BROOKE

Panting, I lift my hips, encouraging him down. Hell, I’ll put my hand on his head and push him farther down if that’s what it takes. “You can do anything to me,” I tell him encouragingly. “I’ll like all of it, I promise.”

“They say there is no taste sweeter than the cunt of a mate,” he whispers, kissing a trail down my belly.

“Do they say that? God bless your ancestors.” I wriggle underneath him, impatient. “They knew exactly what they were talking about.”

“I have dreamed about tasting you,” he tells me, moving lower down my belly. His lips tickle my skin. “Dreamt of what you would smell like when I parted your folds. Last time, you did not let me touch you here, remember?”

It’s all a haze, but I vaguely remember something along those lines. “I must have been crazy to turn that down.”

“I am glad,” he says, and lifts his head to gaze at me with steady, intense blue eyes. “We saved it for now. It will be special that we experience it together and your head is clear.”

I’m melting at his sweetness…and impatient for him to talk less and use that tongue in other ways. “Me too.”

His hand presses over my heat, and then he looks up at me, as if checking to make sure I’m okay with this. Oh boy, am I ever okay with this. To show him just how okay I am with it, I slide one leg over his shoulder and dig my heel into his back. “Touch me, Taushen.”

My barbarian groans low, and his mouth is so close to the curls over my sex that I can feel his breath. It sends a shiver arching through my body. “I want to savor this,” he tells me. “Tell me if I do it in a way that does not please you.”

I don’t think that’s possible, but I reach down and touch his cheek. “I will. You don’t have to do this, you know. Not every man wants to touch a woman there—”

He gives me a look like I’m talking crazy. “I want this more than anything.”

Which is good, because I want his mouth there more than anything. “All right. I’m just letting you know that if it’s not your thing, I understand—”

My words die in a squeak because he lowers his head and licks me. Just flat out licks my pussy like I would lick an ice cream. It’s ticklish and startling and I squirm, waiting for him to do more. He looks up at me to check that I’m still okay with things, and then lowers his head again.

This time, it’s a more exploratory lick. He parts my folds, licks me long and slow, and then growls low in his throat. “They were right,” he murmurs. “You taste like nothing I have experienced before.”

“I guess that’s a good thing,” I say nervously, feeling a little on edge at this thorough perusal. “I mean, if it tasted like quill-beast, hunters would be bringing those back all day long and we’d be super tired of it—”

Laughter breaks from him, and he gives me a startled, pleased grin, his mouth wet with my juices. And the sight of him like that makes my heart give a crazy little flip. I love this man.

“Do you distract me from my game?” he murmurs, flattening one big hand over my belly and dipping his thumb into my navel, as if fascinated by it. “Because I am not finished. I have only started.”

I shiver at the promise in that. “Not distracting,” I whisper. “Go ahead.” I reach out and caress his cheek again, just because I want to touch him.

Taushen grins at me like I’ve given him a gift, and then his mouth lowers again. I feel his tongue slick along my folds, exploring. He takes his time tasting me, and I try to hold as still as possible so I don’t derail him once more. I concentrate on other things, like his tail flicking back and forth against my leg, the press of his body on my thighs, the strands of his long, black hair that fan over my lower half. The soft sounds he makes that tell me he’s enjoying himself.

I’m so fixed on him that I’m startled when his tongue flicks against my clit. It sends a rush of pleasure through my body, and I make a startled noise.

He lifts his head, and the look on his face is so pleased and smug that I nearly laugh. “Third nipple,” he says, a triumphant note in his voice.

“Third…what?” What on earth is he talking about?

I open my mouth to ask what he means exactly, but then he lowers his head again and drags his tongue over my clit with renewed enthusiasm. A cry is wrested from my throat, and I forget all about not moving and not distracting him. Fuck distraction. “More,” I pant, breaking my vow not to push down on his head. I plant a hand there and guide him back between my thighs. “You’re doing amazing, Taushen. You’re…ooooh. Oh god, you’re really good at this.”

It feels like my eyes are going to roll back in my head if he keeps going like that, too. What he lacks in finesse and expertise, he makes up for with enthusiasm and a ridged tongue. Those two things combined? It’s maddeningly delicious, and I quickly lose all control. Within moments, I’m panting along with every swipe of his tongue, moaning in frustration when he changes his rhythm, and curling my fingers in his thick hair, need overtaking me.

I’m surprised when the orgasm bursts through me, because he hasn’t even used his fingers yet. I’ve come just from licking alone, and I’ve come hard. I cry out his name, shuddering with the ferocity of it all.

He lifts his head, a smug look on his big, handsome face. “I want to do it again.”

Panting, I put a hand to my forehead. “Give a girl a moment to catch her breath. Jesus.”

The expression on his face turns from masculine superiority to boyish pleasure. “I pleased you, then?”

“Oh god, yeah.” I sigh happily, still breathless. “Pleased doesn’t seem to be the right word.” Wrecked might be better.

“Good.” He lowers his head again, ready to go for round two.

I grab his horns before he can. “Wait,” I tell him. “I need longer than that. My toes still haven’t uncurled.”

He looks a bit disgruntled at my lack of stamina and slides back up next to me, caressing my breasts. “Tell me when you are ready again. I am eager for more.”

It’s hard to concentrate when he’s playing with my boobs. I’m trying to catch my breath, but he seems fascinated with my nipples, toying with them in gentle, maddening ways that soon have me squirming and panting all over again. When I can’t stand it any longer, I roll onto my side, fling my arms around his neck, and take him down in a fierce kiss.

Taushen chuckles against my mouth, rolling us again until I’m underneath him, and his tongue slicks into my mouth. Cruel thing. So much for letting a girl rest. I’ll complain later, I decide. Much later. His tongue tangles with mine, and he strokes one hand down my body, and I want more than just this. I want everything.

And as he reaches for my breast again, I realize I want to blow his mind. I want to make him come as hard as I just came. An idea strikes, and I suck in a breath. Do I dare? Will he think me awful and slutty? Or will he love it?

He pulls back, a curious look on his face. “What is it?”

“Just wondering if you want to try something a little…naughty.” I bite my lip and give him my most winning smile.

“Is it…acceptable?” He cups my breast. “Do I get to touch you?”

“Oh yeah.” I chuckle at the thought. “You get to touch me a lot.”

“Then show me.”

“You have to promise me you won’t think I’m sleazy if we do this, though.”

“Slee-zee?” He frowns. “What is this word?”

Ugh. Having to explain everything makes it somehow ten times worse. “It’s where you think I’m a bad person because I have more experience in the furs than you.” I inwardly cringe, waiting to hear his response. Truth of the matter is, I do have a lot more experience in the furs than he does. I’ve had my share of poor choices and regrettable one-night stands. I’ve had boyfriends where I thought I was in love and I’ve had stupid, meaningless flings. I’m a normal modern girl. But what if that’s too much for him? What if he finds the thought appalling? I hold my breath, waiting for him to say something. Anything.

His expression grows concerned, and I swear I feel my heart breaking into a million pieces. “Brooke,” he says softly. “I do not have such experience. I do not wish for you to think less of me because I am no expert in the furs.”

“No. That’s silly. Why would I think less of you?” I give him a teasing smile. “That just means you’re trainable.”

He doesn’t smile back. “Then it is not a flaw in your eyes?”

“Only if you don’t find it a flaw that I’ve been with other men.”

Taushen’s expression darkens. “I do not like the thought of another male touching you. Touching what is mine.”

“That’s the past, though,” I tell him softly. “You’re my future.”

He nods and leans in close to me for another kiss. “And that is all that matters.”

I kiss him ferociously at those words. Most guys are not so understanding, but then again, I’ve always known that Taushen isn’t like anyone else. Even on this planet, he holds himself just a little differently than the rest. I love him for it. “I adore you,” I tell him, caressing his cheek.

“You have my heart, my Brooke.” He nuzzles me gently, lips caressing mine.

“Can I do something naughty to you now?” I ask, wanting to blow his mind like I’ve been dreaming about.

“You can do anything you like to me,” he says, skimming his thumb over my lower lip, as if fascinated by my mouth.

“Good. Do you have lotion? Or oil?”

That makes him pause. “Oil?”

“Something you’d put on your leather, maybe? Or lotion for your hands to stop them from drying out?”

“Yes…but why?”

“I’ll show you.” I give him my most sultry smile and put my hand out, palm first. “Lotion, please.”

He shoots me a curious look but gets up and stalks over to his furs, bending over gracefully to pick up his travel bag. I can’t help but ogle the tight buns he’s packing, and the slowly flicking tail. We’re definitely going to have to think up some naughty scenarios for that tail…later. Tonight, I’m bringing all the naughty.

He strides back to my side with one of the hollowed, tiny horns in hand, and offers it to me as he sits back down once more. I take it, curious to see that it’s an ointment of some kind. “What’s this for?”

“Chapped hands. I took it from the supplies. Har-loh has extra. Rukh says her hands get dry when they travel.”

So he was thinking of me? That’s sweet. I can’t help but smile at the thought, and I offer it back to him. “This’ll be more fun if you do the honors.”

“Honors?” Taushen gives me a blank look. “What do you mean?”

“I need you to lotion me up.”

“Ah.” He still looks confused. “Very well, give me your hand.”

“Not my hands,” I say, and then crawl forward. I slide into his lap and put my arms around his neck. “You’re going to lotion my tits.”

I love the hiss of breath that escapes him. “Why?”

Why? I giggle at his question. “Because we’re going to make them all slick.” I reach for his cock. “And then I’m going to lotion this and make it all slick. And then you’re going to put your cock between my breasts and…”

His low groan drowns out my words. “Humans do that?”

“The fun ones do.” I can’t stop smiling. “Wanna be fun?”

“More than anything.”

“Want me to go first, then?” I take the little pot from him and get out a fingerful of the lotion. I slather it over my hands, making sure that my movements are slow and sensual. Then I lean in to kiss him, and as I do, I slide my slick hands up and down his cock, greasing up his length.

He remains frozen against me, his lips parted, as if he can’t kiss and think at the same time. I stroke him over and over, my fingers moving up and down the ridges and caressing every inch of him. He’s glorious, and I love that he’s mine.

“Ready for your turn?” I whisper to him.

That jolts him out of his trance. He eagerly grabs the pot from me and rubs a dollop onto his hands, his gaze on my breasts. I sit up straighter, letting them jut out for his approval. I love that he’s so fascinated with them. It’s different when Taushen ogles my breasts than when human guys do. There’s no creepiness in his stare, only appreciation.

Then his hands are on me, and it feels so good, so right. The slick caress of his touch is incredible, and I moan aloud as his fingers move over my breasts. He rubs the lotion on them with tender, slow strokes, brushing over my nipples repeatedly. I wasn’t prepared for how good that would feel, and I’m rocking up and down against his body, rubbing up against him. If he wasn’t covered in lotion, I’d have already climbed on top of him and sunk him deep inside me, but it’s too late for that. I’ll pleasure him, and then that will be enough, for now.

We have the rest of our lives to explore everything else.

“Ready?” I whisper to him, and take him in hand again. Our lips meet in a delicate kiss, and he nods.

Perfect.

“Stand up for me,” I tell him, and when he does, I realize he’s too tall. His cock is the perfect height for my mouth, but not for my breasts. I glance around the cave and then grab the nearest stool, settling onto it and then pulling him forward. This time, my height is perfect, and I cup my breasts, forming a tight valley between them. I gaze up at him, smiling. “Give me your cock, Taushen.”

He groans, and his hand goes to my shoulder as he steps forward. It takes a little maneuvering for both of us, but I refuse to feel awkward. I love him. He loves me. Nothing we do together is strange. His tail wraps around my upper arm, and then he pushes his cock between my breasts. He pumps once, and I squeeze them tighter together, trying to create the right feel for him.

“Incredible,” Taushen breathes, and the look of ecstasy on his face is worth it. It’s worth everything.

“I wanted to do this for you,” I tell him. “Because now when you look at my tits, you’re going to think of this.”

He groans again and thrusts between my breasts once more. He starts a rhythm, slow and teasing, and I watch, fascinated as the head of his cock pops in and out between my breasts, temptingly close to my mouth. The lotion has provided enough lubricant that we’re both slippery in the best kind of way, though I’m getting wet all over again and turned on. As he thrusts, he reaches down and begins to toy with my nipples, and then I’m going crazy, too.

By the time he comes, I’m a panting, needy mess. I don’t care that he comes all over my breasts, painting them with his release. I just want more of him. When he catches his breath, he grabs his tunic and mops at my skin, and it takes him a moment to realize that I’m flushed with need and breathing hard.

Takes about two seconds for him to topple me onto my back and for his face to go between my legs again. Doesn’t take long for me to come again, either. I’m screaming his name while he licks me feverishly, and by the time we’re both sated, I feel sweaty, a little sticky, and I’m pretty sure my hair is greasy from the lotion.

He pulls me against him in the furs and tucks me under his chin, pressing a kiss to my forehead. His tail slips around my thigh, locking me close. “I think we should go back to the bathing pool in the morning.”

I chuckle. “I think you’re right.”