Chapter 12
Nothing worse than cutting your own dick off in front of your partner to ruin the mood.
Filbur
Her body relaxed instantly in my arms, lips soft as they moved against mine. Why could I not look away? Why were my hands unable to let go of her? Unable to stop caressing all over of her soft curves, trying to commit each of them to my memory?
“Tamara.” My voice was barely over a whisper.
“Tammy,” she breathed out. “Please, call me Tammy.”
I stopped kissing her, only long enough for my eyes to rove over her features. She looked slightly flushed, heat spreading over her cheeks and to her chest.
This was not lying. She had been the same this morning…
“Tammy,” I repeated, smiling as I brushed the soft skin under her eye. “It is pretty, I like it.”
She returned my smile and in this moment, I wished all the things that had ever wiped the happiness from her face would just disappear.
“I should let you swim a bit more in peace,” I finally said. Her lips parted in confusion and I forced myself to pull away from her inviting embrace. “I will get us something to eat, you must be hungry.”
“I’m not that hungry.” She pouted.
I arched a brow, studying the heat spreading over her face. Lie. “You are.”
She turned her face to the side, looking away in embarrassment. “I’m…Okay, yes I’m hungry. But I—I thought we could stay here together a bit longer.”
She did? And here I was, trying to give her some space…
I did not waste any time and hauled myself on the large rock next to her to lie down.
Tammy studied each of my movements and after a minute, scooted away from her spot where she still had her feet in the water to lie next to me.
When her head found its place on my chest and her hand slid over my abs, I let out a charged breath.
“I thought we would be moving today,” she said softly. “I mean, you said you were all…migrating?”
“We are. But we stop one full day a week, and since you and I had our partnering ceremony yesterday, my brother…He thought it would be best to make today our rest day.”
“Why?”
Shit. “Because newly partnered couples…tend to want to spend some time alone after the ceremony is over.”
Silence stretched for a few seconds and her breath hitched. “Oh. Oh. Right…”
My throat moved as I swallowed. “Right.”
Another moment passed where none of us spoke. The last thing I wanted was for her to feel pressured, but I could not lie about what people usually expected. They would have no way of knowing for sure what had happened—or not happened—but they would definitely assume it had.
“I hope you know that my…reticence has nothing to do with you,” she blurted out. “It’s not that I don’t want to. I’m just…scared.”
Thanks to what happened this morning, I knew the issue came from elsewhere. “I know,” I said simply. “We can wait. Until you are no longer scared or more comfortable—”
“I’m comfortable.” I looked down and lifted her face toward mine. She frowned. “Are you seriously checking if I’m telling the truth now?”
You bet I am. “Can you blame me?” She blinked, confused. “I care about your comfort. Your safety. Your happiness. I will always make sure any of these words coming from you are spoken truthfully.”
Tamara blushed again before escaping my gaze. “Well, I am comfortable with you. And although I was terrified, I truly enjoyed what happened this morning.”
Fuck, me too. It appeared human females had extremely sensitive external pleasure points. All morning I had to refrain myself from keeping her lying down and strip her naked to study every inch of her beautiful skin—with a special attention to the spot she had rubbed against me.
“I enjoyed it too. A lot,” I admitted, sliding my hand along her naked thigh and stopping at the crease behind her knee to pull her closer to me. “Feel free to do this again whenever you want to.”
She shivered and shifted her hips against my side. “I—really?”
My cock started to swell in my drenched pants. This woman was driving me crazy with need and I really needed to reel it in.
“Yes. What happened this morning or even something else,” I added, trying my hardest to control my arousal. It was only a matter of time before the damn purple showed up. She would inevitably notice.
“Something else?” Her voice wavered. “Would something else be…painful?”
There was only one thing that could potentially hurt her, and it had been clear that it was the thing she was not ready to do. It left a lot of other possibilities…
“All the things that I have in mind would not.”
“I…Okay.”
Shit. Okay? Okay what? Was she just ending the conversation by acknowledging my words? Was she actually agreeing to…more?
“Okay—?”
She did not answer. Because her lips were now busy kissing a trail from my stomach to my chest, my shoulders, my throat, my jaw, my lips.
Perfect. She was utterly perfect.
“Hm?” she said in between kisses.
And fuck, I needed to stop thinking about her beauty out loud. “Nothing,” I said, kissing her back, pulling her to straddle me.
Tamara stared at me with narrowed eyes and I nearly cried from the loss. “Liar.”
“Yes. Please, kiss me again.”
The giggle escaping her before our mouths connected again made my heart feel lighter.
“Okay,” she breathed out. “You know more about all this than I do, so what—”
She yelped as I rolled us over. Her eyes were wide and cheeks pink as she looked up at me, hovering above her. “May I?” I asked, fingers threading at the little knot holding the skirt of her dress together at her hip.
Her blush intensified. “I-I don’t know? Shouldn’t we go somewhere…more private? Like your tent, or—”
“Our tent,” I corrected before casting glances around. We were fully hidden behind the little waterfall and it was lunchtime. Most people would be eating in the center of the camp at this hour. “This is private enough.”
I could tell she was fighting her instincts, so I just waited. It took her a couple of seconds before she nodded, the motion shaky and unsure. No time to waste, I deftly untied it and opened it up.
By the gods. A line of short hair leading to slightly darker skin. It looked somewhat similar but also different from what I already knew and I cursed myself for not having read the damn book further.
“Is…Is everything okay?” she asked.
The sound of her voice brought me back to reality; my beautiful partner lying down in front of me, her legs spread and core exposed.
“Everything is perfect.”
Her arousal glistened and I could not help but touch her there. Her breath hitched when I let my fingers slide down to stop at her entrance where most of her wetness was pooling.
Soon. When she will be ready.
I went back to the bundle of nerves at the top and the moan escaping her throat told me it was the right decision. I traced a small and slow circle and her back arched away from the rough stone.
This had been the spot she was rubbing against me this morning. The safest bet to bring her pleasure right now.
I would have a lot more time to explore the rest of her body. Now, I wanted her to feel good. Safe. Comfortable. Blissful.
“What are you—”
“Trust me,” I said as I kissed my way down her body until my lips met the thin line of short curly hair. “If it gets too intense or if you need me to stop, tell me and I will.”
Despite how tense she had been before, her whole body melted at the first brush of my tongue over her glistening center. “Oh god.”
I was not sure which god she was praying to, but her pleasure made me feel like one.
I switched between soft and slow licks to careful nibbles before closing my lips around her most sensitive spot to suck it into my mouth, tongue swirling furiously.
Her unguarded moans and the way her hips kept moving, chasing the pleasure only I could give, sent more blood rushing to my cock.
One of her hands found her breasts and squeezed distractedly, like even she was not sure why she needed this.
So I pushed her hand aside and took over. Her nipple was hard under the fabric of her top and I could not help but pull it down to free it, revealing the darker peak and rolling it softly between my index and middle finger. Her moans intensified, her voice now almost broken.
“Oh god, Filbur…I’m—”
She stopped herself and her back arched from the ground.
I let go of her breast and straightened up, pulling her with me, circling her middle with both my arms and burying my face between her thighs.
Her legs, placed over my shoulder and crossed behind my head, started to shake as the rest of her body convulsed.
Hanging upside down with her eyes rolling back, she was magnificent.
Both of her hands were holding my head tight, keeping me locked on the magical spot above her slick entrance as she kept coming and coming.
When her broken moans turned into whimpers, I placed her back down on the ground, kissing her inner thigh softly.
“Good?” I asked when she slowly opened her eyes, a blissful smile pulling at her lips.
She nodded. “I…I thought intimacy never felt good for women,” she confessed, a shadow clouding her eyes.
“My…Jake told me that women were only here for men’s pleasure.
When he…” She paused, her throat bobbing, eyes watering.
“When he seduced that other girl and forced me to watch…Although she said she wanted this, she looked in pain. When she tried to rub the fact that he had wanted her and not me in my face later on, I didn’t feel an inch of jealousy, just… I felt sad. Afraid.”
I hated that human male for hurting her this way. For playing with her mind, her feelings. For making her believe, even for a moment, that she would never find better. That it was normal.
“Intimacy is not supposed to be painful for anyone,” I said, bringing my fingers back to her drench center. “Some things will be uncomfortable the first few times. You are still untouched. But I promise I will do everything I can to make you as comfortable as possible.”