Sam's Secret (Icehome)

"You need more," he murmurs against my skin, as if reading my mind. "I could not help myself, Sam. Those licks were for me." He gives me another flicking one, as if unable to stop tasting me. "The next ones will be for you." With that announcement, he pushes my folds apart and gives me a slow, deep lick, from the entrance of my body all the way up to my clit.

This time, I'm squirming with arousal. I make another one of those pathetic whimpers, arching when he licks me again, as if my body can somehow follow the drag of his tongue. The ridges feel…bumpy. Bumpy and textured and intense and I'm having a hard time concentrating on anything other than where his mouth is heading next.

The tip of his tongue presses against the entrance to my core and I suck in a breath, inadvertently rocking against his mouth. My body wants that—so badly. Only it doesn't just want his tongue, it wants his cock. "More," I manage. "Need more, Sessah. Please."

"You want me to mate you with my tongue?" he asks, his voice deep and delicious and all over my pussy.

I quiver, needy and aching. "Yes, yes yes, please yes."

He thrusts his big, thick tongue deep inside me and I make a surprised squawk. His tongue drags over my entrance and then dips inside again, and I rock against it once more. He tongues me again and I press up against his mouth as he groans. The angle isn't perfect, so he pushes my thighs forward, pressing them toward my shoulders and pushing my ass into the air. "So good," he pants, lapping at my pussy. "So wet and good."

I jerk as his tongue delves deep, arching my hips again. His arm locks around my waist as if he's trying to hold me steady, and he hauls me against him. Somehow, my back is on his thighs, his cock is leaving wet circles on my back, and my pussy is in his face as he licks and licks and licks me, sending quivers through my body.

"Please," I cry out again. "Oh please, I'm so close."

He thrusts into me with his tongue again, hitching my writhing body against his chest. As he does, his other hand slicks through my folds, looking for something. When he finds my clit, my legs jerk like a puppet, and I cry out, clenching tight. Sessah makes a rumbling noise of excitement, and then his thumb is on my clit all over again, rubbing and teasing. It's too much—I quiver again, my body locking up and clenching all over with a hard orgasm, sending shockwaves of pleasure cascading through me. Muscles tighten and Sessah murmurs something as he continues to lap at my pussy and tease my clit all at once, and I can't hear anything over the roaring on my ears. My khui is humming, the blood is rushing in my veins, and Sessah keeps tonguing me as if I'm his favorite lollipop. It sends wave after wave of climax through my body, until I'm crying out in whiny little sounds with every thrust of his tongue.

"No more," I finally gasp. "No more, please."

Sessah rumbles—or maybe it's just his khui—and he gently sets me back down on his cloak. He had me practically upside down, my ass was so high in the air, and the blood rushes back to my limbs. With a deep breath, I collapse on his cloak and tremble, overwhelmed. His big hand strokes my belly, caressing me, and I lace my fingers with his. I feel the intense need to hold onto him, and when he lies down next to me and wraps me in his arms, I close my eyes and bask in how protected I feel. He seems to know just what I require even before I do, and as he cradles me against his big chest and presses his mouth against my neck, I slowly come down, relaxing.

I'm starting to think resonance with Sessah might be…all right. That it might not be the destroyer I was terrified it would be. That maybe we can be happy after all. I reach up to caress his face, my khui's humming dimmed slightly. His is loud and insistent, his cock burning against my thigh, but I'll help him with that in a minute. "Thank you."

"It was my pleasure, Sam," he murmurs in my ear. Saaaaaahm. It makes my toes curl.

I smile to myself, and when his tail flicks over my hip, I reach out and grab it. He groans against my neck, and I find that fascinating. I'm going to have to remember the tail thing for later, because it seems to be sensitive. I snuggle down against him, my back to his chest…

And freeze.

The cat-man's eyes are open and he's watching us.