“Did you?” Taylor shifted her weight off my lap and peered down at my damp crotch.
“Oh.” There was a hint of surprise in her tone that told me she hadn’t expected me to come so easily, either.
This was embarrassing. I was not a young hunter experiencing his first stiff shaft. I was a grown male capable of bringing down a pack of jagwas on my own. This should not be happening.
I attempted to look anywhere but at Taylor’s face as I thought of what to do next.
“It’s okay!” Taylor blurted out. “It happens.”
When I said nothing, she pressed on. “I’m aroused too! You can smell that, right?! You guys have that ability.”
I gave her a sour look. She might be aroused, but I was the one who had come simply from grinding against her.
“Here,” she took my hand and placed it over her sex. She was wearing that strange strap of fabric that she and the hu-mans called underwear. It was soaked with her essence, and I was finding it very difficult to not to pull my hand away so I could lick my fingers to sample her taste. If she tasted half as good as she smelled, I could spend all my days between her thighs and be happy.
“Can you feel that? I’m so aroused my underwear is wet.”
I tightened my grip on her sex on instinct, and she gasped.
“It is not fair that I’ve come and you have not.” I wanted to see Taylor lost in pleasure, like I had been.
“It’s fine,” she laughed off my statement as if her pleasure were some trivial thing.
“I disagree.” I gazed down into her eyes, unwavering in my resolve. “Tarak said if you are touched at the apex of your slit, it will bring you much pleasure. I know we are not true mates, but I still wish to bring you such pleasure.”
I was still cupping her sex, surprised that she had not yet moved my hand away. I took this as a good sign that she was more comfortable with me than I thought.
“I guess we could count this as a kind of practice,” she said breathlessly.
I nodded my head and removed my hand. “I will clean up and you will tell me what you like.”
This time, it was Taylor’s turn to swallow hard and nod.
I pulled off my dirty pants and replaced them with a pair of shorts I preferred to sleep in. When I returned to the bed, Taylor was sitting on the furs where I’d left her.
My heart raced as I sat down beside her and waited for her instructions.
She nervously stood up and removed her underwear, then sat back down.
Her arousal scent filled the room, and I had to bite back a growl of primal pleasure. I did that. Somehow, I’m not sure how, she had found kissing and grinding agaisnt me pleasurable.
“Show me where to touch you,” I asked, feeling desperate to gain this information. I did not know how long we’d pretend to be mates. I was still a cursed male, not worthy of Taylor’s love. But even so, I did not want to waste any opportunity to touch Taylor and bring her pleasure while we shared my cave.
Taylor lifted her nightgown, revealing her sex covered in tight curls. Then she took my hand and placed it over her mound. It was slick with her essence, and again I longed to taste her. She slid my fingers up until I grazed a protrusion that made her gasp when I touched it. Her clit, that’s what Tarak had called it.
“Here. I’m sensitive here,” she breathed.
I leaned down and pressed my lips to hers. She welcomed my kiss and soon we were exploring each other with our tongues once again.
Once she was deep into the kiss, I gently rubbed two of my fingers up and down her sensitive spot.
She pulled away from me with a gasp, but I kept going. I treated her body as gently as I would a flower as I brought my fingers up and down her skin until she trembled beneath me.
Her head was tilted up and her breathing had become labored. I marveled as the skin on her chest and neck started to turn red.
Leaning down, I kissed her neck, and she shivered under my touch. I kissed her again and again, up and down her delicate column as I shifted my rubbing motion into a circular one.
Taylor gasped again and clung tightly to the furs. I memorized her body, how flushed she was, how tightly she held her posture, the rise and fall of her chest with her heavy breathing, and the look of pleasure on her face as her jaw hung open as if she were unable to control it.
