The Barbarian Before Christmas (Ice Planet Barbarians #17.5)(12)

"I feel the same when I look at you, my Ell-ee," I tell her. "I forget how lovely you are, and then when I look at you, you take the air from my lungs."

Her cheeks go pink with pleasure and she licks her lips. "I love you," she whispers. "I'm so glad you're home."

I want to tell her of all the days I missed her, of how hard it was to be separated from her after I've found her, of what torture the long nights were, of how I worried over her, hating that she was here alone and that she might need me—but everything flies from my mind when she leans forward, her rounded bottom going into the air even as her mouth descends on my cock.

I…have never felt something as good as this. The hot, wet suction of her mouth as she closes over the head of my cock…it is an indescribable pleasure. I make a noise that is neither sigh nor gasp, but something garbled in between. Her soft mane falls over my lap, caressing my thighs even as she works her mouth over my length, exploring me with her lips.

Ell-ee's hand curls around my shaft, her other resting on my thigh. She kisses the head of my cock and then moves her mouth, trailing it up and down my skin, her tongue flicking at a thick vein on the underside. I try to remain still so I do not interrupt, but I cannot help but twitch in response every time her tongue touches against my skin. "Your skin is very soft here," she whispers to me. "And it smells like you." She sighs and rubs her face against my length, and I nearly spill my seed all over her face and mane at that small gesture.

A groan escapes me and I reach out to brush her mane back from her cheeks, because I want to look at her as she touches me. I want to see if she finds this as pleasurable as I do. No matter how good it feels, if she does not look pleased, we will stop and I will put my mouth between her legs, because I know she likes that. But her eyes are closed and there is an expression of soft joy on her face as she touches me. Her fingers skim up and down my length in fluttering caresses, and when a drop of my seed crowns on the head of my cock, she leans in and tastes it with her tongue.

And I must clench my fists so I do not lose control. My breath rasps in my throat, hard and rough. "Ell-ee," I growl. "Your mouth…it is too good. Let me pleasure you instead."

"No," she insists, her stubborn streak showing. "I want to do this for you. I like this. Aren't you enjoying it?" She looks up at me, worried. "Am I doing it wrong?"

"I do not think there is a wrong, my mate. If it feels good, that is all that matters." I reach out and caress her cheek. "And it feels very, very good."

She smiles up at me, pleased.

"Perhaps too good. I would give you pleasure instead." It is difficult to say the words, because she is already leaning over me once more, taking my cock into her mouth. Just that small motion is terribly distracting, and when her tongue glides along my shaft, I clench my fists and try to concentrate on less pleasing things so I do not spill my seed too soon and ruin her fun.

"You can," she says after a moment. "When I'm done with you. It doesn't have to be either-or." Ell-ee chuckles, her breath whispering over my skin. "We can do both."

I groan. She is too much, my sweet mate. I touch my hand to her mane, and when she makes an eager noise and takes me into her mouth again, I resist the urge to guide her head, to pump into the hot well of her mouth with my cock, to claim it like I do her cunt. The thought is a starkly appealing one, but my Ell-ee is fragile. I cannot—

But then her fingers glide up to my spur and I lose control. She teases it, rubbing the length gently with her fingers, and the breath explodes from my body. I growl again, my hand twisting in her silky mane, and I cannot resist rocking forward, thrusting into her mouth. She makes a little sound of eager pleasure, looking up at me with hot eyes. She likes it, and she wants more. I will give her more, then. I groan as she clasps one hand around my shaft and sucks me back into her mouth. She increases the sensation, using her tongue and licking me eagerly, making little pleasure noises as she does. I cannot help myself; I push into her mouth again, and when she encourages me to do so again, I thrust back into her mouth. It feels incredible, and the realization that she enjoys it as much as I do doubles the pleasure I feel. I pump into the soft, wet heat of her mouth again, and it feels like I am stroking into her cunt. My people do not do this, but I have heard humans have no such problem, and the realization that my Ell-ee wishes to take me every way possible is a heady one. I am gentle as I stroke into her eager mouth, but as she caresses my spur and touches my sac, my movements become shaky, my motions less gentle. She encourages me, and then I am thrusting into her mouth, on the verge of my release, even as she whimpers and makes delighted sounds, ready for my seed. I want to come inside her, but she is so frantic with her mouth, so ready, so willing, that I cannot pull myself away from the delicious sensation, even for a moment. I thrust in again, and again, and when she rubs her tongue along the underside of my cockhead once more, I lose all control.

I come inside her mouth, spilling on her tongue and lips. She gasps even as I groan, and when I try to pull free to finish my release, she grabs my tail and holds me in place, and I give her every last drop of my seed. It paints her mouth and chin, and she swallows, then licks her lips. "Oh, Bek," she whispers as she uses her tongue and fingers to lap up my spend. "I liked that so much."

"You did?" I am fascinated by this, by how giving my mate is. I came in her mouth. It seems…wrong, but I liked it far too much for it to be something bad. Nothing is bad between us. "It is not the sa-khui way."