Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 68478 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 342(@200wpm)___ 274(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68478 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 342(@200wpm)___ 274(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
“I wanted to visit,” I say. I am breathless with excitement at how close we are. I can taste his scent on the air, and it is making me aroused. My khui just sings and sings, pleased I have found my mate.
Mardok pats my arm, and then he hesitates. His hand moves up to my shoulder, and then his breath hisses out of his lungs. “Are you…naked?”
“It is hot in here,” I tell him. “Too hot to sleep. Is naked a problem? My people are naked whenever they please.” I put my hands on his shoulders. Still clothed. Hmm. If we are going to mate, he is going to need to take some layers off.
“Naked is only a problem if it’s been three years,” he mutters.
“It is just skin.”
“Farli, I shouldn’t be here.” He very gently tries to pry me off of him. “I’m flattered—hell, I’m attracted to you like crazy, too, but we can’t do this.”
I ignore his words, focusing on what I like. “You are attracted to me, too?” It makes me wiggle with pleasure.
He groans, and his hands go to my shoulders, as if trying to hold me still. “Stop moving like that. You’re going to kill me.”
I brush his hands off and lean in, letting my fingers trace his features in the dark. He’s not pushing me away, so I grow bolder. “You like me?” I repeat again. I need to hear him say the words. “You do not think I am too young?”
“I think you’re just too keffing innocent, that’s all. I don’t want to be the one that spoils that.”
“You spoil nothing,” I tell him, and let my fingers wander over his lips. They are surprisingly soft for all of the frowns he tends to do over a day. “Let me be in control of my innocence.”
I can feel him smile under my fingertips. I want to put my mouth there again, to do the mouth-matings and see how he reacts now that we know each other. Will he touch me back this time? I hope so. I slide forward, moving up his chest just a little, and lean forward until my nose bumps against his.
“Farli,” he murmurs. I do not know if it is a protest or encouragement. I will take it as encouragement.
My khui is singing wildly as I bend my head and brush my lips over his. He is motionless underneath me, and so I increase the kiss, letting my lips move over his. I have seen how the others mouth-mate and know that tongues are involved, so I let mine play along the seam of his mouth. He parts his lips, and I take the opportunity to flick my tongue against his.
It feels as if a fire has sparked in my body. Need surges through me, and every nerve ending responds to the feel of his body under mine, his mouth against mine. He hesitates, only for a moment, and then his hands are in my mane and he’s holding me against him as our mouths slant together, our tongues locked in a dance. His tail flicks under the blankets, and a moment later, I feel it wrap around mine. My body is humming with need, and my teats feel tight and achy, and there is a hot pulse between my thighs that will not go away. Over and over, his tongue flicks against mine, until we are both breathless and panting.
“Well,” he says between breaths. “I’m pretty sure we just broke a hygiene law on at least three different planets.”
I giggle. I have no idea what he just said, but I like the wonder in his voice. “It was a good mouth-mating, yes? I liked it. We should do it more.”
He groans. “Have mercy. I won’t be able to control myself if you do that again. Give me a moment to compose myself.” His hands stroke my mane again and then slide down my sides. “Gods, you are really, really naked.”
I wiggle on top of him, because I am pleased with how this is going. I loved kissing him. It was so fun, and it has made me so aroused. I want to do it more. “I really, really am.” I lean down and lick the tip of his nose, just because I want to lick him everywhere.
“Where did you learn to do that with your mouth?”
“Humans taught me. It is common on their planet. Is it not on yours?”
“No. Kef, I think I’ve only seen stuff like that in vids. Most mesakkah women aren’t quite so…open. They’re worried about disease. Mouths are so unclean.”
“Pfft. Do you think my mouth is unclean?” I press another kiss to his lips.
“I think your mouth is amazing,” he murmurs. His hand slides along my flank and then lightly caresses my buttock. “I’ve never met anyone like you, Farli.”