I definitely don't feel like leverage right now. I feel…seen. Special. Sexy.
He presses his face against my hand, and the soft, downy hair of his jaw rubs against my skin. I expected the fluff along his chin to feel prickly like most beards, but it's soft, softer than the hair on his head. I touch his forearm, comparing the thick hair there, and it's similar. How odd but endearing. I like it, I decide.
Juth closes his eyes, rubbing his face against my hand. "I do not know how to please a female, Steff. I have no experience with these things. I want to learn, though. I like your smell when you are aroused. I like your softness. I like your teats and the way your eyes shine when I touch them." He licks the sensitive skin at the center of my palm, and fresh desire rushes through me. "I…Outcast clan is not allowed to take mates unless resonance chooses for us."
Ah. So even before, when he had a clan, he was not allowed to touch or experience pleasure. The thought makes me sad. I want to touch him all over, to make him feel good. It's feeding that part of me that likes to be the hero, I think, but I don't even care. I brush my thumb over his lips, and when he parts them and nips at my fingertip, it sends a bolt of pure lust through my body that decides me.
It's just sex. I'm an adult, unresonated and without a partner. I'm allowed to have sex. I'm allowed to touch who I want, pleasure who I want. Right now, there's nothing more that I'd like than to pleasure Juth and to give him affection. So I move a little closer, focused on his mouth, and whisper, "I want to kiss you."
His movements follow mine, his eyes soft, and he skims his fingers over my cheeks. "I do not know your words."
Right. Of course. I lean forward and press my lips against his, figuring that demonstration works as well as anything else. Juth goes still against me and I can practically sense the wheels turning in his mind. He's trying to figure out if he likes this or not. His mouth remains firm underneath mine, so I kiss and nibble at his lips, trying to get him to loosen up. I take his lower lip in mine and tug on it with my teeth, then lick the small bite away, and I feel him shudder against me. That, he likes, at least.
Juth's big, warm hand steals back to my breast and he continues to tease it, toying with the nipple as I kiss him. I moan against his mouth and he stiffens, lifting his head to look over at Pak. Shit. Right. I've got a kid sleeping at my back. How do parents do this sort of thing? I put a finger to my lips, indicating I'll be quieter, and Juth tugs me back toward him, his hand moving over my breasts again. He really is fascinated by them, and I like that. It makes me feel even more alluring, even though I'm not exactly at my sexiest right now. I brush my lips over his again, and when his part ever-so-slightly, I graze my tongue against his mouth. I can feel his breath stutter, and I do it again, until he relaxes and then we can kiss fully. I tease him with small, toying licks of my tongue against his, and I can feel the heat of him burning against my belly. God, his cock is enormous and I can't wait to put my hands all over it. I slide one palm down his chest, grazing over his nipple, but it doesn't elicit much of a reaction. Considering that his hands on my breasts makes me absolutely crazy with lust, I conclude that they're not sensitive and skim lower, reaching for his cock.
Fuck subtlety, after all.
Juth lets out a soft, startled gasp as I grip his cock. It's fascinated me for days, if I'm being honest with myself. Fat and thick and plump, and reacting to my nearness. I've wanted to touch him for days now, ever since he smiled at me, and this is my chance. I wrap my fingers around the base of him, marveling at how thick he is. Like, this is unfair to my vagina, but it excites me with the sheer size of the damn thing. He's going to have to work to cram this monster into my body and it will be utterly glorious when he does, and I can't wait. I'm already planning it, I decide.
But first, me and my hands have a date with his cock tonight.
I stroke him with the fingertips of one hand while the other grips the base of his shaft. My arms are pushed tight together, my boobs squeezed between us, and he palms one of my breasts even as I begin to pump his cock. His eyes become slits, his breath stuttering over my face, his mouth parted inches away from my own. I want to keep kissing him, but I need the leverage between us, because I can't move my legs without hurting my foot. At least this way, I get to watch his face. I bite my lip as I stroke him, squeezing and working his length with my hand, making sure to give a little special attention to the head of his cock with every tug. His hands move all over me, frantic, as if he doesn't know what to do with himself while I touch him.