"Make it luxurious, then. Decadent." I lean back and meet his gaze with mine. "Use your imagination. Now, can I kiss you or do you have more questions?"
"I guess that's it for now," he says, grudging.
"Think of it as being playful, rather than a conquest. You'reflirting with your opponent, not ramming them into the ground with force. That's how you use your tongue. Understand?"
"Playful." The poor man looks openly skeptical. It's adorable.
"I'll lead, all right? It's going to be fine. It's just a kiss. You're overthinking things."
"I'm just establishing the rules?—"
Before we can get into another rules conversation, I put my mouth on his. I kiss him with everything I'm feeling, pressing my lips more firmly to his. I tease him with light, sweet kisses, as if I'm a butterfly moving over his lips. His mouth feels warm under mine, but so far the whiskers and the strange part of his upper lip hasn't been a problem. He's got a nice mouth, I decide. Just firm enough that he's fun to kiss, but soft enough to feel good.
"Lips, then tongue," he repeats, the words moving against my mouth.
"That's right," I say, and kiss him again. I gently nudge his lips apart with mine and dip my tongue into his mouth.
His tongue brushes mine.
We both gasp at the same time. It's like a shockwave of electricity ripples through me, my khui singing so loud the song is drowning out my thoughts. Valmir's tongue isn't as catlike as I was afraid it would be. It feels a lot like mine, but more nubbly and textured. It's fascinating, and I'm looking forward to our kisses even more now.
Our tongues brush against each other's again, and hot streaks of arousal race through my veins. His mouth should feel strange to me, his lips too thin, his tongue too textured, but somehow everything feels just right. I love the feel of his mouth against mine. I love that rough scratch of his tongue meeting my smoother one. It tickles something deep inside me and leaves me addicted and panting for more. We kiss, mouths meldingrepeatedly. How did I ever think that I might not enjoy kissing him? I should have wondered how I would ever stop kissing him. My arms are around his neck, my chest pressed to his as I devour his mouth. His hands are on my back, roaming over my spine and dragging against my layers of leather and fur as if he's trying to determine my shape underneath.
I come up for air, gasping between light kisses. "I could...keep...doing this...all night."
"We...could," he agrees, and his mouth is on mine again.
I moan, and the hungry need building inside me demands more. More kisses, more touches, more everything. I slide my hand down his front and stroke between his thighs, at the tented bulge straining his leggings. "Or we could do more...?"
He makes a ragged sound in his throat and kisses me again with a little nip that feels far too good to be real. "Do you want to do more, April?"
"I do," I tell him, and our breath is mingling again, a wild and needy sharing. It feels right. "This night is for us."
Our mouths meet again, and his hand goes to my breast, teasing the peak of it through my layers. "I want to see you without all this on. I want to feel your skin."
"Good idea," I pant. When he tears at the ties at my neck, I help him, and between his frantic hand and mine, we manage to get the first layer off, and then the second. Under that is my bra-band with the knot between my breasts that keeps it together, and a warm fur wrap tucked around it. I shed these as quickly as possible, my skin prickling at hitting the open air. The khui helps me stay warm, but it doesn't mean that the cold doesn't affect me. I give a little shiver and open my arms to him. "Come touch me."
Valmir ducks his head, his mouth immediately going to one taut brown nipple. I whimper at how good it feels and love the noise of pleasure he makes at tasting me.
"You're so keffing soft," he growls against my skin. His tongue rasps against my nipple, making it stand taller, and my eyes nearly roll back in my head with pleasure. "I want to lick you all over."
"Go ahead," I encourage, my hands going to his thick mane and pulling him down against me again. "I'm yours."
He nuzzles the skin between my breasts, then takes his time lavishing attention on each one. He's just as fascinated with the slopes of my breasts as he is with my nipples, giving my skin tiny little bites that don't hurt and just make me crazy with arousal. He drags his tongue over my nipple and sucks hard on the point, until I'm making needy sounds I don't even recognize as my own.
I never thought whiskers against my skin would be so erotic, but every time they brush over me, my entire body feels as if it's rippling with need.
When my breasts are aching and tight, both tips lavished with attention and wet from his mouth, he kisses his way down my abdomen. "Can I tongue you here?"
"God, yes." Every time before, he's touched me over my clothing, and I'm realizing I was depriving myself much more than him all this time. I want him between my thighs, licking and worshipping like he just did to my breasts.
"Good, because I can smell how slick you are and I want to taste it." He growls, his hands on my hips, and brushes his lips over the gentle curve of my belly. "Get undressed for me."
"You too," I say, sitting up and pulling on one leg of my pants. "I want you naked, too. Get rid of all your clothes."
For the next few moments, the cave is silent except for the sound of both of us frantically removing layers of clothing. I glance over at the far end of the cave to make sure Makana is fine, and the two-fang is curled up asleep where I lefthim. Good. I toss the last of my clothing aside and pull a fur over my naked body because the cave isn't exactly warm.
And I watch Valmir pull the last of his clothes off, too.
