Sessah and his wonderful smile and easy manner. He just makes me…happy.
It's weird to think I can be happy again.
"Sam?"
His whisper interrupts my lazy, aroused thoughts. "Mm?"
"He said we did not smell like mates."
I run my hand up Sessah's chest, curious what he means by that. "How do mates smell?"
He groans, his big body stirring. I glance down at his loincloth and sure enough, it's tented and straining. "You do not smell like I have mated you. He does not believe we are mates because you do not smell like my seed." The words come out of him hesitating and slow, as if he doesn't want to admit them for fear of scaring me. "We need to fix that part of our story."
"Do we?" The thought makes my belly flutter with excitement. I reach down and cup his sac with my hand, my thumb dragging along the shaft. "Are you asking if you can come all over me?"
Sessah's breath hitches. "No-I-I meant—we fix our story. We change the part about how…we have been mates…maybe it is something new between us." He makes a strangled sound as I roll his balls gently in my grip. "I would never presume—"
"I know," I whisper. "But you also didn't ask me. What if I like the idea?"
The sound he makes is pained. He holds me tighter against him, his big body shifting as if he wants to rock against me, even now. "Do you want that? When we have not even mouth-mated? You want me to cover you in my seed?"
I suck in a breath, because I didn't realize he was so obsessed with kissing. I've forgotten that we haven't done it yet. It feels like we've done almost everything else. Hell, earlier today he tongued my pussy better than I could have ever imagined. "Can I have both?"
Sessah turns on his side, and he tilts me along with him. We roll over together until he's now pressing over me and I'm on the bottom. His gaze moves over my form, devouring me with a look, and it steals my breath away. "What if Ka-va-sot is watching above?" He gets a little stuck on the alien name. "What if he is watching us even now?"
"Then he'll know we're together," I tell him, skimming my fingers over his full mouth. "Let him watch."
Sessah groans against me again, burying his face against my neck. He nearly takes out my cheek with his horn, and I tilt my head away, avoiding their rough surface. I stroke his hair, wanting to touch him, to let him know that I'm into whatever he suggests. My khui is purring fiercely, and it's odd to realize that resonance is no longer my biggest problem, but the cat-guy upstairs. I should suggest to Sessah that he go ahead and take me, fulfill resonance, but I'm not sure I'm entirely ready to put on that much of a show for Kvasaht. A little dick tickle, sure. Some kissing? Sure.
Full-on porno? No way.
Sessah lifts his head, gazing at my mouth. "How do I mouth-mate you? How do I start?"
I shrug, letting my fingers dance over his jaw. "You just…start. Do what feels natural. I'll guide you."
He leans in, lining our faces up carefully. He's so much bigger than me that his cock is practically at my knee as he presses against me, but I like the size difference. He's big, but he makes me feel safe. I've never felt in danger with Sessah at my side. For once, a big, muscular man feels like a plus instead of something to be afraid of. He gazes down at me, studying my face as if trying to determine the best approach.
I decide to help him with that. I grab the tip of one of his curling horns and guide him forward, closing the distance between us. Brushing my mouth over his, I keep the kiss to a light, flirty caress. His eyes flutter as I nip gently at his mouth, pressing small kisses on his soft lips over and over again. Sessah is hesitant at first, but he starts to respond, following my lead, and gives me small kisses all over my lips in return. When he pauses, I lean in and kiss him again, this time using the tip of my tongue to make the kiss more enticing.
Sessah sucks in a stuttering breath, and then his tongue flicks against mine. This time when I kiss him, our tongues meet. The kiss deepens, and then I'm clinging to him as our mouths meld and we taste each other. For someone that's never kissed before, he's not clumsy in the slightest. He's careful with me, his tongue dipping and teasing against mine in light, soft strokes that make me restless and hungry with need. I cup his face, loving the way his mouth feels against mine. He grows more confident as we continue to kiss, his tongue surging into my mouth with a bold stroke that makes my khui sing louder than before.