Sam's Secret (Icehome)

I hold her tightly to me, one hand on her bottom as she tongues at my neck. Her feet dangle in the air and I wonder if I should set her down, but I love the feel of her mouth on my skin too much to interrupt. I have waited long for this moment.

Rokan was right. His knowing said I would find my happiness on the beach, and it was right. It is always right.

She wriggles in my arms, her feet flailing. "Put me down so we can do this properly?"

I drop onto my backside, rolling us both to the ground. We collapse onto the furs, my back smacking against the bedding, and Sam lets out a squeal of laughter, tumbling forward. Her thigh pushes against my face and her hips are practically on my forehead, her cunt grazing one of my horns. I open my mouth to tease her when I notice Sam has gone very still.

She moans and then rocks her hips against my horn again.

"Sam?" I ask, my voice low. "Did you hurt yourself?"

"No," she pants. "Your horn…it rubbed me when I fell…" She moans again, and her hips jerk against my horn once more. "Oh, fuck, Sessah."

"Use me," I tell her, fascinated by her need. Sam is always so in control, save for those few moments when she lets her vulnerability show. I love the sight of this, love that she rocks her cunt against my horn, pressing it through her slick folds and working herself against it. Her thigh is spread across my brow, her hands braced on the floor in front of her. I put my hands to her bottom and when she rubs herself against my horn again, I help her.

Sam's breath shudders as she works her cunt against my horn. I wish I could see it, but I can feel it, can feel her press her body against the hard, unyielding curl of my thick horn. I can feel her body quivering as she moves. I can hear the slick sound her folds make as she works herself on me. My cock is hard and aching, and this is a part of me I never thought could be used for mating…but I am learning a great deal about mating that I did not know before, and I like all of it.

"Need more," she whimpers, even as she grinds her cunt against my horn. "Talk to me, Sessah. Make me come."

I have a better idea. Her juices are perfuming the air around us, and she is wetting my scalp with her need. I want that need in my mouth, not on my horn. So I lift her by her bottom and place her over my mouth instead, tonguing her.

Sam's sharp cry makes my cock jolt in response. "Oh god, your tongue is so good."

I groan, giving her more of it. I lick her as hard as I can, dragging the ridges of my tongue over her sweetness, from the entrance of her body to her clit, and then I do it again. She rocks against me, wetting my face with her need, and I want to seat my tongue deep inside her—want my cock deep inside her, too—but I know she needs for her clit to be worked if she is going to come. It is the most sensitive part of her cunt, and I want her to come apart. So I focus my attentions there, lapping and teasing the tiny bud as she squirms over my face and calls my name. Her reactions remind me of mine when she licked my cock and took the head into her mouth. It felt incredible, and I want to do the same for her. I wonder, briefly, if pressure would feel good on her like it did me, and I take her clit and suck.

Sam cries out, her legs quivering as her release bathes my face with her juices. She shudders atop me as her climax moves through her, and I keep sucking, pleased at how hard she has come. I love the little jolts that move through her legs, echoing every flick of my tongue. I love the way she rides my face, moaning my name, and the scent of her is filling my senses. My cock aches so fiercely that it is painful, but somehow, having my mouth buried between Sam's legs makes it bearable. My khui is thrumming almost as painfully as my cock, as if it knows its wishes will be fulfilled soon and it is impatient.

But Sam's needs come first.

I continue to lick and suck at her clit until she pushes away from me. She collapses on her back on the furs next to me, dazed. Her khui is singing to mine, and so I cannot resist reaching for her. I kiss her skin, pushing her tunic up and pressing my mouth to her belly, her mound, her hip. "My mate," I murmur between kisses. "My Sam."