Sam's Secret (Icehome)

He groans as if in pain, his fingers clenching lightly against my hair. "I...like," he manages. "Too much. But I like."

"Should I stop?" I lift my head just enough to let my breath tickle along the underside of his shaft. He's got a thick vein here that twists in and out of some of the ridges along his cock and it looks like it's just begging to be licked. My mouth waters, but I don't want to do something he doesn't like.

His fingers twine in my hair, his grip surprisingly gentle. "Never stop."

I make a little sound of pleasure in my throat and lean in and taste that tantalizing vein. I suck on it gently, then tease it with my tongue, moving slowly up his shaft. "I like touching you," I admit to him. "I like making you come. Have you ever…played around with anyone else? Let them touch you? Work your cock with their hands?"

Sessah groans again, his hips rising as I slowly lick up the underside of his shaft, as if he wants to follow my tongue. His big hand flexes in my hair, but he's careful not to push. "T-Tia mouth-mated with me once. She said I did it wrong, and I never tried again."

I sit up, suddenly furious. "The fuck did she say?"

He pants, confused that I've stopped. "W-what?"

"What did Tia tell you?" The urge to wring her pretty teenage neck rises.

"She said I did it wrong, and I'rec was better." He gives me a mystified look. "This was many seasons ago. Why are you stopping?"

I force myself to relax. Tia was barely seventeen when we got here, and flirted with all the men. I remember Sessah following her like a puppy back then, and she'd practiced her teenage wiles on him before being shipped off to Croatoan. I shouldn't be upset at her. When I was a teenager, I said a lot of shitty stuff to boys, thinking I was cute and flirty. But this is different, because this is my Sessah, and he was so hesitant and reluctant to kiss, and yet so desperate to please me. "I'm not stopping. I'm just letting you know that you kiss amazing. Kissing you made me really wet." I take his big hand off my head and guide it between my thighs. "You can feel how wet you made me, just from your mouth. You absolutely, positively did nothing wrong."

"It is because we are resonance mates," he tells me, as if that explains everything. "We are right for each other." His fingers slick through my folds, teasing my wetness, and his thumb brushes against my clit. "You are my perfect mate."

I shiver, rocking against his hand. I suddenly feel very possessive of this big, innocent bear of a male. "You're mine, too." I lean over him, letting my hair fall over my shoulder as I give his cock another teasing lick. "My big, perfect hunter."

The breath huffs out of him when I lap at his cock. I squeeze the base, working the shaft slowly. I brush a finger over his spur, but it doesn't seem to be as sensitive as the rest of him, so I focus my attention on the head and his balls. I gather saliva in my mouth as I press a few quick kisses to the head of him, and then when my tongue is good and wet, I slurp the head of him into my mouth.

"Ah!" His breath stutters.

I love the sounds he makes, as if my mouth is making him forget how to breathe. I take him deeper, tickling with my tongue as I suck on the head of him. I tease him, twisting my hands up and down the thick shaft even as I use my tongue and mouth on the head. He's a tight fit, so I can't get much of him into my mouth, which makes me even wetter. I squirm against the hand between my thighs, because he's forgetting to use it and I'm utterly aching and needy.

"My heart," he pants as I work his cock. "You have my heart. I have not felt like this about anyone. Not Tia, not ever."

I'm a terrible person, because it thrills me to hear him say that.

I rock down on his hand, hoping that he'll start working my clit again, even as I increase the suction on the head of his cock. I've only got maybe a third of his big cock in my mouth, but Sessah doesn't seem to mind. I squeeze the base and drag my fist, while my other hand lightly teases at his sac. I can tell when he's close, because his movements get increasingly jerky, and the hand slips out from between my legs to grip my thigh tightly. Reluctantly, I pull him free from my mouth, rubbing the head of him on my face. "Are you going to come all over me now?" I whisper. "Cover me with your scent so there's no question in anyone's eyes who I belong to? That when they get a whiff of me, they don't smell Sam, but Sessah, instead? That they know that you're taking your mate good and hard every time you get to your furs—"