I cannot deny that I find the thought of all this softness incredibly arousing.
I free my hand from her grip and touch her chest, eager to feel that smooth skin. The valley between her breasts feels as soft as the underbelly of a quill-beast. She trembles at my touch, her gaze on me, and I watch her nipples harden in response to my touch, going from soft pink circles to hard, ruched little tips. I don’t touch them yet, though. I’m still exploring, still admiring my mate’s body. This is our first chance to be truly alone and unclothed with each other, and I would like to enjoy it.
Her belly is flat, with a tiny dip for a navel that makes me want to kiss it. Her hips flare out slightly, rounded and inviting, and between her thighs is a thatch of dark hair that hides her honey-covered folds and her third nipple. It’s begging for my mouth, but I suspect my shy Kira would jump right off the furs if I spread her legs and buried my face there, so I must woo her with kisses and caresses.
I want to feel her against me, so I climb into the bed and lie next to her. My body dwarfs her smaller one, and she shifts a little. I lean my weight on the side so I don’t crush her, and throw a possessive leg over her thighs so she can’t squirm away from me.
Then, I lean in to kiss her, pulling her body close to mine.
She sighs and leans into my kiss, her tongue flicking against mine. I deepen the kiss, make it more explicit, more obvious as to what I want from her. I fuck her sweet mouth with my tongue, and she responds with soft cries and wriggles of delight under me. My cock aches to claim her, but I must go slowly. Kira has never mated before, and she is skittish.
I nip at her mouth, enjoying her responses – noises of pleasure. My mouth grazes to her jawline and then I lick at her neck, which sends trembling through her entire body. She likes that. I lick the soft skin there and gently bite down on it, and her fingers dig into my shoulders. “Do you enjoy my mouth on your neck?” I murmur. “Or shall I move it elsewhere?”
“I like your mouth everywhere,” she says in the softest, breathiest voice. It makes my cock twitch. I’ll give her my mouth everywhere, then.
I lick and suck at her soft human skin, tracing along her collarbones. With each press of my mouth to her flesh, she gives a low moan, and her hands move over my shoulders and arms, fluttering. It’s as if she doesn’t know where to place them, but wants to touch me. She can touch me as much as she wants; I will gladly take it. But for now, I’m concentrating on her. She’s had so much worry on her mind lately I want to make her come undone.
Also? I want to make sure she has no doubts about being mine.
I move down over her smooth breastbone and then graze my lips over one breast. The tip is pebbled with arousal, and I lick it enticingly, then wait for her reaction.
“Oh,” she breathes, her voice trembling. When I lift my head, she blushes and looks shy.
“Show me what you want, Kira.”
Her cheeks are bright pink as she grabs my horns and pulls me back down to her breast again in a silent command. It didn’t take much convincing, and I’m pleased that my mate is enjoying my attentions. She’s so small and delicate, and I worry one as big and brutish as I am is going to be frightening to her. But the way she directs me makes me think I have been overthinking things. That she’s as hungry for my touch as I am for hers.
I capture her nipple in my mouth and flick at it with my tongue. She gasps when the ridges on my tongue drag against the tip, so I make sure to do that over and over again. “My Kira,” I murmur, cupping her breast so I can better feed it to my mouth. “My sweet mate. You taste as good as I’ve imagined.”
She makes a soft little groan, and her hands skim down my arms again, her hips undulating on the bed under me. The scent of her arousal perfumes the air around us, and I rock my hips against the furs, my cock desperate to sheathe into her warmth. Patience is difficult when your mate is under you for the first time. I want nothing more than to fling myself on top of her and bury deep inside her. I want to watch her lips part with awe as I stroke into her.
Instead, I trail my mouth lower on her belly, my impatience getting the better of me. I drag my teeth against her skin, enjoying it when she shivers in response. My tongue circles her navel, and then I dip lower, to the curls between her legs that shield her folds from me. My mouth waters with anticipation.
They say no taste is sweeter than that of a resonance mate on a male’s tongue, but we are not resonating. We never will. I do not think she will taste any less sweet, though.
Her thighs press together and her hands slide over my horns. “Aehako,” she murmurs. “I don’t know…”