His breath hitches when I touch him, and I can feel just how still Sessah's trying to keep himself as I learn his body. His gaze is on me the entire time, and when I dare to meet his eyes, there's a look of such hungry intensity in his gaze that it stirs a heated response in me.
"Sam," he manages, his breath stuttering again when my fingers glide down to cup his sac. "You…your hands…"
"Should I stop? Is it too much?"
It takes him a moment to answer me. He's too busy making choked noises and pressing against my grip. "Do…do not stop. Feels too good…"
"Okay," I say softly. I stroke my hand back up his length, letting my thumb tease underneath the head of his shaft. "For the record, it's fine if you come all over my hands. I want to make you feel good, and nothing you do is going to embarrass me or make me feel weird. Just let me know if you want me to stop and I will."
Sessah groans. His cock jerks against my hand, and his fingers cover mine, pausing me before I can start working his shaft. "You…you want me to come on you?"
There's such shock and wonder in his voice in that moment that I decide yes, I absolutely do. I've been thinking only of myself and how miserable and confused this resonance has made me, and Sessah has been supportive and perfect the entire time. He hasn't asked for anything from me except to be my friend, and it's that stoic, calm acceptance of me needing time that's made me trust him. I want to make him feel good. I want him to know that I like him. I want him to know that even if he comes after two pumps, it's perfectly all right, because we're in this together.
We're friends.
Friends.
"You can come wherever you like," I tell him in a low, hushed voice. I slowly encircle his cock with my fingers and give a little tug. "Do you want me to undress, too? So you can look at me while I touch you?"
"Can I touch you back?"
His request startles me. My mouth goes dry and I look up at him, our eyes locked. "N-not just yet. I'm not ready—"
"It is all right," Sessah says, and his voice is so gentle. "You are not disappointing me, Sam. We are just discussing how we wish things to go. There is no wrong answer."
Right. Boundaries. We're just discussing boundaries. "I just feel safer if…"
"If you touch me and I do not touch back." He nods, his eyes full of understanding. "I can wait. It is fine." He gives me a tight smile and gestures at his cock. "As if I would turn this down. This is a gift, my female with her hands on my cock."
I go still. "Not yours," I breathe. "You can't own—"
"Not like that," Sessah says quickly. He brushes the hair back from my face again, his hands hovering over my cheek before he caresses one gently. "You are mine and I am yours."
Of course. I blow out a breath. I'm just panicking and looking for excuses to run away, while he's being so damn patient. And really…I want to touch him. I'm the one that suggested it. There's no need to freak out. Even if I jerked him to the point of completion and walked away, he wouldn't get upset. He'd want to know how to please me better for next time. There's a heady realization in that even though he's larger than me, I control everything about our relationship.
I'm safe with him.
It lets me stretch my wings a little. "This is mine?" I whisper, curving my fingers around his cock.
Sessah groans, his hips jerking in response, as if he's trying to fuck my hand. "Yes."
"And this?" I cup his sac, rolling his balls back and forth. He's definitely got the largest package I've encountered, but there's something so damn appealing about caressing him. His body is hairless except for the tuft on the end of his tail and the mane on his head, and yet somehow, he feels far more pettable than anyone I've ever been with. Maybe it's that velvety texture to his skin.
He's certainly got the best body out of anyone I've ever been with. I stroke his thigh with my free hand, and I look puny against it. Sessah's all hard muscle. Some of the alien men don't bulge with defined muscles but are in great shape. Raahosh is tall and lean, but his shoulders are wide and there's not a bit of fat on him. Sessah's more solid, like his brother Aehako. He's rippled with muscle and his arms (and legs) are so thick they're like tree trunks.
It makes my mouth water, and my khui is so loud in my ears that it seems the entire cave is full of buzzing.