the entrance of her core, where she is hottest and slickest. I want to lick her even lower, but when she arches her hips so sweetly as I tongue her core, I decide to focus my attention there.
I push the tip of my tongue inside her, and she moans, her grip tight on my hand.
I use my tongue like my cock, pushing in and out of her.
My own need is raging through me, but I ignore it.
This is all about Stay-see and her need, not mine.
“Touch my clit,” she whispers.
I lift my head, surprised. It is the first noise she has made that was not a moan or a cry. “Your clit?” I do not know the word. “Show me.”
“Here,” she says. Her free hand slides between her thighs, and she parts her folds. Her fingers skim over her slickness, and then she circles the little nipple at the top of her cunt.
I am fascinated by the sight of her touching herself…and jealous. She is mine to touch. Mine to pleasure. But I will take what she shows me, and learn. I watch her as she slowly traces around the nipple—her clit—and her breathing quickens. She likes soft touches here, then.
I push her hand aside and bury my face between her legs again, finding her clit with my tongue. I can hear her gasp when I find it, and I set to copying her motions, tracing the tip of my tongue around it in a circle like she did. Her entire body trembles in response, and she releases a small cry.
Encouraged, I redouble my efforts, licking, nibbling, and sucking on that small bit of flesh.
If she wants me to tease her clit, I will.
If she wants me to lick it for hours, I will.
I watch her movements and pay attention to the grip of her hand in mine.
I learn which things she likes—like the quick swipe of my tongue over her clit—and which do not move her.
Over and over, I pleasure her with my mouth, and the taste of her fills my senses.
I want to spend hours here between her thighs, feeling her quiver.
One of her legs twitches, and I push my free hand down on it, forcing her legs to spread wider. “Mine,” I growl hungrily between licks.
She whimpers, and her hand goes to my mane. Her fingers knot in my hair and she cries out softly, her hips arching. “I’m so close,” she pants. “Don’t stop.”
“Never,” I vow, and lap at her with newfound determination. She grips my hand tightly as I continue to work her clit, over and over. Her hips rise higher with every lap of my tongue until she is pushing against my mouth, a little keening noise escaping her throat.
Then she comes in a rush of wetness, her entire body trembling.
She gasps loudly and quakes, and I grip her hand tightly and continue to pleasure her with my mouth.
I do not let up until she pushes me aside some moments later.
“You’re going to kill me if you keep that up,” she tells me, all breathless wonder.
“I am pleasuring my mate,” I tell her, ready to do more.
“I’ve definitely been pleasured,” she says, panting. “I…wow.”
“I did well?”
“Better than well. Amazing.” She squeezes my hand again. “Thank you.”
“Why do you thank me?”
“Because you didn’t have to do that.”
“I have been dreaming of that for days.” I press a kiss to the inside of her thigh and enjoy her little quiver of response. “There is no greater pleasure than tasting you on my lips, and watching you come apart.”
She smiles and pats the furs. “Come snuggle with me for a bit?”
“Snuh-gul?”
Stay-see nods, and as I move beside her, puts her arms around my waist and presses her cheek to my chest. She tucks her body against me and twines her legs with mine. “Snuggling. Cuddling. Holding each other.”
“I would be happy to.” I put my arms around her and feel content. Happy. My khui sings a song of contentment. My cock aches, and my need is fierce, but I do not need more in this moment. I have my mate in my arms, her taste on my lips, and her well-pleasured body resting against me.
It is more than enough for now.