My human, Ginger, wants to kiss me.
Not on the cheek. But my mouth. I see the way her eyes linger on my lips, and I see the way her small tongue darts out to wet hers.
Everything about this makes my cock strain and throb.
Alas, I cannot return to work at this family establishment while wearing a tented kilt.
“Don’t strain your muscles. Let me do it.”
I take her mug and mine and set them down so we don’t burn ourselves.
Then I hug my arms around the back of Ginger’s legs and lift her up.
She lets out a small yip as her feet leave the ground.
“You are more beautiful than a snowflake. Especially up close,” I say, and immediately feel inadequate. I don’t know how to pay her a compliment that’s big enough.
Fortunately for me, she doesn’t mock me for what I said.
Ginger’s lips part, and her pretty brows draw together like she can’t decide if she’s pleased or annoyed with me.
“Shall I put you down?”
“No,” she breathes. And then she tilts her head slightly to the side, and our lips join softly for one too-short moment. Ginger’s lips brush over my mouth like a hint of sugar on the most tempting cookie.
The touch of her pillowy lips is brief yet flips an internal switch. It is a feeling that I’ve felt only a shadow of while in her company in the game.
But that feeling is different now. Deeper. Stronger.
So strong I can’t hold back.
I hold her close with one arm hooked under her bottom. Ginger is secure, sitting on my arm. I am strong enough for her, and she seems pleased.
I touch her cheek with one finger, then two. “You humans are so soft and pliable. You are not like us.”
“Is that a good thing or a bad thing?”
“It’s different. But I like you, so it is a good thing. Everything about you is good.”
Ginger bites her lip and shakes her head. “Not everything. I was not nice to make you sleep in the cabin.”
“It was my choice. And you were kind, giving me a blanket.”
“Did you sleep okay?”
“No. But I don’t require much sleep.”
How was the sleeping bag?”
“Roomy enough,” I lie.
“Are you sure?”
“I do not wish to talk about the sleeping bag anymore.”
“What do you want to talk about?”
“I do not wish to talk at all. I wish for you to kiss me again.”
