I’m not content at stopping at his ear, though. I kiss down his neck, loving how warm his skin is. I move down his shoulder and press a hand there, a silent request for him to roll onto his back. He doesn’t hesitate, and then that big, beautiful body is spread out for me to touch and lick at my leisure. Sigh. I press kisses down his chest, briefly pausing at his nipples before remembering that they’re not sensitive. I continue to his belly button and lick it, and then start to descend lower.
He grabs my arm, his eyes wide. There’s a startled look on his face and he tugs me back closer to him to whisper in my ear. “What is it you do, Tee-fah-nee?”
“Oral?”
He tilts his head. “I do not understand this word.”
“This,” I say, tapping my lip. “Goes down here.” And I reach down and brush my fingers over his cock.
I hear him suck in a breath. “Why would you do that?”
“Why wouldn’t I? Don’t men do that for their mates here?” If not, then get me off this planet ASAP.
“That is different. A male must please his woman.”
Er, okay. “What if I want to please my man?”
His eyes take on that intense look again. His thumb traces my lower lip. “Am I yours then?”
Oh boy. I’m not ready to answer that. “At the moment, you are.”
Salukh’s gaze narrows imperceptibly and he nods.
The moment’s ruined, though. Now I feel like if I put my mouth on him, he’ll think we’re married. Or he’ll try to go down on me. And while I’d normally say yes please, this was just supposed to be light, fun petting. Nothing more. All of that would take things to another level and I’m not sure I’m ready for that level.
I lean in and kiss him again, and fall in love with his wonderful mouth all over again. It is such a pleasure to kiss him. My horrible memories are gone, and all that’s in the moment is Salukh’s scorchingly hot mouth against mine, his tongue slicking against my own. I slide back into the moment and change my game plan.
Maybe we’re not ready for oral yet, but it doesn’t mean that the night has to end like this.
My hand goes back to his cock and I stroke him through his leggings again. He feels extremely hard, his girth impossibly thick. It makes me feel achy deep inside just to imagine that big length pushing into me. A small sigh escapes me and I rub him through the leather. “I like this.”
“Do you?” His voice is so low it’s practically a growl, and it makes my nipples tighten to hear it.
I nod and lean in to kiss him again, my lips playing against his. “I’m going to take it out and play with it.”
He sucks in a breath and I feel a tremor pass through his body. Salukh likes that thought more than he’s trying to let on. My fingers find the laces that hold the waistband of his leggings up and I pull the knot until it comes loose. There’s a flap of decorative fabric over the groin and I push that aside, and then his cock is free.
His skin is scorching hot now that he’s free from the leggings, and his body has gone entirely still as my hand explores his length. There’s pre-cum all over the tip of his cock and I wet the pads of my fingers on the silky liquid, moving it along the crown.
Salukh closes his eyes, the bright glow going temporarily dim. Interesting. Now it just feels like me and his cock here, having playtime. I stifle my chuckle of amusement and slide my fingers down his length. I rub along the ridges, admiring the textures and imagining how that would feel inside a girl. I move down to his balls, caressing them. It feels strange to feel a sac so hairless and so large at the same time, but it’s just another reminder that I’m not in Kansas anymore. His spur is another reminder that Things Are Different, and I spend a little time exploring that aspect of his anatomy with my fingers, too. It’s hard and almost bonelike, but I don’t see the point of one. Then again, I don’t see the point of a lot of anatomy.
When I’ve teased his skin and explored all of him by touch, I move back to his length and curl my fingers around the root of his cock. He’s so big and thick I can’t even touch my fingertips on the other side when I encircle him. I’ve never had sex with someone that big, and while part of me thinks it might not be fun, I haven’t heard a single complaint from any of the other mated women. That tells me that there’s nothing to be afraid of, size-wise. I grip him tight and lean in to kiss him again.
This time when my lips brush against his, he groans into my mouth and his cock jerks against my hand. It’s a sign that he’s not as impassive as he’s trying to pretend, and I love it. With my hand tight around him, I stroke his cock, and I stroke it hard.