Barbarian's Prize(61)

His hands skim over my body and then slide down to cup my ass. He groans against my mouth as his fingers move over the cleft of my bottom. “I will never get used to the fact that you have no tail.”

“Don’t like it?” I ask, burying my fingers in his thick, gorgeous hair. It’s a little coarse but smooth and thick and lovely. Makes me think about what our children would look like – his strands and my curls? That would be the most magnificent head of hair ever.

“I find it…fascinating.” His fingers play against my bottom, as if he’s trying to figure out where the tail would have gone. It’s an arousing feeling, and I wiggle against his touch.

“There’s lots of me that’s fascinating,” I tease him. I flick my tongue against his lower lip and then catch it between my teeth. I love his sexy little groan of response, too.

“Then I shall explore all of it,” he murmurs, and his fingers trail lightly up my spine. “I will find all of your soft spots and touch them. I will learn all of you with my fingers, and then with my tongue.”

A ripple of pleasure moves through me at his words. Damn. That sounds like an amazing promise. “You’re on.”

He shifts, looking around curiously. “What am I on?”

I giggle. I’m loading him up with all the earth-slang when I get horny, apparently. I grab him by the horns and pull his face back toward mine for another scorching kiss.

He falls backward, his lips still locked to mine, and then we’re on the floor, me straddling his body as we continue to kiss. His hands move to my breasts and he cups them, teasing and rolling the nipples with his fingers. I gasp and rock my hips against his belly.

“Sit up,” he tells me. “I would see all of you.”

I do, rocking my pussy against his belly. I can feel his cock brushing against my butt, and it makes me rock my hips in a little circular motion just so I can rub up against him. His hands immediately return to my breasts and he plucks at my nipples, teasing them as I put my hands down on his chest and continue to rock against him. He’s got ridges down his abdomen where a happy trail should be, and they feel…oddly amazing against my sensitive pussy.

“You are so beautiful,” he breathes, and the intense look in his eyes makes me feel like I’m a goddess. I’m this man’s goddess, and that’s all I need.

I grind and rock my way a little further down on his abs and his cock bumps up against my bottom. “You like it when your mate rides you?”

His eyes gleam and he pulls me back down against him. “I want to taste you.”

“Then taste me.” I lean in for a kiss.

He nuzzles my nose again. “No, I want to taste you like you did to me last night.”

Oh. He wants to go down on me. I moan at the thought of his wonderful mouth on me. “If you want to.”

“I want to more than anything.”

I scratch my nails on his chest. “Should I lie back? Or should I sit on your face?”

Salukh groans deeply and he buries his face against my neck, horn brushing against my cheek. “You…you would do that?”

“If you wanted me to. Some men don’t like it because—“

He puts his hand to my mouth, silencing me. “There is no one else before now. Nothing else matters.”

I can’t stop smiling. “Then yes, I would do that.”

He kisses me again, all over my neck and then my face, his hands going to my hair. I’m dazzled by his caresses – for a man that’s a virgin, he’s damn good at foreplay and at distracting me. I could do nothing but kiss and cuddle all day long. But at the same time, I’m hungry for more.

I’m also a little nervous as he lies back on the floor again, his expression hungry. I’ve had sex – both willingly and unwillingly. I’ve done a lot in the sack, but I’ve honestly never done what I suggested. I’m a face-sitting virgin. And this is Salukh’s first time to go down on a girl. What if it’s too much? What if he hates it and then I’ve ruined oral for like, forever? I bite my lip, thinking. Maybe we should start slower, ease into the kinkier stuff—

“You think too much, my mate,” he murmurs, reaching out to caress one of my breasts as I straddle his stomach, my head full of worries.

“I just…if you don’t like it, we’ll try something else, okay?”

“Not like it?” He looks at me as if I’m crazy. When he sees the worry in my face though, he nods. “If I am not happy, I will let you know.”

“Okay.” I take a steeling breath, and then lean forward, lifting my hips. The movement presses my breasts almost into his face, but I’m not exactly sure how to, well, how to mount. “How do we want to do this?”