Chapter 12 #2
He tilted his chin, and this time the kiss was full contact.
Lips to lips, breath mingling with breath.
There was no pain from my leg then, just him filling my senses.
I should have felt trapped; he was holding me by my hair, refusing to let me retreat.
I felt powerful instead. Ekkire arched beneath me, his long tail shifting across the rubble and winding around me, ever careful of my injury.
Only gold and green filled my vision, and the sound of his deep, unfiltered moan filled my ears.
I’d never had a man respond to a simple kiss the way he did.
Like I’d shocked him with a live wire, he’d gone tense, but every sound he made was filled with pleasure.
“Jasmine, stars… By the sacred streams, I never… I can’t believe…
Ah, do it again, I beg you.” His hands might be holding me, his tail might be tangled around me, but I held all the power. I could give, or I could take.
I kissed him again, this time darting my tongue out to press against his lips.
He gasped, and I licked the edge of his fang and the roof of his mouth.
I lost control then, but I didn’t mind. His pleasure was beautiful to see, but now my own body began to sing.
He was a mixture of sweet and savory, a tang of spice; a hint of those special ration bars he made.
Rolling us, I found myself spread on the fur I’d worn around my shoulders for warmth. Yet I still didn’t feel trapped.
This kiss awakened something in him that was all passion and tenderness.
His touch was soft as he went from gripping my hair to cupping my face.
He held himself above me without pinning me, yet he wasn’t using his hands.
No, this was all core strength and the balance his tail provided.
“Tell me to stop,” he muttered, a sound barely heard over the pounding of my heart.
Like hell. I wanted him to make me forget, to kiss me until both of us felt only pleasure.
My hands shot up, finding his hair and the bumpy texture of the scales along the edges of his ears.
He groaned at the touch, the kiss deepening when his tongue shot out to tangle with mine.
Taking the claim I’d staked and making it more; a dominant stroke of silk, a burst of taste that seared into my brain.
It reminded me of what it should feel like between two willing people.
The give and take, the freely felt pleasure.
When Ekkire’s hands began to roam, I arched into them, welcoming the touch. Even when he began to shed my coat and peel my shirt from my body, I welcomed it. I was back in college, back in my parents’ home, fumbling around with my first boyfriend. Untainted by everything that came after.
“These kisses, are they mouth-matings only, or can I do this?” Ekkire asked, and then he caught me off guard by dragging his mouth along my chin, down my throat.
His fangs nipped the edge of my collarbone with the tiniest pinch of pain, and pleasure shot through me, hard and sharp.
I arched, moaned so loudly the sound echoed against the cave walls, and I felt the smirk curl the edges of his mouth in response.
“I’ll take that as a yes, little hunter. ”
I was in a haze, pleasure fogging my brain.
My knuckles ached from gripping his shoulders so hard.
He laved my skin with his long, split tongue, dragging it down my throat to the valley between my breasts.
My shirt had vanished, slipping with a flutter over my head, but my sports bra stayed in place.
I didn’t realize until later that was probably because he didn’t know how to undo it.
His hands stroked my skin with reverence, blazing trails of fire over sensitive flesh.
I arched beneath him, clinging shamelessly, as he pulled sensations from me I didn’t remember feeling before.
Ekkire might never have kissed anyone before, but he was an eager student, finely tuned in to any sounds I made.
When lapping at the slope of my breast made my breathing stutter, he did it again.
When his thumb found the hard tip of my nipple through my bra, I moaned, so he circled it over and over.
Heat mounted between my thighs, so fierce I knew I was on the verge of something great.
Shifting my good leg beneath him, I managed to hook it around his hip and pull him closer.
The press of his body against mine sent me over an edge I hadn’t known I’d been on.
Pleasure spiraled as a hot, thick bar branded my core with a shove of his hips.
He groaned, twisting above me, and then the sound morphed into a roar.
I saw stars dance across my vision. Pleasure twisted with confusion, my body floating in the shelter of Ekkire’s coils.
Everything throbbed, pulsed, and suddenly felt sticky.
My belly tingled, then cooled in a way that made me realize it was wet.
Wet? How? I blinked the haze from my vision and glanced down, just as Ekkire abruptly began to rear above me.
It was the start of a retreat, but he halted because I had yet to release his shoulder or the leg I’d hugged around his hip.
Now, that bit of naga education Vera insisted each human got upon arrival had warned me about the difference in his anatomy.
That didn’t mean I was prepared. Ekkire’s cock jutted from a slit at his front, thick as my forearm, shockingly long, and a vibrant emerald.
Here, he glowed with golden markings too.
It was the tip that caught me off guard, though—split like his tongue, the dual head shifting and moving together.
He dripped pearly white fluid, and more of it coated my bare belly. Much more of it.
My skin broke out in goosebumps, and the high of my orgasm began to fade as I registered what had just happened.
I’d meant to simply kiss him, to test if I could handle that kind of intimacy without freaking out.
I guess the answer was yes, because we’d exploded together.
His seed coated my belly and the edge of my pants, but an answering wetness had soaked my panties.
He’d made me come just by kissing, touching my breasts, and applying the barest pressure against my clit with that thick erection.
Geez… Heat stained my cheeks as I lifted my eyes to his, bracing myself for rejection, for a comment about my easiness. Something scathing.
Ekkire’s eyes were wild and shocked, the scales on his back lifting and rattling with a whispering sort of sound. I knew it was an expression of a hunter’s unease, though they could also do that to vent heat. He was spooked, beyond spooked. He looked like a horse about to bolt.
“Hey,” I whispered. “Hey, are you with me? What’s wrong, sweetheart?
” I shifted my hand on his shoulder to touch the side of his face, and his eyes jerked to mine, the pupils so narrow they’d almost vanished in a sea of green.
Then he shuddered and began to lower himself next to me, his coils shifting, twisting as he released them from around me.
Even spooked, he was careful to keep my broken leg elevated and immobilized. It made my heart ache.
“I… Jasmine…” He was lost for words, but when he glanced down at the drying seed on my belly, I began to understand.
Hadn’t Vera said something about how naga males were considered to behave shamefully if they showed their cock, and came, before their female allowed it?
He reached down and roughly grabbed his still partially hard cock, pressing against it as if he intended to shove it back inside. That had to be painful. I winced.
“No, stop that!” I grabbed his hand and yanked it away, my wrist brushing the writhing tips by accident.
A wet smear of seed coated it. “I’m human, not naga, and I don’t care.
I mean, I do, but I liked it.” My words came out rushed, tumbling over each other.
The scent of him was so intense now: sweet, salty, a bit like caramelized popcorn.
I licked my lips, struck by the powerful desire to taste it.
He froze, staring at me with such confusion that I felt this surge of relief.
He was definitely so new at all of this, and that made me feel safe.
Releasing him, I shifted on the furs, then couldn’t resist the temptation and began raising my wrist to my mouth to taste it.
The desire was so powerful, I didn’t think it through until I had almost done it. Whoa, what was I doing?
“I wasn’t supposed to respond that way…” Ekkire said, abruptly shaking off his shock.
He appraised my sticky belly with a frown, but I saw the way his cock twitched and grew hard again.
Oh, he liked it, he liked seeing me like this.
An answering wetness rushed from my core, and I liked it too.
His eyes lit, and his tongue darted out in rapid flicks.
That wasn’t supposed to be hot, but it was.
I tried a casual shrug as I lowered my arm and tried not to inhale too deeply.
It smelled fantastic—his seed—and I really didn’t want to give in to the temptation.
“Me neither,” I breathed, “but I don’t regret it.
Now help me clean up?” I was starting to feel awkward, and I didn’t want that.
I didn’t want to taint this moment when it had felt so easy, so natural, so far. That was a win I wanted to cherish.