Barbarian’s Mate(30)

He scowls. “You keep bringing that up.”

“I bring it up because it’s sexy, big guy.” I shift a little closer to him and put my hands on his chest, letting my slight weight lean against him. “But what I was going to say was…how much do you know about kissing?”

As if to show me, he leans in and presses a peck to my mouth. It’s quick, and polite, and like something a stranger would give.

Yeah, that won’t do. I know he knows kisses are filled with emotion - he presses his mouth to my face in almost-kisses all the time, and I get the impression he knows it involves lips but not the depths behind it. Oh, this is going to be fun. “That’s how you start out, yes. But there’s a lot more to it.”

His eyes narrow as if I’ve told him he’s doing something wrong. “My kiss does not please you?”

“It pleases me,” I say quickly, stroking his chest with my hand. “But there are things you can do with mouths and kissing that are even more pleasing.”

The look on his face gets smoldering. “Like when you put your mouth on my cock, or when I lick your cunt?”

Oh, mercy, did it just get warm in here? I half-fan myself. “Like that, yeah. Except we do it to each other’s mouths.”

He looks intrigued. “Why?”

“Because…because.” I’ve never thought about why people kiss. We just do. I slide a hand up his chest and move it to the back of his neck, moving closer to him. “Because it feels good. Because it’s wet and slick and tongues feel amazing.” My words become husky, and I’m getting aroused just talking about things.

“Your tongue felt…amazing…on my cock.” His gaze drops to my mouth. “It is very smooth.”

“Yeah, I thought you’d like it if I tried that.” I can’t help but smile.

“Did you enjoy doing that to me?” His voice has dropped a husky note. “I could smell your arousal when you licked me….and I smell it now.” His hand moves to my thigh. “Do we skip the kissing then, Jo-see? I can lick your cunt until you scream. I enjoy doing so.” He runs his tongue over his lips in anticipation. “Very much.”

Oh, dear lord, such an offer. I’m tempted, but I want to seal the deal with my man, and the incident yesterday has made me crave becoming one with him. I want this. I want all of this. “We’ll get to that later. For now, let’s focus on mouths.” I tap on his lower lip, and then lightly rub it with the pad of my finger. “There’s a type of kiss that we call French kissing.”

“Fransh-kay-seeng?”

“Close enough.” I tease my finger against the seam of his lips. “It’s where I put my mouth on yours - or you put yours on me - and our tongues mate.”

Recognition dawns on his face. “I have seen this.”

“You have?”

He nods. “I never thought to try it. We always seemed too…far from that.” The look on his face gets hungry with need and his gaze moves to my mouth again. “I want to try it, Jo-see.”

“I want that, too.”

His hands go around my waist and he pulls me forward, and then my breasts are pressed against his chest, my legs straddling one of his thick thighs. Our mouths are inches apart…and then he pushes his lips to mine. Not a gentle press, but an awkward push of his face against mine.

I remain still, waiting for him to feel his way through things. It’s a little awkward, but I don’t want him to feel like he’s not doing it right. To encourage him, I part my mouth and when he doesn’t swoop in, I take the initiative and flick my tongue against his.

A groan escapes him and I feel his arms tighten around me. His tongue rubs up against mine and it’s full of ridges and strange creases…just like his cock. I moan as they drags along my tongue and set my nerve endings on fire.

“I like this,” he rasps between licks of his tongue against mine.

Oh boy, I do too. I’m not able to do much more than whimper along with each thrust as he experiments with kissing. He tries moving his tongue in different ways, slicking along mine and trailing along my teeth. When he’s satisfied he’s got the thrusting-tongue part down, he teases my lips with his. The deep, licking kisses turn to light, playful nibbles that make me ache just as much as the others.

He’s entirely too good at this for a beginner, and all I can do is cling to him and enjoy the ride. Over and over he kisses me, mouths melding, tongues teasing, until I’m a quivering lump of woman in his lap. His mouth on mine is doing crazy things to me, and it’s like I can feel my cootie vibrating through every inch of my body right down to my spleen.

Haeden nips at my lower lip, and he’s careful despite those big sharp teeth. They graze over my lip softly and I feel his tongue flick a moment before he lifts his head and gives me one of those laser-focused, intense looks. “Jo-see.”

“Hmm?” I’m floating in a sea of arousal and the man wants to make conversation?

“I want to frankiss other parts of you.” He garbles the two words into one and then nips at my lip again.

“O-oh?” I’ve never been propositioned quite so sweetly and yet so dirtily. “I thought you said I was fragile?”

He moves lower, nips at my chin, and then begins to trace my jaw with his tongue. “I will do the work. You can rest and I will kiss you.”

I giggle. Is this the sa-khui version of just lie back and enjoy it, baby? Doesn’t matter - I’m glad I’ve convinced him that it’s play time instead of Jo-see is fragile and needs bed rest. “I will do my best not to interfere, then,” I say playfully. And I set my hands on his shoulders with every intent of leaving them there and doing nothing to interfere.

He gives me a scorching look that makes my thighs quiver, and then puts a hand to the back of my neck and gently maneuvers us until we’re lying in the furs. I’m on my back underneath him and he’s looming over me, all blue-suede skin and muscle, his horns casting shadows in the firelight. He looks a bit like a demon from this angle, hard face cast in shadow except for his glowing blue eyes, and I shiver again because it shouldn’t be half so sexy as it is.

“You are shivering,” he points out, a look of concern on his face. “Shall I stoke the fire?”

“It’s sexy shivering.”

He snorts, not believing me. “No such thing.”

“Sure there is. I’m shivering because you’re so hot.”

In typical Haeden fashion, he misunderstands me. “I am too warm?” His body immediately lifts off of mine, his fists pressing in the furs on the sides of me. He looks frustrated and disappointed.

“No, no,” I tell him and grab at the long braid of hair that hangs over one shoulder and tug it forward. I love Haeden’s hair - he shaves the sides of his head short and braids the rest of it into one long braid that hangs down his back. All of the sa-khui have thick hair that they plait in different ways (some just to keep it out of the way) but I like Haeden’s the best. I wrap his braid around my hand and pull him toward me. “It is a human expression. We say something is ‘hot’ when it means we find it pleasurable or stimulating. Arousing. To me, you are hot. Perfect. Sexy. Wonderful.”

His eyes gleam and I realize it’s been forever since he’s had that dead look in his gaze. It’s been gone from the moment we resonated, and for some reason it makes me feel like crying with happiness. It’s like this resonance between our cooties is saving us both. I do get a little weepy and sniff.

The sexy look on his face dies, followed by worry. He cups my cheek. “Now, why do you cry, my Jo-see?”

“I’m just emotional,” I say, blubbering a little. I wipe at my eyes with his braid and try to give him a cheery look. “I’m happy.”

His scowl returns. “You were nearly eaten by a sky-claw yesterday. How does this make you happy?”

“You big ding-a-ling, you make me happy. Here. This moment. You and me. I just looked at your smile and realized that you’ve been sad for far too long. Me, too. I think I’ve been sad and lonely for a long time. And I’m not sad anymore.” I pat his chest, putting a hand over the plates covering his heart, where his khui thrums a song in time with mine. We resonate to each other so much that it feels normal now, like the constant low-pitched vibration is just a thing, like breathing. “This makes me happy. You and me together.”

Haeden nods slowly. His nostrils flare and the tense look crosses his face again before he slides an arm under me and tugs me against his body. I try to figure out what he’s doing but it’s clear a moment later when he lowers his body onto the furs that he’s holding me against him. He’s holding me tight. “I nearly lost you—“

“But you didn’t,” I say, stroking his braid to soothe him. “It’s okay.”

The growl that escapes his throat as he buries his face against my neck tells me that he doesn’t quite believe me. That’s all right. If he wants to hug it out for a few, we totally can. I’m in no hurry and I love cuddling with him. So I let him hold me close and my hands play over his arms, brushing over hard muscle and enjoying the soft velvety feel of his skin against mine. One of his horns presses against my cheek and rubs there, and it’s a little awkward and achingly sweet at the same time.