Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 79637 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 319(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79637 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 319(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
Then again, what’s it going to hurt to touch him? We’ve decided we’re mated. No one’s here. I can touch him as much as I want and no one will judge.
The realization feels heady. I spent so many years watching Johani and Vuurash fighting to keep their forbidden relationship a secret. I don’t have to. I can declare that O’jek is mine and unless resonance gets in the way, we belong to each other.
Pleased, I lean over him and put my hand on his cock. It’s not hard like it was the last time I touched him, and it’s a strange feeling to grab him while he’s soft. O’jek’s eyes fly open and he stares at me. Under my hand, his cock stiffens and rises, and with a satisfied little purr, I lean over and take him in my mouth.
His breath hisses from his throat and O’jek puts a hand on my head, his fingers tangling in my hair. I can’t tell if he’s going to pull me away or pin me in place, but he only groans, squeezing a fistful of my hair. “Why…do you keep waking me with your mouth on my cock?”
Oh. I sit up, abruptly releasing his now nearly fully hard cock. “Is that bad? You don’t like it?”
O’jek’s hand tightens on my hair, a wild look in his eyes. “I never said that.”
I bite my lip, skimming a hand over his stomach. “I just wanted to pleasure you. I enjoy it. I always watched Vuurash and Johani do this and wondered what it would feel like to do it to someone I cared for. I’m sorry if I seem greedy. I’m just excited that I can touch you.”
He groans and sits up, pulling me against his chest. I lose my balance, falling forward on him, and he tumbles backward, me pressed to him. Our faces are mere inches apart, and O’jek leans forward and rubs his nose against mine. “I like you greedy. I like it very much. I just wanted to make sure it was something you wanted to do and not something you felt obligated to do.”
“Not obligated,” I breathe, leaning forward and kissing him lightly. “I like touching you. I like exploring your body and making you come.” I brush my tongue over his upper lip. “You like going down on me, right? It’s the same. I like your taste and the way you feel. I like putting you in my mouth and running my tongue all over you. I like—”
O’jek captures my mouth with his, silencing me in a hard, exquisite kiss. “I want to come inside you this time,” he tells me, voice thick. “You can mouth my cock if you like, but when I am close, I am going to pull you off and come inside you.”
I shiver, because that sounds far sexier to me than it should. “Let’s do that, then.”
“Then I am yours to play with, my mate.” He releases me and relaxes on his back, his gaze locked on my face. “Undress.”
He’s mine.
My mate.
I like those words. I like them a lot. Smiling, I tug my leggings and tunic off, then settle myself at his side and run my hands over his skin. It feels slightly damp, but that could be due to the humidity in the cave. He’s warm and inviting under my touch, though, and I stroke my fingers down his flat abdomen. Johani was furry all over and due to his age, had a bit of a thick paunch at his belly. O’jek is all lean, hard torso. I can count the well-defined ripples of muscle that make up his abdomen, and I can trail a finger over the cut obliques that practically point to his groin. I graze my fingers over him, fascinated by his suede-like skin. “I like touching you,” I confess, feeling a little shy. “I knew if we had sex it’d be good, because everyone seems to enjoy it, but I was more focused on having a baby. But I have to admit that I like touching you a lot. I like waking you up with my mouth on you. I like running my hands over you because it makes me breathless and hungry for more touches.”
“Does it?” O’jek’s voice is husky and his hand slides to my hip. He caresses it, stroking my buttock as I lean forward over him, moving toward his cock. “Give me your bottom while you touch my cock,” he murmurs. “I want to play with your cunt while you lick me.”
I suck in a breath, because I love that idea. I get on all fours and adjust my stance so he can stroke his hand over my backside. His cock is stabbing up toward my face, beautifully engorged, the ridges thick and enticing, the head of him gleaming with wetness that is not entirely from swimming. A little moan escapes me as I bend over him and take him in my mouth.