Barbarian's Bride (Ice Planet Barbarians)

Then, I really taste him.

Using my tongue and my lips, I put every bit of longing into the kiss. I caress his tongue with mine, I lick him deep. I bite on his lips and then thrust my tongue into his mouth in a simulation of fucking. He's hesitant at first, as if he's not quite sure what I'm doing, but his hand is locked on my elbow, as if he's not about to let me get away before we figure this out. Just when I'm about to pull away, Dagesh slides his tongue against mine.

I moan with need.

His tongue has ridges, just like his chest. Those ridges drag against my tongue, teasing it as he mimics my movements, licking and sucking at my mouth with enthusiasm. I slide closer to him, locking my arms around his neck, because I want more of this. I want more of these devouring kisses, and as Dagesh grows in enthusiasm, I rise to meet him. Pretty soon, we're making out so intensely that I'm dazed, my world ceasing to exist outside that delicious mouth and wicked tongue.

When he breaks the kiss, I whimper a protest. "More."

He groans, burying his face against my neck and kissing me there. All right, I like this, too. I run a hand through his now-messy braid, freeing his hair as he kisses and nips at my neck. I'm panting with excitement, waiting for him to fling me down on the floor and have his filthy way with me again. "Let me mouth-mate you," he rasps, moving up to my ear and nipping it.

Oh mercy, this man is a fast learner. "I thought that's what we were doing?"

"Everywhere. I want to mouth-mate you everywhere." And he tugs at my tunic.

Does he think he needs to ask permission? Or that I'm shy? Oh, this sweet man. He could rip my tunic from my body and I'd be gleeful. I grab my tunic and drag it over my head, flinging it to the ground. Now I'm only in boots, too, and I boldly straddle his thigh, rubbing my pussy along one thick, plated muscle.

Dagesh groans, devouring me with his gaze.

"Where do you want me?" I ask, casually looping my arms around his neck again. "Against the wall? On my back? In your lap? Or—"

"I will make you a fur bed," he promises me, and kisses the tip of my nose. "Wait here."

And then he gets up, disentangling himself from my grasp, and heads to the back of the cave.

I want to pout like a toddler. Like I give a crap about soft blankets? I want him to ravage me. Frustrated, I watch as he grabs a roll of furs and unties a knot holding them together. He unrolls blanket after blanket, making me a cozy spot in the otherwise chilly cave. If I wasn't so perplexed by how he can just walk away from me like that, I might be happy about the furs. As it is, I just want to get on with the show.

Our kissing was amazing. I might have started it, but he'd quickly taken over and now I want more.

Dagesh eventually looks over at me and gestures at the pile of furs. "For you, my mate."

Does this mean we're getting on with the show? Because I am more than ready for round two. My khui is singing to his as loud as ever, and I practically race to the furs. I'm ready for more kissing. Or touching. Or whatever he wants to do. I sink onto them and then pat the furs next to me, encouraging him to join me.

To my surprise—and pleasure—he watches me recline on the furs, and as he does, he strokes his cock. And…oh. Oh wow, is that ever a cock. I don't know how I missed it before—too dark in the cave, I suppose—but Dagesh is both familiar and alien. He's got a big dick, all right. Given that he's an absolutely enormous alien man, I expect him to be size appropriate. He's bigger than any human man I've ever seen, and I can see the same kinds of ridges dancing along his shaft that grace his tongue.

Oh boy. How did I miss the ridges before? Maybe it was the angle of our bodies. Because my mouth is absolutely watering at the sight of that now, along with the prominent head, so flushed with blood that he's practically a bluish purple. He strokes his hand up and down his length, regarding me, and I bite my lip. "Are you just going to stand there all day or do I get to touch you again?"

"Soon," he promises. I'm disappointed when he lowers his hand. I liked watching him touch himself. I wasn't trying to get him to stop. If he wants to stand there and jerk off, I will absolutely enjoy watching every moment of it. Instead of stroking that beast between his thighs, though, he moves to the fire and stokes it with a nearby stick.