I sigh happily at the sight. I wasn’t a virgin when I landed here, and I knew my way around a guy’s junk, but I can safely say that my mate has the biggest, juiciest cock I’ve ever put my hands on. He’s thick and girthy exactly where he should be, thehead prominent, and the ridges along the length of him are perfection. I wrap my fingers around him and sink to my knees in front of Pashov. “You tell me if you want me to slow down,” I whisper.
He groans. “If you go any slower, I might die.”
And here I thought I was already moving fast. Guess there’s always room for improvement. Amused, I trace his length with my fingertips, pleased with just how intensely he’s watching me. He’s waiting, his entire body practically vibrating with tension, for me to take him in my mouth.
I’d hate to disappoint him, especially after he’s been trying so hard to please me. I grip his shaft and skim my lips along the side of his cock, pressing hot kisses along his length. I can feel a tremor rock through his body at the first touch of my mouth, and his hands fist again. He’s determined not to distract me.
Which means I need to be that much more distracting. I want to see him lose his control. If he’s got no memories of our fumbling early attempts, I want to give him a memory that’ll blow his mind into next week. So I use all of my skills on him. I move to the head of his cock and lick it like it’s a melting popsicle. Great, exaggerated licks that get my lips glossy and involve dragging my tongue over the head repeatedly. He’s leaking pre-cum, and I lap it up with my tongue, making soft little noises of pleasure as I do.
“My mate,” he groans. “My sweet mate.” His hands flex at his sides, over and over again.
“You can touch me,” I say between flicks of my tongue. “I won’t break.”
He hesitates, and then his hand goes carefully to my hair. I increase the intensity, taking him deep into my mouth andsucking. He chokes on his breath, and his hand tightens in my hair. I can feel his hips jerk, as if trying to fuck my mouth, and I feel a quiver of excited pleasure.
That’s what I want. I want him to lose control. I want to make him wild. My cootie’s purring loudly in my chest, singing to him, and he groans again as I suck hard, taking him deep. He whispers my name, pumping slowly into my mouth. I make a sound of pleasure, letting him know that I want this, too, and his movements increase in their rapidity and his hand tightens on my head even more, until he’s holding me by the hair and fucking my mouth, and I love every moment of it. When he comes, it’s with an explosion, and he coats my tongue with his release, jets of cum filling my mouth. I drink it down, enjoying the choke of his breath as he struggles for control. I love that this is going to be one of his memories, this sexy wild moment we’ve stolen for ourselves.
I lick my lips clean and wrap my arms around his thigh, pressing my cheek there. His hand moves over my hair, stroking it. “My Stay-see,” he breathes, still panting hard. “You are…wondrous.”
“Was it good?” I ask softly, tracing my fingers up and down his inner thigh, just because I love feeling the shivers that move through him when I do so.
“I…I cannot…” He stumbles over his words.
I glance up at him. “You cannot what?”
Pashov rubs a hand over his face. “I cannot believe I have forgotten that.”
His tone of horrified wonder makes me burst into giggles.
PASHOV
I wake from sleep in a cold sweat, vague flashes running through my mind of rocks falling and the sensation of being crushed. It takes me several moments to realize that I am safe, that my mate is safe, that our kit sleeps peacefully in his basket.
After that, however, I do not sleep. I stare at the ceiling of the cave, my mind filled with visions of it collapsing on top of me.
Even though it is early, I decide to start the day’s work. There is always more to be done, and with just me and Stay-see here, never enough hands to do it all. I rouse from my bed, and dress, stoking the coals of the fire. In the next chamber, Stay-see sleeps peacefully, and Pacy is quiet in his basket. I can put on tea, then, and heat up some of the stew from yesterday before she wakes up. I picture her smile widening at the sight of a meal ready as she wakes up, and am pleased. I want to make her happy. I want to see her smile.
I want her mouth on me again.
I am wrapped up in thoughts of Stay-see as I move the privacy screen aside and step out into the snow to relieve myself. No new snow has fallen overnight, and trails of footprints lead to the front of the cave and then away again. I frown to myself, squatting by one. It is a smaller foot than my own. Did Stay-see leave the cave yesterday and I was not aware of it? I try to recall, but my mind is fixed on the image of Stay-see kneeling before me, her tongue flicking over my cock.
I am easily distracted this day, it seems.
Perhaps my memory is messed up again. I decide to follow the tracks for a bit, checking for spoor. It is entirely possible that a creature wandered near our cave and the snow melted just enough for the tracks to look human-sized. I follow the trail fora time, but when they eventually disappear, I have seen nothing to alarm me, and I am getting far from the cave and my mate. I am just uneasy, it seems. Time to go back before the fire dies down.
Stay-see sleeps late, and when Pacy begins to stir, I take him out of his basket and let him play in the main chamber while she dozes. She gives me a grateful smile when she wakes up, stretching with a sensual motion that makes me itch to touch her again.
I set up the meat to smoke for a second day, and she sews by the fire, and we spend the day talking. I ask her to tell me as many memories as she can, and she does. She tells me of the hawl-ee-deh with gifts and games. She tells me of the time that I played a joke on her, replacing all of her sweet hraku seeds with the peppery seeds my people love so much, and how mad she was. She tells me how she sewed all the cuffs in my leggings shut in revenge, and how I ripped two pairs before I figured it out. She tells me of lazy days spent by the fire, and of the sleepless nights after the kit was born. She tells me of Pacy’s birth and how he came out squalling at the top of his lungs and I dashed around the cave and shoved him under the noses of everyone in the tribe, so very proud of my son. They are all good memories, and I soak them up, eager for more.
The day passes quickly, and all too soon, the meat is dried and ready to be put away. The leggings Stay-see works on are completed, and Pacy finishes nursing for the last time before sleep and begins to yawn against his mother’s teats. Stay-see looks content but not overly tired, and I hope she will continue to talk after Pacy is put in his bed. I am hungry for her company, and even a day of idle chatter and shared memories is not enough. It will never be enough. With Stay-see, I am always thirsty for more of her time, her sweetness, her smiles.
She gets up to put Pacy to sleep, and I watch her eagerly, the sway of her hips, the swing of her brown braid as she leans over, the curve of her tailless bottom. She straightens and returns to my side at the fire, and I feel a surge of joy that she will choose to spend more time with me. I cast about, trying to think of something new to speak of, something that will make her bright smile light up her face. Perhaps food. “Are you still hungry?”
Stay-see raises a hand in the air and shakes her head. “I’ve had all the smoked meat I can stomach for now, thank you.”
I know how she feels. While smoked meat is not my favorite, fresh meat is harder to come by in the brutal season. We will be eating smoked meat for many, many days on end while the snows whip through the land. “I wish I had something else to offer you.”
She sits down next to me and pats my knee. “It’s fine. I’m just glad we have plenty of food to eat. We don’t have the luxury of being picky.”
