I move down over her smooth breastbone and then graze my lips over one breast. The tip is pebbled with arousal, and I lick it enticingly, then wait for her reaction.
“Oh,” she breathes, her voice trembling. When I lift my head, she blushes and looks shy.
“Show me what you want, Kira.”
Her cheeks are bright pink as she grabs my horns and pulls me back down to her breast again in a silent command. It didn’t take much convincing, and I’m pleased that my mate is enjoying my attentions. She’s so small and delicate, and I worry one as big and brutish as I am is going to be frightening to her. But the way she directs me makes me think I have been overthinking things. That she’s as hungry for my touch as I am for hers.
I capture her nipple in my mouth and flick at it with my tongue. She gasps when the ridges on my tongue drag against the tip, so I make sure to do that over and over again. “My Kira,” I murmur, cupping her breast so I can better feed it to my mouth. “My sweet mate. You taste as good as I’ve imagined.”
She makes a soft little groan, and her hands skim down my arms again, her hips undulating on the bed under me. The scent of her arousal perfumes the air around us, and I rock my hips against the furs, my cock desperate to sheathe into her warmth. Patience is difficult when your mate is under you for the first time. I want nothing more than to fling myself on top of her and bury deep inside her. I want to watch her lips part with awe as I stroke into her.
Instead, I trail my mouth lower on her belly, my impatience getting the better of me. I drag my teeth against her skin, enjoying it when she shivers in response. My tongue circles her navel, and then I dip lower, to the curls between her legs that shield her folds from me. My mouth waters with anticipation.
They say no taste is sweeter than that of a resonance mate on a male’s tongue, but we are not resonating. We never will. I do not think she will taste any less sweet, though.
Her thighs press together and her hands slide over my horns. “Aehako,” she murmurs. “I don’t know…”
“Have you ever had a male lick your honey before?”
Her face flares a bright crimson. “Just you. Before.”
Ah, yes. It’s a good memory, and one that fuels my lusty fantasies. Of my hand dipping between Kira’s legs and teasing her until she comes, then licking her sweetness off my fingers even as it frosts. “Then I shall be your first and last,” I tell her, and find a bizarre amount of pleasure in this bold statement. She will never be anyone else’s but mine. Ever.
I nip at her thigh, entreating her to open for me. She makes a nervous sound and her legs tremble. “Open for me, my mate. I want to lick all of you.” To prove it, I drag my tongue down her hip bone, all the way to the curly little tuft of hair. “Part your legs for me.”
I feel Kira tremble again, but she does. Her legs open and I take my hand and push them even further apart, until she’s spread for me. I hook one knee over my shoulder so she can’t close her thighs again. Then I get to admire my mate’s spread cunt. The folds gleam with wetness, making me salivate once more. Her folds are pretty and a deeply flushed pink, like her cheeks. I drag one finger through her wetness and my cock aches when she squirms and makes soft noises of pleasure.
“I’m going to taste you.”
She presses a hand to her forehead and her eyes close. “Oh, God.”
Interesting. She’s not pulling away, though, so I lean in and explore her with my mouth. The first burst of her taste on my tongue is like nothing else – she’s like salt and musk and Kira…and utterly delicious. I growl low in my throat, feral with need. “Sweet.”
Kira’s breath shudders in her throat.
I grip her legs and want more. Pulling them further apart, I lift her off the bed so all of her is open to me, and lick her from her third nipple to the entrance to her cunt. A low moan escapes her, and I lick her fully again. This time I start at the pucker of her bottom and circle it, then drag my tongue all the way up through her folds, to her third nipple.
“Oh my God,” she moans again. “You did not just do that.”
“I can do it again,” I tell her. I will gladly do so. Her taste is sweeter than anything I have ever had. I repeat the action, making sure to swirl my tongue around the entrance of her bottom and then slowly move upward through her folds, coated with delicious honey, and swirl again around the hood of her little nipple.
When I do that, she cries out and her hips jerk.
Aha. I repeat the motion, my tail lashing with my own excitement. I love making her respond to my touch, love that shy, contained Kira moans and cries when I lick her cunt. I could lick her for hours and never get my fill. I tease and nibble at the nipple between her legs, and she presses her hand to her forehead again and cries out.