Barbarian Mine (Ice Planet Barbarians #4)(24)

“Sokay,” Har-loh murmurs to me quietly. Her fingers dance over my skin, touching me. Then, she pulls her clothing off of her body, revealing herself to me. I’ve seen her nude before, but there’s something different about it as she sits in front of me. Maybe it’s the arch of her back that pushes her teats out. Or maybe it’s the look of anticipation in her face. I want to touch her all over.

She lays aside her clothing and then scoots back on the bed, then reclines. Her teats thrust into the air, the little tips taut. The area between her thighs is shadowed but I can smell her arousal, and it makes my mouth water. My cock jerks and I have to fight hard not to touch it myself.

I…want her to touch it. I want her to show me this thing. I want to learn all of it for her.

Har-loh reaches for me, and I lean forward, unsure. She tugs at me, indicating I should join her, but instead of lying next to her, she pulls me until I’m practically on top of her. I support my weight with my arms braced on either side of her, not wanting to crush her smaller form with my bigger one.

She smooths a hand over my chest, caressing me. “Rlax.” Her touch glides up my arms. It feels so good that my entire body quakes at those small caresses, and I fight the urge to press myself against her until I come.

As if she can read my thoughts, Har-loh raises one leg up, and then locks it around my hips. Her ankle digs into my buttock, and she pushes me down. I resist for a moment, and then rest my hips between hers. My cock throbs as I make contact with her skin, and I have to fight the insane urge to…push against her? That’s not right.

Har-loh moans, her body moving under mine. I’m fascinated by the sight of her, especially when her hands move to caress the tips of her teats. Then, she points at one. “Kiss.”

Put my mouth there? Or my tongue? Either way, I’m fascinated. I lean down and brush my lips against her skin here. She’s so soft, her scent warmer here, in the valley between her teats. I nuzzle her and then flick my tongue out to touch her pale skin.

She moans and her hands go to my hair, then the base of my horns. She strokes them and it sends an answering surge through my cock. Her touch makes me wild with need. I lick and nip at the soft globe of her teat, but I’m drawn toward those pink tips. I brush my mouth over one and a hiss of breath escapes her. They’re sensitive? Then I want to play with them more. I tease them the way she taught me to kiss – strokes of my tongue, nibbles of my lips – and watch for her reactions. I learn which ones get soft sighs, and which ones make her squirm wildly underneath me.

Then I remember what she did to me, down by the stream. She took me in her mouth and played with me. I wonder if I can do that with her? I move down her soft belly, trailing my lips, and then I brush my fingers over the curls of her folds. “Kiss?” I ask.

Her mouth parts, and a small moan escapes. There’s excitement in her flushed face, and she nods. Her hands squeeze the bases of my horns, and it almost feels as if she’s squeezing my cock with those hands. I stifle my own groan.

“Rukh,” she pants, but she doesn’t seem like she wants to stop me. That’s good, because I’m dying to explore her with my tongue and hands. I slide down her body and bury my nose in her curls. Her scent is strong and musky here, and it sends cravings through my body. My chest rumbles hard, and my cock twitches in response. It wants more of everything.

Gently, I touch her with my hand. After the last several days of our late-night rubbing, I know what touches she likes, but putting my hand here and putting my face here are two different things. I want to please her like she pleased me, so I push her folds apart and tongue her, seeking the small nub that she likes rubbed just so.

She nearly comes off the furs. Her cry is loud and fierce, but her hands clench my horns so tightly that she keeps me locked into place.

Not that I want to leave – I want to stay here forever. Here, her taste is strong, and here I can pleasure her. I run my tongue over her bump, then stroke up and down her silky folds. I find the small hole she has tucked away, the hole that is hot and wet, and I remember pushing my fingers here.

I explore the spot with my tongue, and it seems she is juiciest here. Her flavor saturates my mouth, and I love it. I push my tongue into the spot, and she squeals, her legs jerking. I look up, surprised.

“Wasgood,” she pants, and tugs on my horns, indicating I should return. “Kiss. Kiss!” Her hips rock against me, as if she could persuade me to return with her movements.

I don’t need persuading, though. I love touching her. I return to kissing her, tonguing and licking and nibbling everywhere I can. Her movements become more frantic, her voice more demanding, and I recognize this from our late-nights in the furs. She’s about to clench up in her own release. My cock aches, reminding me that I want release too, but her pleasure is far more important than mine. I love to see my Har-loh lose herself. Her hips arch higher and higher, pushing against my face, and her little cries grow more frequent. Her thighs tremble, and I lick her harder, waiting for her to lose control.

To my surprise, though, she pushes my head away. “Wait,” she pants. “Wait.”

I lift my head. “Kiss?”

“Bettah,” she says. I frown, because I don’t know this word. I want to return to her folds and keep licking her. But she tugs on my horns, indicating that I should stop.

I growl at her.

She reaches to my hips and tugs me forward even as she lifts her legs to wrap them around me. My cock is pressed against her slick folds again, and she rubs up and down against me.