Sam's Secret (Icehome)

I know my path forward now. Sam needs me to be her friend, to show her that I am not going anywhere. That I can be trusted to put her needs and wants first. When she is ready and she is comfortable, she will come to me. Until then, I must simply wait and stroke my cock to edge, as she says.

On the day after our sah-sah binge, I stroke myself three times in the morning before I can concentrate, and again that evening. I make sure to do so away from Sam, and pretend as if nothing is wrong. I can smell her cunt, however. I can smell her arousal and know that she has been doing the same—edging in private—and it eats away at my mind.

We are friends, though. We laugh and swim and pick fruit and wash out the sah-sah containers. We set out portions of fruit and leaves so we can make new brew for those that come to the cave after us. We work together and talk, and it is pleasant. Fun. I enjoy hearing her talk, and she always makes me smile. We sleep by the pool, our furs side by side, and I am content that she trusts me enough to not clutch all of her weapons to her at night.

The next morning, when I wake up, it is to the sound of Sam's ragged breaths as she quietly touches herself. It is clear that she does not want me to hear, to wake up and watch, so I keep my eyes closed and my hand off my cock, even though I desperately want to stroke my shaft to the soft noises she makes. I ache in silence until she is done, the scent of her arousal hanging in the air. The moment she is gone, I quickly palm my cock and stroke until I climax, so brutally it feels as if my khui is rattling my teeth.

I do not know how we can continue like this…yet we must. Because I will do anything to have Sam. I must simply take it one day at a time, one breath at a time.

We are at the fruit cave for three days when the heat—and unfulfilled resonance—starts to get to me. My skin feels as if it itches, and the constant steam coming off the walls of the cave is uncomfortable. I long for the cool breeze and the snow, so I dress in my leathers and throw a cloak over my shoulders. "I am going hunting," I tell Sam, who lounges by the pool. "I will be back before dark."

"You're leaving?" she asks, sitting up. "Can I come with you?"

I am surprised at her request. "You want to hunt?"

"I wouldn't mind getting out." She gets to her feet, the color high in her cheeks. "I'm kind of restless too, you know?"

Oh, I know. I know very well. But she is smiling up at me, and I remind myself that we are friends first and foremost. I am grateful that Sam wants to spend the day with me, even if it means I cannot edge while she is at my side. "I do not yet know what I am hunting for," I warn.

"A distraction?"

I laugh at that. She is not wrong. A distraction is sorely needed. "That, and a cool breeze."

Sam nods. "It's weird, but I'm not enjoying the heat of the cave as much as I thought I would. The last time we were here, I couldn't get enough of it, but this time…" She trails off and bites her lip. "That's stupid, right? Of course it's different this time. We're resonating this time."

"Cold snow will probably feel good inside a loincloth," I admit, and she giggles. My affection for her surges, but I fight it back. We are friends and she must come to me. I cannot push her or I will lose her entirely. I check weapons and pack food to eat as she dresses for the cold, and then we climb up to the entrance of the cave. It takes everything I have not to help her when her hands slip on the vines, but until I am Sam's mate, she is not mine to touch.

The moment we exit the cave, the cold air feels like relief. My aching cock—already hard and throbbing in time with my khui—shrivels slightly in the chill, and I am grateful. Any relief is welcome. I close my eyes as the snow drifts through the air and take deep, pleased breaths.

"Brr!" Sam says, tucking her furs around her. "We picked a chilly day to go hunting."

"Did you want to go back?" I ask, glancing over at the cliff wall, where the path back into the cave is hidden amongst the rocks.

"No. It's good to get out." She smiles at me and takes one of the spears from my hand. "Shall we see what we can find?"