He does, and I watch more pre-cum bead on the crown. It’s dripping with his juices now, and I feel the overwhelming urge to lean over and lick it up. I bet he’d taste like he smells – musky and delicious – but I don’t move a muscle. I’m not brave enough yet. Instead, I just clasp my hands and stick them between my thighs. I’m feeling twitchy all over, and the cave definitely feels hotter than before. Maybe it’s me that’s overheating.
Salukh pauses in his motions, and gives me another intense look. He’s waiting for more direction. I’m not sure what else guys do when they jerk off. They just stroke their cocks, right? I know men aren’t like women and they don’t need as much stimulus, but it seems a shame to have all this glorious masculinity in front of me and just have him quickly jerk one out. So I scan his big body, and think about what I’d touch, what I’m longing to run my hands over. His soft, suede-like skin is appealing to me. “Can you…can you slide one of your hands down your chest?”
His brows draw together, but he nods and moves a hand quickly down his front.
“Slowly,” I tell him, and I’m surprised at how breathless I sound. I shift on my knees, my thighs clamping tight together again. “Like I was touching you.”
His eyes flare with such intense longing that it takes my breath away.
Not yet. But hopefully soon.
He puts a hand to his breastbone and then slowly trails his fingers down his chest, gliding over hard pectorals and down the rippling six-pack that seems to go on for ever and ever, his belly flat and gorgeous.
“Your nipples,” I tell him, and I feel my own harden in response.
Salukh hesitates a moment and then grazes his fingers over his nipple without a lot of interest.
“Not doing it for you?” I ask, smiling. He just seems so oddly confused by the touch.
“I do not have much feeling here,” he tells me. “The skin is hard, like my knees.”
Oh. It is? My fingers itch to touch and find out for myself, but not today. Today there’s an unspoken boundary between us. “Then how about your spur?”
This makes his eyes flare again. He slowly glides his hand down his stomach the way I like, and as I watch, he caresses and encircles the small, horn-like protuberance. I remember Georgie telling me it was like a thumb and hit all the right spots on a human girl. It seems like it’s interesting for Salukh, too. The way he circles the base of it tells me he’s touched this spot before.
“Keep touching it,” I tell him. “And use your other hand to work your cock.”
He inhales sharply and does as I ask. Instead of slow, languid movements, though, his hand grips his cock hard and he gives it a rough stroke. His fingers drag hard over the ridges, and I watch as his other hand teases his spur. He’s really into it now, and I lick my lips watching him.
I’m definitely feeling things. Not fear, either. I’m feeling…horny. For the first time in a long time. And it feels really good.
“I think of you,” he growls, and my startled gaze goes from his cock back to his face. He’s watching me with that focused gaze, his blue eyes hypnotizing in their fierceness. “When I touch myself, I think of you. No others. Just you.”
I suck in a breath. “You do?”
He nods slowly, and I watch as his jaw clenches. His head falls back against the rock wall of the cave and he strokes his cock even harder. “I think of your soft skin and your small human body under mine. I think of claiming you as mine and sinking so deep inside you that your cunt clasps around me like a fist.”
Oh God, the urge to stick my hand down the front of my leggings and touch myself is getting stronger by the moment. “Because I’m the only one available?”
“Because you are Tee-fah-nee,” he says, voice thick around the syllables of my name. Heat flutters through me and I watch as he does that tawdry little wrist flick as he strokes over the head of his cock again. “I like your smile, and your skin, and your hair, and the way you smell. I like the look of your ass when you walk away. I like to imagine what your cunt will look like stretched around my cock.”
A little gasp escapes me. His words are filthy, but…I love it. My nipples feel impossibly hard, begging to be touched. My own breathing has quickened, and as I look over at Salukh working his cock, I see he’s breathing hard, too.
“Are you going to come soon?” I ask, and my fascinated gaze moves back down to his cock. He’s working it furiously with his hand now, his other teasing and circling against his spur.
“Do you want me to?” he asks, voice thick.
I nod. “I want to see it,” I whisper. I want to watch him as he comes and see what he looks like. I want to see his face, because I know he’ll be thinking of me as he comes, and for some reason, I find that intensely appealing.