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 ahand 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.
