“Do Honey women have breasts?”
He glances up at me. “Yes, but I have never touched a Honey woman.”
The tip of his claw traces around one nipple and a shudder rolls through me.
“You like that?”
“I think so.” Who knew claws could be so exciting?
He licks the tip of the other peak before drawing it in his mouth and sucking.
I lift my hips, seeking friction and something to rub against. He cups my pussy and I grind against his hand. It’s almost enough for me to come. Before I can, he pulls away.
He drags my bra straps all the way down my arms until I can pull them free, then he undoes my pants. He doesn’t pull them off though, instead he goes all the way to my feet to remove my boots.
I finish taking off my bra and drop it to the side as he pulls off one sock and then the other. When he looks at me, there is raw hunger in his amber-colored eyes as though now awakened the need cannot be tamped down.
No one has ever looked at me like that…as if I am everything they need.
As if I am their air.
He drags down my pants and I pull my legs free, then I am wearing only my panties. The only pair I have. Neither of us has spare clothes.
He hooks the tips of his claws into panties. For a heartbeat I think he is going to rip them…but he doesn’t. He pulls them off, as carefully as the rest of my clothes.
He knows what it’s like to have little and understands the need to look after it.
Even though the cave is dimly lit by the sun creeping through the hole in the ceiling, he can see me clearly, and I am spread out for taking. I lick my lip, tempted to cover myself as he spends far too long looking at me.
The tension within me grows, and my muscles tighten. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” He runs his hands up my calves. “I am enjoying looking at you and sensing the changes. You don’t like to be looked at?”
“I’m not used to it.”
His hands creep higher, spreading my legs wider until he’s kneeling between them. Then he leans over and kisses my belly.
“Nervous?” I whisper, because I am.
“Yes,” he admits. “My lessons on pleasing a mate were a long time ago, and I have forgotten most of what I learned."
That isn’t what I meant, but if he’s not worried about going into rut, then maybe I shouldn’t be either.
“Last chance to change your mind, because once I taste you?—"
“I want you. I wanted you every time I came to see you.”
“I wanted you to do something or say something, even though I knew nothing could happen while I was in the cage.” His breath is warm against the slick lips of my pussy as he breathes in my scent.
I curl my fingers into the blanket, fighting the urge to lift my hips. But I wait because this is his moment. It is the line he needs to cross.
His thumbs spread the lips of my pussy, the tips of his claws grazing the sensitive skin. I close my eyes, holding my breath and waiting for the touch of his tongue on my clit.
He gives my clit the tiniest lick. “Is that your pleasure bump?”
“Yes.” I need him to touch it again, to not stop until I am calling his name.
That is all the encouragement he needs to keep going. I bite my lip as he licks and sucks my sensitive clit. He spreads my legs wider so he can fuck my pussy with his tongue. I want to ask if I taste weird…but as he has never tasted a woman, he has nothing to compare me to. And while he is no virgin, I am the first woman he has ever slept with. The only woman he will ever sleep with.
