Steff nods in understanding. She runs her fingers lightly over my chest. "There's no shame in that. Sometimes we just need to be touched."
I take her hand in mine and bring her fingertips to my lips. I nip at them, fascinated when her eyes get soft. "Do you need to be touched, my mate?"
"Here?" she whispers. "Now?"
"Do you want me to wait?" I rub my mouth against her hand. "I will make us a hut," I promise her. "A home for all of us. If you want me to wait until then to give you pleasure, I will. But I think about how you touched me last night, and I want to do the same for you."
Her lips part. Her gaze flicks over my face, and then her fingers move over my lips, tracing them. "Did you like it? When I touched you?"
"More than you can imagine."
Her lips curve in a smile. "Can I…do it again?"
I want that so badly. But I know if she does, I will come all over her skin and we do not have a way to clean it up. "My seed will get everywhere," I warn. "We should not."
"I have an idea." She gets a mischievous look in her eyes. "Don't you worry about that."
I bite back a groan, because she is giving me a look of excitement, and it makes me wild with need. "I want to touch you first."
She bites her lip again, looking around the cave. "There are others nearby," she whispers, moving closer to me. "What if I'm loud?"
"You will not be," I reassure her. I want to touch her too much for her to talk me out of it. I touch the leather straps of her top. She borrowed a tunic from someone and wore it over her clothes for most of the day, but now she is just in her strange leather band and skirt once more. I remember how soft her teats were, and the sounds she made when I touched them. I want to do so again. I want to rub their soft tips until they harden and she presses them against me. I want to touch the slick warmth between her thighs and learn all her secrets. I want all of her. So I tug at one strip of leather on her shoulder. "Can I take this off you?"
"Please," she breathes, her hands going to my chest once more. Steff leans in, and when her breath caresses my face, I realize she wants me to put my mouth on hers like she did to me. I am not experienced in this, but I also do not want to disappoint her. I liked it when she did it to me, so I brush my lips over hers. Her mouth rubs against mine, and then she parts her lips and I feel her tongue flick.
It sends a bolt of pleasure directly to my cock.
I smother a groan, conscious of the kits sleeping nearby. True, there are people close, but I am the father of a small son. When will there not be someone close enough to hear a small moan? Never. But like Steff said, there is nothing to be ashamed of. It is simply pleasure. So I take her mouth and explore it, mimicking the movements of her tongue against mine. It feels good, to taste her like this. To mate her mouth. Steff whimpers against me, the sound needy. It is one of the best things I have ever heard in my life. It tells me that I am making her feel good, that she wants me as much as I want her.
I want more of those noises.
I tug on the knot between her teats, the one that holds the leather in place. It holds tight, and no matter how much I pry at it, it will not come loose. I bite back a snarl of frustration when she chuckles, and her fingers replace mine. She frees it and then her teats spill free, glorious and soft, into my waiting hands.
Magnificent. I caress them, fascinated by how round and yet sensitive they are. Her teats are like nothing I have ever touched before, and when I tease the tips, her breath hitches and she puts her mouth against mine, harder and more fervent. I lick at her mouth, wanting her to feel the same need I do. But I do not know a female's body like I know my own. "How do I touch you to make you feel good?" I ask her, aching with need. "Where do I touch you best?"
She takes my hand and slips it between her thighs, where she is wet and warm and so, so fascinating. "Here," she breathes, her body sliding a little closer to me. "You can touch me anywhere you like, but there are a few spots here that are best."